#Stephen Strange head canons

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Stephen Strange HAND related head canons:

I’ve held these since seeing the first Doctor Strange movie.

Stephen always had talented hands, including a mastery of video games that quickly made his friends give up playing against him until he agreed to use his left hand instead of his dominant hand. His keenly competitive nature meant he still won at least three out of four times.

But those same talented hands showed a genius in his youth to rival the future genius of his surgeon’s hands. 

Beverly Strange was proud of the family heirloom, upright piano that graced the front sitting room of the family farmhouse. It was one of the few things she brought to the marriage from the home of her birth. She played well enough herself, and in lean times, supplemented the family income by giving beginner lessons to the children of local town families. And she gave Stephen his initial lessons--quickly delighting in how he took to it like a duckling to water.

Stephen seemed to have a natural ear, and aided by his eidetic memory, he easily mastered all the pieces she taught him and all sheet music she owned. The first Christmas after she had taught him to play, Beverly ensured that among the meager gifts he’d find under the tree, was a binder full of the simplest of Beethoven’s works. His father, Eugene, perpetually frowned upon Beverly’s indulgence of their son’s impractical hobby--but allowed it so long as it didn’t detract from his farm work and schoolwork. 

As the oldest of three children, Stephen bore the heaviest burden of farm chores, but he did his best to carve out at least a little time every day to practice. Eventually, the school’s Music Teacher noticed his amazing acumen, and did whatever she could to feed his enthusiasm and talent. Between Beverly and his kindly teacher, Stephen found the time and resources needed to continue his progression on the piano.

However, once Stephen discovered a passion for the study of human biology and began to imagine a future as a doctor, he came to the first future-altering juncture of his young life. He had reached the point in his musical studies that he could potentially make a career of it. Even the lofty position of concert pianist was not out of his reach. But he could only dedicate his prodigious mind and dextrous hands to one path if he were to succeed--so that his passion for medicine won out. He never regretted that choice either. Although as soon as he could comfortably afford it, he finally got his own baby grand so that in his downtime he could tickle the ivories whenever the whim came upon him.

@doctorstrangeaskblog​

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[aurorawest]

between Loki and Stephen, who is more likely to get a tattoo? and where and what would it be? :D

Loki! In my head he gets tattoos after Stephen dies. I want to say it's mentioned in one of my fics but I can't remember now what I've written and what I've only thought about.

I have a WIP sitting around that began life as a Loki/Stephen flower shop/tattoo studio AU but is going to get rewritten as an original novel. In that, Stephen is the tattoo artist, but he doesn't actually have any tattoos.

#Anonymous #froststrange #stephen strange head canon #loki head canon

[mystifiicd]

Not gonna lie, hated the fact that all the Strange variants were presented as evil in some way. We should had just Sinister Strange as the big bad, but no, all of them had to be evil in some way. Zombie Strange doesn’t count because it was OG Stephen using him from the other side. I really wished Wanda was left out of the movie to be honest and had Stephen fight Nightmare ( like he was supposed to ) with America and Variant Christine’s help but I guess not. It would had been way more interesting and Wanda wouldn’t have to go through all that shit.

#ds 2 spoilers;; #doctor strange 2 spoilers;; #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness spoilers;; #dsitmom spoilers;; #[ you're a wizard. a what?? OOC ] #like I wish the OG director didn't part ways;; #like I did like the movie but there is some things I just shake my head at;; #like I said before; I am going to be picking and choosing elements for Stephen's development;; #I'm still canon compliant because it was a interesting setup with him being cursed so I'll roll with it;; #BC said he is taking a break from DS so maybe in a few years someone can write him better;; #I am just tired of marvel saying my boi is evil when he isn't;; #he's morally grey;; #that is what makes him interesting;; #I bet a dollar that all Tony ( s ) would be saints too;; #god why does marvel hate my character??? #being a stephen fan is exhausting;;

[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #tva loki x reader #tva loki x female reader #tva!loki x reader #loki imagines #loki angst #loki laufesyon x reader #loki series fanfiction #loki season 2 #mcu loki x reader #mcu loki #loki series

[dementeddoll]

Cassandra has a “lullaby” spell that will knock her out for three days. It is generally used by her sisters if they feel she’s out of control. However, Charlatan taught it to 616-Stephen, Defender, and Sinister because they might need it someday.

Stephen uses it whenever he’s had enough of her shenanigans, Defender uses it whenever she’s out of control, and Sinister never uses it because his whole universe is chaos - what’s a little more?

#stephen strange #doctor strange x oc!cassandra #doctor strange x original character head canon #doctor strange #defender strange #defender strange x oc!cassandra #defender strange x original character #sinister strange #sinister strange x oc!cassandra #sinister strange x original character #dsitmom #dsmom

[sweetpinkchampagne]

sinful I

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames

you could always tell when stephen strange was in a room you were in without even looking. he was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. it was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.

you knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. you had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. you had to find a way to make him go away. you could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. you wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. that look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. fucking Christ.

he was 40 years old. the thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. he carried himself with authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. his eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. you shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. something important about presenting to the government. it was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. shit.

“stark.” he confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. closer than any other coworker would.

“oh. good morning, stephen.” you spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. it wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. you were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. the elevator slowly went up. 

“you seem nervous, stark.” he looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. 

“just not a public speaker, that's all.” you managed to squeak out. you could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. you couldnt. you were only 26, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. the elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. stephen scoffed and hit the ‘open door’ button. nothing. he chuckled under his breath. 

“we can miss this meeting. oh please no.” you started pressing the button as you panicked.

“oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” he stood facing you. darling. get fucked. 

“i don’t know what game you’re playing, strange. now could you just portal us out of here?” you checked your watch. “we’re 7 minutes late.”

“i don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important government meeting, now is it?” you sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you. 

“why don’t we just sit tight, mm? nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical united nations member has to say.” he stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. you nodded, what else could you do? you were stuck. slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. he did the same. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” you mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with. 

“wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. oh. that’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” te bit back. being tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat. 

“what, you tight on money or something, strange? need me to spot you? buy you lunch?” you scoffed. he laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. you crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? jesus - you thought to yourself. 

she looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. you leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him. 

“oh here. let me fix this for you.” you whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother. 

“hi darling..” he whispered seductively. you were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen. 

“dont get all shy on me now, hm?” he laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw. 

“stephen.. we can’t. it would be wrong. this is sinful” you whispered against his lips. 

“then why does it feel so right? i see the way you look at me. the way your breath hitches in your throat when i walk in front of you. the way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave. we'll stop.” he stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. you kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.

you wanted to stay. he was hypnotizing, it was cruel. you launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. he groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek. you felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. you pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his. 

he lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. he was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. he rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. he slowly moved you forward, rocking you, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. you were inexperienced, shy. no man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. he did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you. 

“that feels good, huh baby? oh fuck. keep making those pretty noises for me. anyone ever made you feel like this?” he groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. you closed you eyes in embarrassment. the answer was no. you shook your head gently, rocking against him, mewling.

"atta girl" he groaned in your ear.

“oh stephen..shit.” you moaned, louder than before. he grabbed your waist, stopping you. 

“keep moving, and i won't be able to stop. at least let me be a gentlemen” he scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket. 

“you dirty liar!” you scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.

“oh come on sweetheart, you know i always have it on me.” he chuckled, walking through the portal. you were in his bedroom. the dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. the 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. he laid you down on the bed. part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. tt was almost as if he could read your mind. 

“i’m bad for you baby. i want to be selfish with you, i’ve wanted this for so long.” he said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.

"be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" you were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper.

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 24 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 25

Summary : Your lives turns upside down again when it's revealed why you were never supposed to meet Loki in this timeline.

Warning: 18+, HUGE Canon divergence(Just me making shit up) This is a long chapter, 6k words, Gets very sad, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki,

"Carbon monoxide poisoning symptoms" you typed the term in your phone to see if hallucinations were one of the symptoms but it wasn't the case. "Schizophrenia symptoms" as you mumbled in your mouth you heard Stephen- no wait, a weird looking Stephen in a costume clearing his throat so you looked at him. He wasn't real, the other Loki wasn't real either, none of this was happening and you were just sick or something.

"You are a neurosurgeon right? Hallucinations are the symptom of Schizophrenia huh?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes, you were sitting on the sofa while those two were standing in front of the tv.

"I cannot believe this, why is she annoying in every fucking universe? Every bloody timeline she's the same" you gasped as Stephen said that.

"Mind your language that is my wife you are addressing such audaciously"

"This one is not your wife, and I'm talking about my ex wife"

"Ex for a reason, you will show her respect from this moment onwards you hear me?" Other Loki raised his voice so weird as fuck Strange groaned and then they both looked at you, you had called Loki, your Loki, but his number was unavailable, you sent him a message and you were hoping he'd be there as soon as possible.

"Did you say wife?" You asked Other Loki so he sighed.

"Well.." he walked towards you so you crouched against the sofa and that immediately made him halt in his step.

"Don't be afraid my dear, I will never hurt you" his brows furrowed and the gesture immediately made you feel calm but then you started to cry because you felt absolutely crazy. What was all of this about? What was happening?

"Please don't cry, i know I am.." he sighed and took a deep breath so you looked at him "I am not the Loki you love, and my y/n she is ..at home waiting for me and I need to return to her as soon as I can, she worries so much" his voice sounded sincere, he seemed just like your Loki but how was that even possible? His y/n? Who was she?

"I just feel that I'm going crazy, what is happening?" You sniffled again so he sat down on the sofa but he was careful to maintain a respectable distance.

"You are not crazy, I know this seems as if you're losing your mind but trust me y/n this is all real" he said softly

"Who are you guys?" You glared at both of them.

"I am Loki, this is Doctor Stephen Strange, we came here from another timeline for a crucial discussion" he told you so you tried to process his words. Loki wasn't wrong, those dreams weren't just dreams afterall.

"Another timeline?" Your eyes widened at the revelation,

"Yes, there are multiple universes y/n" you rubbed your head with your forefingers as you tried to process what did this even mean for you and Loki? Why were they here?

"You said you are here for a discussion? What discussion? And why on earth he's dressed that way?" Stephen rolled his eyes as you glared at him again.

"Where is your Loki?" Stephen asked you

"He's on a mission"

"Mission?" Other Loki questioned, his voice sounded curious,

"He's an Avenger "

Other Loki chuckled as you said that.

"They really did make me an Avenger?" you nodded and you noticed his eyes softening.

"Are you guys from other universe or something, Loki said something about other realities and i didn't believe him" you mumbled nervously.

"Yes, actually no, but it is an exceptionally complicated matter"

When Loki found your message he immediately asked Thor to drop him to your apartment. You ran into his arms as soon as he came, but unlike you he didn't seem as shocked with their presence. At first he thought they were Thano's mules but when they revealed the same thing they told you he had an inkling, he knew those dreams were not just coincidences.

"What is happening lo?" He kissed your forehead and hugged you again as you asked him that.

"I don't know darling but let us find that alright?" You nodded as he said that.

He looked at his own reflection as his eyes met with Other Loki.

"What happened to us?" Other Loki smiled and looked down as your Loki questioned him. He sighed and looked at Stephen before he spoke again.

"Well in my timeline we never picked the tesseract, never ended up in here like you did"

"They took me to asgard, what happened to me there?"

"I am afraid I cannot divulge any more information than that"

"Then why are you both here?" Loki asked him.

"You all are wasting my precious time"

All of you glared at Strange collectively as he said that

"Did I really marry you?" You crossed your arms as you questioned him.

"Unfortunately yes, we both made some awfully wrong decisions "

"I don't understand our first meeting was horrible..I was late, you were so rude to me"

"Not in my timeline..you were never late in my timeline, why were you late in this one? What were you doing? Do you remember?" Ofcourse you remembered, you were talking to Loki and had lost the track of time. Oh god.

Your eyes widened at the realisation.

"Ohh God I was late because I was talking to you" you looked at Loki and his eyes teared up.

"Exactly and you two weren't together at the time, hadn't even met, so you were never late for the meeting. It wasn't anything special but it wasn't a disaster either and you agreed with everything I had to say about the battle of New York and Loki" Stephen said so you looked at your Loki.

"You hated me, in our timeline when you met Strange you had no reason to defend me because you didn't even know me at the time because we hadn't even met yet" your eyes teared up as Other loki said that.

"Then you got into the accident and I had to take care of you and then you were stalked by that Ronald guy..the friendship between us grew and that led to a forced loveless marriage" Strange said and all of a sudden it made sense, you had no hope of finding true love so you must have compromised or succumbed to the pressure of your mother.

"Ofcourse it was loveless..how did you become this?" You gestured towards his attire.

"I can not tell you anything more then you need to know"

"Why are you two here then?" Loki asked them both so they looked at each other.

"To warn you of the danger that is ahead of us" Stephen said

"Thanos?" Loki asked

"No apparently as I have come to learn he will die a brutal death and his blood will be on our hands. He's no threat to us in my timeline, someone much more diabolical will emerge, much more powerful than Thanos or any other entity" Other Loki responded.

"Someone more powerful than Thanos?" Loki looked at him confused.

"Yes"

"Who is that??" You asked him

"You"

Your eyes widened as other Loki said that, at first you thought he meant you but he was looking behind you, he was looking at Loki.

"What do you mean?" You asked him.

"In this timeline you and the Avengers sure defeated the army of Thanos but it came with a huge sacrifice, they took her and she sacrificed her life for you" Stephen answered instead,

"Nooo–" Loki whispered as he took a step back so you grabbed onto his arms. He can't even imagine losing you, he had vowed to protect you.

"That is true," Other loki whispered.

"Her demise drove you to the ruins, the long pointless life felt like a curse and you knew you won't survive without her and without her by your side no one was there to bring you back from the edge of the insanity" you looked at Loki and for some reason he didn't seem surprised by the revelation.

"What did i do then?" His eyes remained firm as he asked that.

"You threw yourself into the art of dark magic and you summoned the goddess of death, she granted you a wish, she told you that she will resurrect the one person you so badly needed to be alive again but she needed several sacrifices" Other Loki said to him.

"Sacrifices?"

"In order to bring your y/n back to life she needed the souls of every variant of her that exists in every other universe out there"

Stephen said and you shook your head at the revelation. No he would never hurt you, not in any universe, that wasn't possible.

"You will kill my y/n" Other Loki's voice trembled as he spoke

"I would never do that, i would never hurt her" Loki's voice choked on his tears as he spoke,

"But you did, you killed all those other variants of her from multiple universes that exists and you got them all Loki because nobody could defeat you, not one single entity in the universe held powers that excelled or even matched yours.. every time you killed one of her variant and her Lokis who were there to defend her, their powers were absorbed within you and that only made you stronger. When Frigga our mother, tried to stop this madness you killed her first, then you killed Odin and then our brother Thor, and anyone who came in between you and your quest to resurrect your y/n, you got rid of them all with no qualms or remorse. Everytime you hurt someone you lost a fraction of your soul Loki"

"Did I find her again? Did I find my y/n?" Loki asked Other Loki and you felt his hand in yours

"Yes you did find her again but when she realised what you had done to get her back she couldn't live with that truth, she left the man she loved the most, she died for you but she came back to a monster that she knew she'll never able to love again, a monster she didn't even recognise"

"He'd never do that, he'd never hurt anyone like that..he'd not kill innocent people just to get me back " you defended him because you couldn't believe your Loki was capable of such monstrosity.

"I will" you looked at him shocked as he said that "I have known madness y/n and i have lived it, you're the only one to bring a semblance of normalcy in my life, losing you would kill me and I am afraid I'll die the day you will"

"Nooo loki..no" you hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around yours. The Other Loki stepped closer to you both, it was strange for him to be able to see his other self this way.

He really did love you madly in every universe.

"Is there a way to prevent her death?" Your Loki asked Doctor Strange. You both just wanted to get things back to how they were. You just wanted to love him and be loved by him. Why had your life turned upside down again?

"No, your presence is an anomaly Loki, that is why I am here, you weren't supposed to exist, your future self is standing right in front of you" Loki looked at his Other self and the other one nodded..

"That's how it was meant to happen but by choosing to pick the tesseract you have caused a diversion in the timeline, this other Loki is you, he's not from other universe, he's from your earth, he is you Loki" You looked at them shocked as Stephen revealed that. The Other Loki wasn't from other universe he was the Loki you had seen in your dreams once.

"So what does that mean? Are you telling me the lives we have been living here, none of this was ever meant to exist?" You asked Stephen, your heartbeat sped at the thought of having this life being taken away from you.

"None of this was meant to happen, it's a diversion that will cause the multiversal war and you know who is going to impose that war? You. This version of you, saddened by the unbearable grief you will lose your way again Loki, there will be no redemption this time"

"Go away, both of you, this discussion is over" Loki glared at both of them so the Other Loki walked towards you.

"Y/n i know it's going to be difficult but we will be together someday, i already have you in the future but for us to live together forever this timeline will have to be erased"

"Nooo you're not my Loki..he is"

"I am..we are the same darling" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"What does this even mean for us?" Loki asked Stephen.

"There's a ritual to fix the timeline, Loki will have to return to Asgard the way it was intended for him"

"No no noooo" you collapsed on your knees as strange said that so your loki immediately went down on his knees and hugged you tightly. This life felt too good to be true, now you knew why. It wasn't even real, it wasn't supposed to happen. Just when you had begun to love the life you were given, it was going to be taken away from you.

"There must be another way" Loki said, his eyes brimming with hope that you knew will never come.

"No there's not Loki, there's no other way" Stephen answered

"This is our life now and I'm not willing to throw it away and why should I even believe you, maybe you both are just lying to us for your own selfish gains"

Other Loki sighed as Loki said that.

"Frustrating isn't it?" Stephen scoffed at Loki's stubbornness.

"What about the past, we met at the fair, where are those two?" You asked them

"That never happened y/n because you were always destined to meet me at that party..the meeting at the fair was never supposed to happen and this few months that you have spent with each other were definitely never meant for us, it's merely a diversion"

"But I can't let go, so many memories and we love each other so much" you cried out and Loki was barely holding onto his own tears.

"We do and we will love each other more than anything" Other Loki said but you clutched onto yours as tightly as you could.

You cried, he cried and it never seemed to cease, you weren't ready to let go of this life, you weren't ready to accept that this was never meant to be yours. You knew you both had to make a decision, a cruel decision, a huge sacrifice just so your other selves will be safe from your Loki but you didn't think you'd ever be ready to let go of the love you have shared with him in the past few months. When the headache set in and the tears stopped coming you got up and went to the kitchen to make tea for everyone.

"So will we really get married in the future?" You asked the Other loki as he had followed you in the kitchen but you had your eyes on your own sweet baby who was discussing something with Stephen Strange. He wanted to know everything before the ritual tomorrow.

"In six months of meeting each other" your eyes flickered as he said that.

"How did that happen, in our timeline we have broken up twice already"

"Hmmm that must have been heartbreaking darling" you looked at him as he used the petname.

"It was"

"Well i can not tell you what will happen to us in the future, though the ritual will erase everything that has happened in this timeline, it's still a risk to divulge that information"

"You have no idea how hard it is..look at him, you have no idea how cruel it is for you two to ask us to give this all up" you but on your cheek to stop yourself from crying again but just the thought of what you two had to do was enough to break you.

"I do, i absolutely understand what you are going through, you want to know why?" He asked you as you wiped your tears.

"Because I'm giving up my memories too, it won't happen the same way that it did before, maybe things will change, I'm risking it all for us because I cannot sit idly by and wait for our eternal doom, I can't lose you forever, this way at least there will always be hope for us and deep down i know that i will find you sweet y/n, I will always find you, we will find each other i promise"

Your eyes teared up as he said that.

He was your loki. He was the same man you were in love with, just a few years older and perhaps wiser.

"Ummm am I the same as your y/n ?"

"Mmm yes but mine is very naughty"

"You have no idea how naughty I am"

"Trust me I do" you smiled as he said that. He grabbed the two tea cups as you both stepped out of the kitchenette.

"Does Frigga hates me in the future as well?" You asked the Other Loki and Loki looked at his other self as well for an answer. His eyes were teary and you didn't understand why.

"She never hated you y/n, she just knew the reality of your existence, she just wanted to seperate you both for the greater good" Stephen answered you.

"Ohhhh"

"How's the relationship between us and Thor?" Loki questioned his other self.

"It's not the worst"

"So that's it, you'll do some magic stuff and both of us will go back to our shitty lives where we didn't know each other?" You scoffed and crossed your arms together as you glared at Stephen.

"It does seem horrifying when you put it that way"

"I need to know more about the multiverse" Loki asked Stephen.

"Nothing to know really, there are multiple universes that is similar to ours"

"So in every universe there's a Loki and y/n?" You asked Stephen and Other loki answered instead.

"Yes, in one of them we meet at a grocery store" you smiled as he said that "That is cute"

"And in another one, we trick her into releasing us from a cell in the Avengers towers" Other Loki smiled as he said that.

"Ahhh y/n you are definitely lucky you're not living that version of yourself" Stephen said and it made you curious.

"Why?"

"Just count your blessings.. that's it, she has literally been through hell on earth"

"What else is out there, what versions of us?" Loki asked Stephen.

"Well there are several yous out there, you're a wrestler, a doctor, a bodyguard even-infact that is one of the few rare versions of you that is a mortal, in one universe you actually get cursed by a witch and go on doing some Phantom of the Opera shit, and oh in several of your realities you are pretty much yourself, the God Loki as you were destined to be" Stephen chuckled as he revealed the information. How was he sane after having so much of information in his head?

"But we find her everywhere, in every universe we find a version of her that is meant for us for life"

Loki looked at you as Other Loki said that "If you are worrying that we are going to lose her then it's simply just untrue, it will take much longer to find her perhaps but once we do we will never lose her again. However that will only happen if this timeline is reversed to the day when you had picked the tesseract because this life that you are living right now is going to end every one of us in every other universe" Loki nodded as Other Loki said that.

"We need some time to think" you told them so they collectively sighed again. Maybe you'll wake up tomorrow and all of this would be nothing but a nightmare, you hoped for that because you couldn't imagine a life where he never ended up in your apartment that day, you couldn't imagine not having him live with you for those two months, you couldn't bear the thought of losing your friendship that had brewed so delicately in those times.

You couldn't imagine not falling in love with him the way you did.

You also couldn't imagine losing Thor's brotherly care or Jane's friendship, you couldn't bear the thought of losing your mother's affection again or marrying Strange, that was the worst of all.

As they left, Loki picked you up and laid you down on the bed then he snuggled into you as he usually did, your fingers caressed his scalp softly and then you heard him crying, that made you cry even harder.

"Loki what are we going to do..I don't want to let go of our life here"

He cupped your cheeks and got on top of you as you said that, you felt his lips on yours as he kissed you tenderly.

"Neither do I darling but I can't live without you either and knowing that someday I will lose you to death in this life and will go on a killing rampage is something to think about isn't it?" He laid down next to you so you wrapped your arms around him.

You wanted to tell him to move on, to find someone else but then you put yourself in his shoes and realised how hard it was, just a few months and it was unbearable to stay away from him so you couldn't imagine his plight when you'd leave him after years of togetherness. He'd go insane and you won't be there to bring him back to you.

"Do you think ..do you think those other Lokis and me in different universes, do you think they love each other as much as we do?" He smiled as you said that.

"Perhaps they do, if they're anything like us, they must be madly in love with each other and I will take it away, i will ruin their paradise, I will become the monster that has always been there in me" his eyes welled up again so you kissed him again.

"You're not a monster Loki and you could never be, you're the noblest man there ever was or will be, no other man would have agreed to fix this the way you did, you deserved to be selfish this time but I know you'd never want to hurt anyone like that" he pulled you into his arms as you said that, his sweet princess always believed in him, no wonder he went crazy in this timeline and crossed all the limits just to have you back.

"Can't we just prevent me from dying here?" You asked him as you caressed his cheek with your fingers.

"If the sorcerer supreme believes that it is impossible to prevent your death then I'm inclined to believe him"

"Why?"

"He's the sole protector of time stone darling, he sees it all, every outcome, every possibility, every reality"

You both knew you had to do this, you knew this was the right thing to do but losing these memories with him was killing you, more so as you knew you won't even get a chance to grieve the loss. Because you won't even remember this time, this life will be erased in a flash as if it never existed, but you had to do this now, the longer you halt the process the more painful it will get.

You spend the night making love to him because you didn't want to waste a second of your time with him even though the time itself made no sense to you anymore, you were living a life not meant or written for you.

"Hey mom" you smiled as you called her the next morning, you had already been to the tower to meet Jane and Thor, their realities will change too. You never even thought about that but at least they won't even know or suffer the way you both were suffering and your gut told you that they will find each other as well.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I'll be okay" you mumbled but your voice choked up.

"Y/n what's going on" you noticed the worry in her voice.

"Nothing I just miss you"

"Well I'm seeing you next month" your eyes teared up more as she said that.

"Yeah.. okay mom i have to go now I'll talk to you later" when you hung up you both went to see Mrs Geller, you didn't say anything but just hugged her as tightly as you could before you came back to the apartment again and you both sat down on the couch. You had the knife he had gifted you as well as the blanket.

"I just realised that you gave me such nice gifts but i never gave you anything" you mumbled softly so he smiled,

"My princess you have given me everything..you don't even know what you have done for me" you hugged him tightly as he said that and then you cried some more.

When Strange arrived, this time Loki wasn't with him, you figured he was spending his last moments with the future you before his reality will shift again.

"Just remember, both of you will be sent to right where you were that day when Loki had picked the tesseract, there's 99.99 percent chance that none of you will remember this" you and Loki looked at each other as he said that.

"So there's a 0.1 percent chance that we will?" He asked Stephen. You knew you weren't that lucky, if you were actually that lucky none of this would have been happening in the first place.

"Even if somehow that does happen, just don't say anything to anyone" Strange warned you both.

"What will happen if we do?" You asked him.

"You can not tell anyone about this, just remember that"

"So whatever decisions we make in that timeline will be our future, am i correct? There will be no more diversions right" you said

"Yes, now don't say anything during the ritual, i wouldn't want to lose my concentration" Stephen told you so you scoffed.

"Are you an asshole in every universe?

He didn't respond but rolled his eyes instead. You kissed Loki one more time before Strange commenced the ritual and all the memories you had made with him came to the surface of your mind.

"What I'm saying is that our paths were meant to collide, perhaps you were born to become mine someday precious y/n"

"You are my only woman my darling, you're my best friend and you're the only person I see whenever I close my eyes and envision the future that is ahead of us, my only fear is that you will not be there with me and I would go to any length to prevent that from happening"

"I love you and just so you know, nothing will ever ruin our friendship, you will always be my best friend in the whole nine realms and I be yours"

"Godd i would die for you…I love you so much"

"And i will kill for you my princess"

You squeezed his hands tightly as your eyes welled up, you could just feel the memories slipping by you more and more.

"So we just, ummm, go back to being friends who kiss sometimes and do other stuff, you are going to be all mine and I..well we will be patient with each other as we figure out how we are going to deal with these problems that we have and we won't leave each other no matter what happens okay?"

"I love you Princess, I have never nor will I ever love again so deeply the way I love you"

"I can't stop obsessing over the moments we have spent with each other, I can't stop thinking that I'd never get to kiss you again and I haven't slept in a month because all I think of as soon as I hit the bed is you. I stay awake all night just wishing for you to hold me again"

"Ten years from now I don't want to look back at my life and regret losing a precious person like you, ten years down the line I still want to have you by my side"

"I want to run to you and touch you whenever I want. I want to see you smile and hear your laughter, watch you dance and kiss you until our souls are intertwined with each other. I want to snuggle with you after making love to you but I can't do any of those things if you are not even here. If you're dead because of me. I'd never ever move on from that, just the mere thought of living in a world where I can't find you and look at your precious face terrifies me to my very being"

"I love you lo, I know I do, for once in my life i know that I am in love and i love you.. so much and it scares me because I don't think I'll ever be able to fall in love again with someone who is not you, I always dreamt of a man like you and I found you, it's nothing less than a miracle for me"

"Perhaps i was searching for the heat myself, all I had to do was find you..right place at the right time"

"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another and we will do so when our timing is aligned perfectly, a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "

"I love being your friend"

"Okay..ummm so..we can be friends who kiss sometimes and they cuddle"

"And friends who don't see other people"

"If you ever find yourself trapped by the twisted paths of uncertainties, remember that you can always cut through and make a new one"

"Maybe my perception of love has been skewed because of those romantic movies but I have never felt that intense type of love in my life..like ever. Never felt the chemistry..that bubbling scorching heat

"Any man would be fortunate to have a woman like you, but you do not deserve just any other man..you deserve the noblest of them all.. perhaps the reason you haven't found one yet "

"You're very kind my lady, thank you, i won't disappoint you i promise"

"Wash your hair..you look like a pine tree"

You felt a sharp pain in your head and everything spinned around you both.

"Okay come soon, I love you pretty boy"

See you soon my beloved..never forget that I love you"

..........................

"Y/n? Y/n? Are you listening" your mom raised her voice so you placed your hand on the door in order to brace yourself. You felt dizzy. You felt nauseous and sick. You had just came back from work, you stared at your apartment door for a minute before you stepped inside.

"Yes mom I'm here" your apartment was empty, too empty.

"God that Asgardian terrorist Loki is shameless, he got no remorse, he's refusing to leave our planet" She rambled on so you hummed in response.

"Mom I just got home..I'll talk to you later okay? I am hungry so I'm going to eat" You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had a white shirt on with a blue jeans. You immediately walked towards the tv, turned it on and then you put the news channel on,

"Breaking news, The war criminal responsible for the battle of New York, the Asgardian terrorist Loki has apparently refused to return to Asgard along with his brother" The screen changed and you saw the media hoarding outside the Avengers tower. And then you saw him begging Thor to not take him back, Thor definitely seemed confused by the sudden change in his behavior, as Loki charged towards the people in the media, they all took a step back in fear.

"Please don't be afraid..I am not going to hurt anyone" the fear in his own voice made your eyes tear up.

"What the hell is wrong with you brother?" Thor grabbed Loki by the arm and you noticed tears in his eyes.

"I need to stay…i need to stay here" he mumbled over and over again, men in black suits then came forward to take him inside but he looked at all the cameras he could spot before they can drag him away.

"I remember, i remember, I need to stay please, i remember, i remember everything"

You took a few steps behind you until you hit the sofa and then you sat down.You let out a huge cry as you realised what that meant. The crying was bittersweet because you had spent the day feeling sicker then ever.

He remembered. And you felt lucky because you sure as hell remembered him.

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Note : Pheeww this is the most difficulty I have ever had while writing a chapter. Their story is not finished yet though 👀😏💚

Also little easter eggs for the people who have read my other stories 🥹

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[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 57: Endgame.

“Alright, it's time. Bring them back.” Steve told Bruce. It had been two minutes and a half since they killed Loki and Y/N and they were getting impatient.

Bruce nodded and signaled for Natasha to grab the defibrillator to shock Y/N as he prepared himself to shock Loki.

“Alright, on three Nat.” He said and the redhead nodded and looked at her friends limp body, frowning in concentration. “One, two, three!”

Suddenly, a gasping Y/N and Loki jumped quickly into a sitting position.

“Are you guys okay?!” Bruce asked them both, frantic, as he was trying to check both their vitals at the same time.

They both looked at each other and nodded.

“We are okay.” She told him, calming her breathing.

That's when she felt something materializing in her hand. She looked down and found the dagger of death, with some runes carved into it that weren't there before.

“You got it.” Loki told her.

“I did.” She laughed incredulously. Then she remembered how she got it and frowned unnoticed by the team, except for Loki, who noticed it and looked at her with question in his eyes. A second later, she sobered up. “Alright guys, the whole dying thing has me quite tired. Could we go to get some rest?”

“Y-yeah.” Steve answered her. “Of course.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Natasha asked her again, unsure.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired.”

“Alright, go rest guys. We will take care of the dagger.”

They both nodded and got up from the beds to head to their room.

“Y/N,” Loki began as soon as she closed the door to their shared quarters.

“Yeah?” She wasn't looking at him and that's what made him sure that something was wrong.

“What was her condition?” He asked knowingly.

Y/N took in a sharp breath.

“Sigyn's soul.” He lifted his chin and nodded.

She went to the end of the bed and sat down, looking at the floor.

“Am I a terrible person Loki?”

“You are not, my love.”

“But I… I agreed because in a way I want her to suffer. How can you justify that?”

“Y/N,” he grabbed her hand, “she killed your family. She then proceeded to lie to you and infiltrate this new family that you found with the intention of killing you and eventually ruling over the universe with a position that is yours to have.” She chuckled breathily.

“When you put it like that…”

“Y/N…”

“It just hurts, you know? When I stop to think about it, it hurts. And I don't want to hurt her, not really, past my rage, I'm just hurt… But I… I need to hurt her to end this.”

“I know, darling. I know.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. “You are the last person who should go through this.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Here we are.” He agreed.

“I love you Loki. And I'm really scared.”

“I love you too.” He told her and then breathed in deeply. “And everything will be alright. I promise you.”

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“Y/N, wake up!”

“Loki? What-” She was cut off by a loud explosion echoing a few floors down.

“She's here.” She widened her eyes.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is the team?”

“The garden miss.”

She got up from the bed and began running with him towards the rest of the team.

When they both reached them she saw the scene that was unfolding with a knot in her stomach. Sigyn was there with her whole army of enhanced soldiers, smiling wickedly as she looked at Y/N.

“Steve! The dagger!” She told him.

Captain America looked at her and shook his head.

“What?” She whispered.

“You mean this dagger?” Sigyn's voice answered for him. She looked at her and found the dagger in her hands. “You were really going to kill me, little sister? That is harsh.”

Y/N clenched her teeth and put herself in a defensive stance, prepared for a fight. The goddess laughed loudly.

“You really think you stand a chance without this?”

“I guess we'll have to find out.”

“Very well, whatever you wish.” She signaled for her army to prepare themselves and soon enough, the garden was a battlefield.

“We can't win this fight! We need a plan, Cap.” Clint said in his earpiece.

“I'm thinking!” He responded as he was trying to catch his breath in between throwing his shield around and knocking out a few of them, only for them to get back up again.

“This is like fighting an army of Y/Ns and Wandas, how the hell are we going to do this?” Sam asked, worried.

Meanwhile, Y/N was looking at Sigyn, flying over them and smiling maliciously, knowing that she was winning.

“The mind flayer.” Y/N whispered with wide eyes.

“What?” Clint asked.

“They all have…” She grunted.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted. “Y/N!”

“I'm… fine.” She said as she got up from the floor after getting hit as Loki helped her. “They all have a part of her power. It's like a hive mind. We need to kill the mind that has control.”

“How are we gonna do that when she has the only weapon that can kill her?”

“Make sure you're distracting her army… and let me handle her.”

“Y/N, no!”

“Please Tony, this is my fight.”

“No, it's ours.” He told her. “Go, we'll keep them occupied.”

She smiled softly.

“Darling,” she looked at him expecting resistance but was met with a soft look. “Be careful. I love you.”

“I will. I love you too.”

And just like that, she was flying over every one of them, heading towards her sister.

“I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Yeah well, you overestimated me.” Sigyn smirked. Then she prepared her hands for combat and Y/N did the same.

Blasting her magic towards the goddess, she grunted when she missed and was in return hit with Sigyns magic.

“You stand no chance against me.”

“You keep saying that.” She blasted her magic and this time she didn't miss. Sigyn almost fell to the floor. “Are you trying to convince yourself?”

“Ha!” She laughed. “I know you are trying to distract me. You are not good at this, Y/N.”

“Oh, but I am.” She told her as she disappeared into thin air and appeared behind her, kicking her back and making her fall to the floor this time.

“An illusion? That is cheap, even for you.”

“You've always been a sore loser.” Y/N shook her head and landed on her feet gracefully.

Sigyn got up and faced her, but couldn't stand for much longer as another blast of magic hit her. And another, and another.

When she managed to get up, she strutted towards Y/N with an expression so livid it made her question what person she had let into her life for these past two years.

Sigyn kicked her in the ribs and she fell on her back, wheezing. When she approached her again, Y/N kicked the back of her legs and made her fall on her back.

For a bit, they kept throwing punches and blasting magic at the other.

“Alright, time to distract her.” She said into her earpiece.

“On it.” Sam said and began shooting at her from the sky.

“These mindless mortals!” Sigyn groaned, more annoyed than anything else.

Perfect, Y/N thought.

“Sam, keep her occupied, I need to get the dagger.” She looked at Loki. “Loki, love, could I borrow your favorite dagger?”

“I- yes, darling.” He said, narrowing his eyes at her, confused.

“Thanks.” She said and then she closed her eyes and concentrated on conjuring the dagger she had given Loki a few years back, when they had not confessed their love yet.

Meanwhile, Sigyn was trying to blast Sam with her magic and he was dodging her attempts. Until he wasn't anymore.

“Sam!” Y/N yelled as her friend fell from the sky. “Someone get him!” She cried.

“Another one on the list of dead loved ones?”

Y/N clenched her teeth and looked at her. That's when she heard Wanda speak on the earpiece.

“He's okay, just hurt.” Relieve flooded her in waves and she looked at Sigyn with so much rage she could've killed her right then and there.

“You are not going to win this Sigyn.”

“Oh, but I already have.” She said, gesturing around her, at the avengers fighting and getting more tired by the second.

Y/N looked at them, they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. She closed her eyes and concentrated in summoning her magic. Then she opened them and looked at her sister.

“I swear to you, you are going to regret this.” She said strutting towards her with a set jaw.

Y/N hit her again and again, while Sigyn did the same. The ones around them couldn't tell who was winning, which worried them. Sigyn, on the other hand, was sure that she was.

“Keep hitting me all you want, you know that it won't kill me. I on the other hand-” Y/N hit her on her stomach. “I can kill you.”

“I dare you to try.”

“Oh, I will.” Sigyn pulled out the dagger and began throwing jabs at Y/N. She dodged most of them, except for a few scratches here and there.

Y/N kicked the goddess onto the floor and the dagger went flying in the air, falling a few meters away.

Rolling on the ground and grunting, they were both trying to fight off the other and grab the knife.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out behind her, where everyone else was, and she turned briefly, ignoring the screams from her teammates. Then, everything turned into a slow motion movie. Screams could be heard, but only as echoes.

“Look down, sister.” Sigyn's voice sounded distant but she did as told.

“Y/N!” Loki's voice rang out as she found the dagger dunked in her stomach. “Y/N!” He kept screaming, trying to get to her, but the soldiers wouldn't let him.

She turned around slowly and looked at him. At her love, her everything. She looked around, the broken and tired faces of her family, the reason she was alive. Her life flashed before her eyes, every moment that led her to where she was now. She then looked up and begged for a miracle to happen. Turning to him, she whispered:

“I love you, Loki. Forever.” And then she fell to the ground, limp.

“No!” He wailed, his voice shattered.

“I told you she did not stand a chance against me.” Sigyn said, standing up.

“I'm going to kill you.” Natasha said, full of rage and grief.

“Ha!” The goddess laughed. “I don't think any of you understand what just happened. Y/N was your only chance, and she's dead. So now, kneel before your new queen!”

When no one did as told, still standing and prepared for a fight, she groaned and looked up at the sky in annoyance.

“I said, kn-” She choked on her own words as blood began pouring out of her mouth. She looked down to see a red stain on her stomach, growing bigger by the second.

“I told you… I'd win.” Y/N told her between small gasps as Sigyn fell to the floor.

“How did you…” She tried to ask.

“I switched the daggers. You stabbed me with Loki's dagger and I… stabbed you with the dagger of death.” Sigyn began coughing. “I want you to know…” She looked at the goddess, her sister, the one she had spent every day with ever since she appeared on the compound claiming that she was not who she thought she was. In many ways, Sigyn changed her for the better, in other many, many ways, she did not. She looked at her sister and remembered every night spent reading together, singing silly songs, watching scary movies just to see her terrified face when a jumpscare happened. She looked at her sister and couldnt find it in herself to care. So her next words, she said them very slowly. “I want you to know… that this is for my family.” And she stabbed her again, in her heart.

“I-Im sorry.” Sigyn said slowly, in a hushed whisper, as she was dying.

“I don't forgive you.”

And after coughing a few times, her body laid limp on the grass. When it did, the soldiers began slowly falling too. Then, Y/N's vision began to blur, the adrenaline wearing out and her wound beginning to cause its effects.

Before she fell to the ground, someone caught her.

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[randomshyperson]

Destiny of Madness - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Reimagining and fixing of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (again) or Wanda Maximoff is your destiny in every world and no one will keep you from her, not even the God of Chaos.

Warnings: Brief mentions of insinuation of smut, making out, a lot of violence (canonical and not), language, dark magic, dark(ish) fic as well || Words: 8.255k

A/N-> I disappeared for weeks because I was being audited at my job, and in cleaning the computer I ended up doing the same with my drive and discovered some stories practically complete and abandoned or forgotten. This is one of them. I'm not writing anything right now, so I'll post these stories I found.

General Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad

--//--

“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”

As Wong's speech came to an end, the nervousness and anxiety of everyone around were palpable. Strange hesitated.

"There has to be something, someone capable of standing up to her." He inquired the Supreme, who also seemed equally nervous. Wong gestured around.

"We can turn this place into a fortress. You can try talking to her, you fought side by side after all."

Strange shook his head, moving closer. "She wouldn't listen, the darkhold controls her completely. And even if the mages could hold her back, gaining a limited amount of time, she would still win. Please, Wong, try to think, to remember something. Don't we know anyone who can stand up to her?"

Wong was silent, thoughtful. It was not he, but another master who approached, and whispered something in his ear that made him grunt: "This is just a legend."

But Strange was interested, and Wong sighed in defeat before narrating the room, "The Scarlet Witch's magic belongs to Chthon, the God of Chaos. And for every absolute singularity, there is a counterpart. Oshtur, the benevolent goddess of truth, gifts warriors with her magic of order every millennium. I have never heard of one in this world, not even when the Ancient One was alive. It's just a myth."

"So was Wanda." Strange cuts in. He hesitates when the next moment, the Kamar Taj's alarms sound, and Wong beckons everyone to go to battle position.

Before they join the courtyard, Wong pulls his friend by the arm.

"Legend has it that these warriors travel the multiverse, cutting chaos off at the root. Not the kind of person you send to face a friend."

Strange looks up at the black fog that is beginning to cover the palace and sighs. "She is no longer a friend. Stand your ground, and let's protect that girl. The Scarlet Witch can not control the multiverse."

–/–

"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."

The conversation turned into a fight almost as fast as America could blink.

She had heard the whole conversation from Strange and Wong, and when Wanda's magic electrified her body, burning its way into her powers, some part of her must have focused on that.

It was true that she couldn't control the portals, but that didn't stop her subconscious from doing so.

Strange jumped in, pushing the two of them inside, and everything spun. Worlds vibrated between them until they landed together, rolling through a dark hall.

"Hey, kid you okay?" Strange questioned worriedly as soon as he managed to get to his feet. America had done so the second before and merely nodded, her gaze focused on the figure on their back further ahead.

Strange tugged on her forearm gently, preparing for a conflict.

"You there. Friend or foe?" He questioned the figure, and when you turned around - your clothes covered in blood, which clearly came from the body you had just stabbed - America exclaimed in fright, hiding behind Strange.

Your serious expression softened immediately. "Shit, so sorry about that! They were the bad guys, I promise." You clarified almost bashfully, running the dagger through your clothes to wipe away the blood as the body fell to the floor. "Forgive me for the mess, I wasn't expecting an audience." You comment with a chuckle, putting the dagger away, and as you begin to move your glowing fingers to wipe away the blood and vanish the victim, Strange understands that you are some kind of sorceress.

The symbol of the Sanctum Sanctorum hanging around your neck makes him breathe lighter.

"What did he do?" the sorcerer asked towards your victim, receiving a weary sigh in return.

"Murder of course. We always pay in the same coin." You clarify approaching, and despite having just killed someone, your look is one of the kindest he has ever seen. You look embarrassed with America still cowering in fear, "I didn't mean to scare you, child. See, I'm just doing my job, and there usually aren't any little girls watching."

America frowns. "I'm not a little girl. I'm already 14!" She defends herself almost indignantly, and it's clear to Strange that you had said that on purpose, to at least get her to talk to you, by the smile that plays on your lips.

"Oh, my mistake. You are not a child, indeed." You comment gently and offer your hand to Strange first. "Sorry for the odd introduction. I'm Y/N L/N."

"Doctor Stephen Strange." He introduces himself back. "Are you some kind of mage?"

You smile. "Yeah, sorceress. Not so different from you, I imagine." You say pointing to the symbol he carries. Stephen smiles softly, introducing America before adding:

"We are facing a threat and need to get home. Perhaps the sorcerers of this world can help us."

You are surprised, absorbing his word for a moment, and then sighing a little.

"Sure, I can take you the Supreme. Just, don't mention that they are not from here. Not everyone trusts multiverse travelers."

"How can you say we are not from this reality?" Strange asked, to which you gave a chuckle.

"You need to be a traveler to recognize the other." Is your answer, and he widens his eyes in surprise, but you continue leading the way out of the room then past a door with glowing vents that when it opens, leads to a busy street. It was clear to Stephen the door was enchanted with teleportation magic. Once outside, you put on your hood.

"Not all worlds are friendly, Stephen Strange. And rule number one is that no one can be trusted." You tell them.

Stephen looks around, this world looks like his, maybe a little more advanced in technology. America crosses her arms while looking around the city. "We're not supposed to trust each other, then?" He questions you, but you chuckle again, checking on your watch.

"I trust you, Stephen Strange." That's what you told him, and then a group of people crossed your path to pass through the light. By the time Stephen tried to look for you, you had already disappeared.

He turned to America in confusion, but the girl was looking straight ahead.

"Dude, that's you over there." She pointed to a large statue across the street. Stephen's eyes widened. 

"Come on." He grunted softly before pulling America to follow him.

–//–

“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”

If Strange could break both chains and immobilize Mordo somehow, he would make it to America in time. But the alarm was still ringing, and he was getting desperate.

Just as Mordo was about to hit him, something wrapped around the mage's neck and pulled him backward.

Stephen let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw that it was you - The golden thread came straight from the clock he saw you checking hours ago. Mordo fell to his knees, struggling for air as he tightened the item around him. But you didn't let go, waiting for him to pass out before releasing him.

"I told you not to trust anyone, and the first thing you did was warn them that you were from another reality!" You accused as you pulled the rope back, and prevented Mordo, now unconscious, from hitting his head on the ground as he fell.

"Hey hey hey, it's not my fault! The Strange of this world is dead. He knew as soon as I showed up." 

You rolled your eyes. "Never heard of disguise magic huh? And if he was someone you knew from your world, caution has to be doubled." You guided as you moved closer, without any difficulty to free the man from his handcuffs.

"And why is that?"

"Affection can influence your decisions. If you find a friend in the multiverse, you need to remember that it is not the person you knew." You explain shrugging your shoulders before looking around. "Come on, I think I can track the girl."

As they ran, Strange asked:

"What have you gotten yourself into anyway?"

But you only checked your watch again before looking at the doors down the hallway, continuing to lead the way at high speed.

When you came to a crossroads, and two equally desperate women bumped into you, Strange was almost surprised at the way you checked America for bruises.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked with a face streaked with concern, both hands on her shoulders. She blushed, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said clumsily. "But Wanda, she's coming and-"

Your puzzled expression made Strange sigh. It was Cristine who spoke up. "We don't have time, we'll explain it to you on the way."

You started to run, but as soon as the words Scarlet Witch echoed, your steps stopped.

"What are you doing, we have to-"

"Go." You interrupt Strange with a determined look. "I'll stay behind."

"N-no, you can't." America said in shock. "She killed everyone! You won't-"

"Kid." Stephen interrupted, understanding. "She's a Warrior of the Order, like the legend of Wong. It's her duty."

You force a reassuring smile at America and nod to the mage. "Find the book, Strange. Take America to safety, I'll take care of Wanda." You tell him before heading off in the opposite direction they were going to run.

–//–

“This isn’t what your children would want.”

As soon as the witch reached them, they deduced that you lost.

Strange tried to put up a fight, easily being subdued and pushed into another world with Cristine through the portals.

America was exhausted. She hadn't stopped running for a minute for the last few weeks, and now, it seemed, she had lost for good.

She was thrown in, but the impact with the ground never happened. Instead, someone holds her by the arms.

"All right there, little girl?" you asked. And she was fine, alive, and safe. She looked up in complete shock, and you smiled playfully, eyes scanning her face. 

"H-how you....?"

"Shh, just trust me." You whispered, and America grunted a little at the way you grabbed her arm tightly and turned to the Witch breaking dreamwalking behind you. Once Wanda stood again, you cleared your throat. "You have America as you wanted. Now keep our deal."

The girl looked at you in a mixture of indignation. "N-no, but you are our friend-"

But you squeezed her arm gently, and as Wanda began to speak, America fell silent.

"I didn't kill him, as you asked. Now, the girl." She demanded, but you frowned.

"But where is he?" You insisted, and Wanda grunted impatiently.

"The girl, Y/N!"

"Wanda." You repeated and she lost patience, a red burst leaving her fists in your direction. America imagined you would go flying off on impact, feeling you let go of her arm, but when she looked back, you had your hand raised at chest height. Wanda's magic was restrained until it was gone, and you shook your hand as if you had just caught a baseball. "I knew you were going to do that eventually. You've been dying to attack me ever since you saw me, haven't you Witchy?"

Wanda, instead of answering, attacks again, and America exclaims in surprise as she is pushed away from the line of fire. She watches the fight - if you can call Wanda's frustrated attempts to hurt you that - completely stew. Until you stop resisting completely, and Wanda realizes that her magic simply won't hurt you. 

She puts her hands down, looking at you in disbelief. "What are you?"

But you draw your dagger. Wanda tenses, ready to strike again, but she is not the one you hit. 

America screams as Wong falls to the ground, the dagger wedged into his leg as he grunts in pain - You having stopped an attempted attack on the witch.

"I am a worshipper of Chaos, and you, Scarlet Witch, are my deity." You declared surprising both girls there. Wanda stammered in shock, but America shouted indignantly.

"You lied to us!" She accused. "Strange trusted you! You said you were a warrior of the order!"

You laughed tiredly, moving toward the supreme who was bleeding enough to only be able to grumble in pain. 

"There are no more Order Warriors, America. You saw me kill the last one." You begin to count neutrally and ignore Wong's protests when you touch him, busying yourself with stopping the bleeding. "I killed all of them, actually."

America shakes her head incredulously. "N-no, you carry the same symbol as them..."

You laugh again, moving your hand to the necklace on your neck and pulling it off with a simple motion. You throw it at the feet of Wong, who, although still wounded, is no longer in danger of bleeding to death.

"Coats of arms mean nothing in this vast multiverse, America. You, of all people, should know that." You retort by moving closer again, and though she struggles against it, you lead her to the stone table without difficulty. Soon, it is Wanda's magic that is holding her. 

You sigh deeply, placing your hands on the table and closing your eyes for a moment. America notices for the first time that the item on your wrist is not really a watch, but looks more like a small computer, full of graphics and numbers, like the ones she saw at the Illuminati headquarters.

Wanda seems uncertain about approaching. "I want to talk to you." She says to you, but you laugh, taking on an aggressiveness that no one there had seen yet.

"If you want to talk, tell me where you sent him then." You retort, and Wanda sighs.

"I don't know." She replies truthfully, and you seem conflicted about yelling at her or not. "I used the girl's powers and sent him to some other universe."

"What about the book?" You ask straightening up. Wanda hesitates. "The book, Wanda."

"I destroyed it." She replies and you sigh impatiently, shaking your head. "He was going to use it to stop me-"

"No, he was going to help you." You interrupt, starting to sweat a little and leaning your body as if in pain. "Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn in all the worlds."

Wanda swallows dryly, shifting her weight between her feet. "Have we met?"

Your eyes grow sad, but you smile. "Many lifetimes ago." That's as you reply, before turning your attention back to America, still in shock at the whole thing. "Forgive me for not being honest, Miss Chavez, but I told you not to trust anyone. Take this as a lesson."

America had no way to respond, all that came out of her mouth were the grunts of pain as her magic began to be drained. You looked away, and Wanda looked back at you.

"I have to do this. I need her powers to get to my children."

But to the witch's surprise, you chuckled, falling to sit on the floor with one hand on your stomach and the other on your face. Wanda was moving toward you before she could think about it, concern on her face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, but you gasped softly, shaking your head.

"There's more, Wanda." You began, practically pleading with her as you looked at her. "Our worlds are prisons. Kang controls everything, he needs to be stopped-argh" You cut yourself off in a groan of pain, and Wanda frowned in desperation, her hands on your shoulders trying to find some injury. But there is nothing, not even blood. "Look into my mind, find my truth. I need to..." You gasped helplessly, your forehead falling on her shoulder. 

"You're burning up with fever, Y/N." Wanda grumbled. "Show me how to help you." She whispered, her eyes turning red as she let her fingers wrap around the strands of your hair, and her magic pierced your mind.

–/–

“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”

A smile played on your lips at the legend, but you waited until class was over and the students all left before you entered the room.

"You didn't have to wait for me, Professor." The male figure says without turning around, finishing putting away the items in his bag.

You laugh. "Come on, Stephen, I need some company to gossip with at lunch." You retort, making him laugh.

It doesn't take long for you to make your way out of the room, through the busy halls of the university. Stephen had just finished telling you about his and Cristine's upcoming wedding anniversary when the subject came back to you.

"Miss Maximoff seemed quite happy this morning." He commented with a hidden intent that made you laugh softly, your cheeks slightly flushed.

"Yeah, I proposed to her last night."  You confess, receiving an exclamation of excitement at the same minute. 

"Y/N, that's great! Harkness didn't tell me, that old hag." He complained making you laugh. "I'm very happy for you two, really."

You nodded embarrassed, unable to stop smiling. Strange sighed, checking his watch.

"If you run, there's time to invite her to lunch with us. Agatha might complain about someone stealing her company later."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, Professor. You can have lunch with boring old men whenever you want, but the company of your fiancée will make everything easier."

You slapped him gently, saying something about him being a friend and not a nuisance, before walking away toward the rooms again.

The floor was empty because of the lunch break, and when you opened the door to the penultimate room, you were surprised by signs of a fight.

The body on the floor took all the air out of your lungs.

"W-Wanda?" You choked, dropping your backpack and running to meet her. Shaky hands hugged her. "No, no, no. Wanda! Sweetheart, I'm here, open your eyes..."

Your sobbing was interrupted, the room was not empty. A man came through the door, wearing a black uniform. He seemed surprised to see you but didn't react with more than a tired sigh. He raised his hand to his ear.

"We have a variant, sir." He informed, not giving any thought to the two figures in the other corner. "No, not the Nexus Potential. I've already eliminated the witch, no other divergences. I was checking the area, but we had a slight change in events. Yes, the bride and the lunch option. Right, sir."

You only had time to roll out of the firing range, using the table as protection to avoid being killed.

The memories vibrated - speeding up and twitching. You were taken into custody to a place of temporal surveillance, and Wanda could feel your anger transcend those memories. The thoughts merged among other memories - flashbacks of your escape between worlds with the theft of one of the small pads the TVA used to travel the multiverse until your capture and killed.

But if you’re dead, how could you be here?

–//–

"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. Wanda knew immediately - from the size, color of the hair, and different arrangement of the dots that you were not the same person she had seen in past memories.

Struggling with the tie until hands wrapped around your shoulders, making you laugh.

"We can't go back to that sweetie, I'm already late." You tried to negotiate, but couldn't resist the soft lips that met yours. When a hand slid into your pants, you gasped, "Wands, come on, it's our graduation..."

"Five minutes." She bargained, and you laughed softly, letting yourself be carried away as she pulled you by your loose tie to the bed.

Wanda fell in first, lying down and with her hair sprawled on the pillow. You bit your lips as she adjusted herself, your hands lifting the party dress so she could slide the panties between her legs, never breaking eye contact with you.

When the item fell, you grunted but it was from pain. You fell to your knees, with your hand on your head, and Wanda watched as her version immediately rushed to your rescue, trying to figure out what was wrong.

The Scarlet Witch looked into the mirror, able to see the cosmic entity possessing you.  Sharing the memories of the life you just lost.

An exclamation of surprise made Wanda turn her attention back to the two teenagers in the commode, and she was surprised to see you grab your girlfriend by the neck.

"Who are you?" you questioned evidentially confused, and the witch variant gasped in fear and confusion.

"Babe, it's me, Wanda-"

You let out, blinking in confusion, and bringing your hands to her cheeks as if seeing her for the first time. "My god, Wanda, look at you. You're so young..."

"Y/N, you're scaring me."

But you stood up, returning to the mirror and groping your face as if you could hardly believe you were really there. "It worked, honey. I remember everything."

"Babe, what are you talking...?"

You turned back to her, helping her to her feet and placing her in a sitting position on the bed. "Forgive me for the scare, I've never had a subjugation before. I am not the Y/N you know, I will never be again. This is painful, and I hate that you lost her, but there was no other way. We are all trapped, living in a sick little game of someone who thinks he is a god. I'm going to set us free."

Wanda denied with her head, concern in her expression. "Babe, did you hit your head somewhere? What are you talking about..."

But you offered her a sad smile, holding her cheeks. "God, you are so young. My memories are merging, this variant was so lucky to meet you in school, you two had so much fun. She, I, love you. Deeply, and in all universes apparently." You commented with a tearful laugh. "Forgive me for taking this away from you, but it will be safer this way."

Wanda blinked in confusion, but soon, her eyes went dark. You were erasing your existence from her mind.

The Scarlet Witch tensed as your gaze met hers, just inside the memory.

"You're in the wrong place, Wanda. Look deeper, don't mind the pain." That's what the memory - or your conscience - told her.

When the scene changed again, she expected everything but the twins.

Wanda choked, but they couldn't see her. Still, she was crying.

"Man, you're cheating!" Billy complained, elbowing his brother sitting next to him. They were older than Wanda had ever seen them, almost sixteen, and both were playing video games. Tommy rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Don't be such a bad loser." He retorted, but they began to push each other until a golden light separated them. 

"I said no more fighting!" Your voice rang out, and it had evidently been your magic that separated the boys, who grumbled loudly. 

"Sorry, Mom!" they spoke in unison, but you only muttered something about teenagers, busy climbing a small ladder from the bookcase. 

Wanda was not so surprised by her variant's presence next - leaving the kitchen and kissing you against the bookshelf before starting to help you with the organization of the items. No, what took the air out of her lungs was the black figures coming through the garden that she could see through the window.

She tried to warn, despair filling her chest even though it was useless to wave at a memory. 

And soon, she was staring at bodies.

A soldier grabbed you by the hair, and you faced your murdered family for the next few minutes until they were cleared by the TVA to report in.

The Scarlet Witch was crying too, and when the memory switched to the TVA base, this time you didn't run away like the first time. No, this time you took your time to make a massacre.

And Wanda believes that you were right.

–//–

“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”

Wanda was in an open field. And even though it was a memory, the magic there was so strong that she felt her body shiver with cold.

It was dark magic. Very powerful, very filthy. Cursed, if you can put it that way.

Following the sounds of fighting, she ended up in a more private area, like a camp. But the vast majority of the soldiers were dead, leaving only one pair.

Armor suits you, Wanda thought when she saw the variant. But she pushed the thought away at the same second.

The third figure was out of the fray. It was a hooded man, and he was hurrying away with the items on the table.

You won the fight, and as your opponent fell, you turned to the other.

"Kang, enough running away." You warned, but he ignored it, wasting no time in trying to hit you with magic, which you used a shield to block. 

"Killing me doesn't change anything!" He shouted back, and despite the fear on his face, there was confidence behind his words that made Wanda shudder. He spread his arms, gesturing to his surroundings. "I am just one of many. You can't stop us!"

He ran, but you hurled your sword at his thigh, and he fell with a cry of pain. You approached him breathless from the struggle.

"I am saving these people, Y/N. Try to see." He rants, getting an incredulous laugh.

"If these people stay within your plan, of course." You mock, taking off your practically ruined armor. Kang grunts in irritation.

"They make sure the multiverse doesn't break. You don't understand what I am doing here. The greatness of my work!"

But you sigh wearily, pulling a dagger from your belt. Kang shakes his head.

"Please, mercy."

"Mercy? Are you fucking with me now, Kang?" You retort angrily, hitting his face with the hilt of the dagger so hard that he falls to the ground. "You killed my family in 182 different worlds. All because they stepped out of what you thought was right for your ideal timeline. I had to watch my wife die in 72 different lifetimes, and then my children. And you have the audacity to ask me for mercy?"

Kang gushes blood on the floor, looking at you with neutrality.

"The multiverse needs order." He says, but you laugh, hitting him hard again.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt next, your face full of fury. "I'm going to destroy every stone in that place, and when I'm done, I'm going to hunt down every version of you. You won't live, Kang, anywhere. You have lost the right to exist."

He grunts in pain as you slowly dig the dagger into his chest. He uses his last strength to place his hand over yours. "If you love chaos so much, worship it. I cursed you."

You jumped away from his touch with a surprised sigh, and Kang fell backward, dead. A smile on his face nonetheless.

Wanda saw you shudder as if you were seeing a ghost, and begin to hug and scratch yourself as if you were sick, despair in your eyes.

The color of the sky changed to a vibrant red, and Wanda immediately recognized the same atmosphere as in her own home. The ground began to rot beneath Kang's body, but the roots reached toward your ankles.

"N-no, please...." You tried to whimper, fighting against the restraints and reaching for the dagger. But no matter how hard you cut, the roots wouldn't let go, and the crater that opened up and swallowed the enchanter's body was getting closer by the second. You cried but shook your head before forcing the dagger against your own chest.

When you died, Wanda was pushed away.

–//–

“This isn’t what your children would want.”

Blood. Everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor, from the tips of your shoes to the last strand of your hair.

Your mouth also tasted iron.

Golden chains glittered amidst the slaughter, and you dropped the dagger to the floor, the sound of an electronic alarm clock blaring in the room.

But it wasn't a clock you looked at. It looked like one, it was the same shape at least, but when you ran your hand over it, holograms became visible, and because Wanda couldn't see in the reflection of anything in the room, she knew immediately that only you could see that information - and now so could she, from within your memories.

It was a timer in reality. And it had just restarted.

You started to cry, but moved to the bodies one by one, tearing the chains or golden rings off the victims.

Wanda watched as you gathered them all up and knelt down as if to pray. You closed your eyes and whispered in a language too ancient for her to recognize.

Runes appeared on the wall, burning and destroying like fire. The rings and chains that you had placed in front of you drifted to the ground until they disappeared. You opened your eyes, sighing wearily.

"I did what you asked, my lord. Now free me. I beg you." You choked on a sob, lowering your face to recover. 

At first, Wanda thought maybe you were talking to Kang - another version that was more powerful. But when the room shook, and a low, demonic laugh filled her ears, she knew better. 

You shuddered like the witch watching your memories.

"Free you? Why would I do that when you are such an obedient pet?" Mocked a male voice, the runes vibrating with his words. Wanda held her breath. It was suffocating, like the ones she hears in the darkhold.

You sniffled. "I-I did what you asked. Please."

But the demon laughed again. "It wasn't me who conjured your curse, sorceress." He reminded in a provocative tone. "Don't act like I'm not merciful to you. All those walks between the worlds. I could have turned you over to the Living Court, but I accepted you as a servant in spite of everything. Don't forget how many crimes you committed..."

"They hurt my family!" You tried but grunted in pain afterward - Wanda understood that the demon could also punish her physically when it wished.

"Puppets, Y/N. You know that." He retorted more calmly. "All those variants in the service of a man, a pathetic human who thinks he can play god. You know my limitations in this dimension my siblings cursed me to, I need warriors like you, willing to break the order for me."

You whimpered a little, massaging your stomach before raising your face to the runes.

"Chthon, please." You pleaded, and there was a pause.

"It was good service, child, I admit." He says. "I will be merciful again, given your exceptional competence. I have never had such a talented warrior, not even Mephisto with his Riders are so efficient. I will promote you."

"B-but you told me you were going to free me!" 

This time, whatever he did made you scream in pain and fall to the ground. As you recovered, trembling in a fetal position, Wanda felt a presence materialize behind her.

"Apparently, your new boss is already here."

Wanda froze, not having the courage to look back and confirm if there really was someone behind her. She could feel it, but when she risked looking into the mirrors, there was no reflection. If Chthon was here, he wasn't really there.

"I will present you with the most honorable position you could ever imagine, child." Says the demon. "And believe me, you will like the Witch I have chosen."

You squirm softly, fighting the pain to sit up again. "Don't make me kill anyone else, please."

Chthon laughs, with delight. "Why do mortals fear death that much? I've never understood it. It is what you were created to do."

"Please, my lord." You repeat with your head down, and Wanda can hear the demon sigh impatiently.

"You will not kill unless she asks you to do so, I promise."

You blink in confusion, looking up. " D-don't you want me to kill the witch?"

Chthon laughs indignantly. "What, my Scarlet Witch? Of course not. She's precious, she's... merchandise. My most powerful toy, and so her collar breaks easily. That's where you come in, little one. I have ways of keeping her under my command, the demons imprisoned in my teachings can affect anyone. But witches less powerful than her have already resisted the influence of my darkhold, after all, you can't keep poking the same wound and have the same effect forever. If there's one thing your kind does annoyingly well, it's adapt."

You wipe your face, breathing wearily. "Where should I find her and when should I bring her to you?"

The commode goes silent until you sniffle again.

"You are hers, Y/N, not the other way around." Chthon clarifies making you shudder. "You stay with her until she gets bored, I imagine."

You deny with your head, sobbing before pleading:

"I did what you asked! Why are you doing this-"

But the room shudders, and you fall silent in an exclamation of pain.

"You are insolent, girl. It angers me deeply. I have been benevolent to you all this time, and you are never grateful. Get back to work, I just increased your debt. You don't stop until every trace of Oshtur is banished from this dimension, and when it's over, I might consider telling Wanda to have mercy on you."

You raise your head immediately at the mention of the name, confusion stamped on your face. "W-Wanda? What about her?"

Chthon's laugh is even more sinister. "Oh, did I forget to mention? Funny thing, fate. No matter how much Kang alters things, trying to make sure that in the worlds he thinks he controls you and Wanda never met, things always go back to how they're supposed to happen." Narrates the demon mysteriously. "Wanda Maximoff is my scarlet witch, my queen of chaos. And you are to be her worshipper."

For the first time, the gleam in your eyes is one of fury, not fear. "How dare you involve her in this, Chthon? That's dirty, even for you."

Chthon laughs, and the room shudders, but this time, the pain only makes your expression falter a little. You bear it. 

"Your mistake was underestimating how important she is to me, you old demon. I hope you rot in your forgotten kingdom." You warned, getting up with a little difficulty. Chthon continued laughing until you reached the door.

"You cannot contradict the mark of the curse, Y/N. Even death won't rid you of me."

Wanda knew it was hurting. The blood coming out of your ears was fresh, and you were limping. But you kept walking.

"She will come to you in four winters, be ready to kneel." It was the demon's last warning before the runes disappeared.

The memory breaks, transforming into one that Wanda was present.

"I'm so sorry Peggy." You whispered before sliding the dagger away, holding your friend’s of other lifes body as she falls dead to the ground. It was a quick death, at least. Captain Marvel was next, Wanda almost thought it was you actually, but she lowered her hands when she saw that you were fighting alongside her, and not the other way around.

Maria didn't even have time to understand what was happening properly before she felt the blow.

Your hands were shaking, but you took a deep breath.

"Who are you?" Wanda asked in a thick accent. You put the dagger away.

"A friend, if you want me to be." You answer, and as you approach, she tenses, her serious face analyzing you. You don't lose your ground. "You won't be able to read my thoughts with a variant, Wanda. I'm as strong as you are."

"Hard to believe that." She retorts almost cockily, and you can't help the smile that fills your lips. 

"I guarantee it, but I don't want to face you. I didn't come here for that." 

"And why did you come here for?"

"You." You answer bluntly. "I know more than you can imagine, far beyond what darkhold says is the truth. I will tell you everything I know if you will do one thing for me."

"I could rip the truth out of you." She retorts without hesitation, but you take another step forward.

"Not when you can be reasonable." You say and she locks her jaw, but you chuckle softly, taking another step toward her, now close enough to touch. "Let's make a deal. You want the girl, but not the sorcerer. Let Strange live, in another life, he was a friend. Someone who set me free, allowed me to see the truth. I owe it to him. You will go through that door, and you will have the girl as you wanted, but Strange will try to get a book, which you must not destroy. Promise."

"I won't promise anything, we don't even know each other-"

"I'll do anything you want." You cut her off pleadingly. "Your plan is to stay in another world with your children? I know the multiverse, I know how worlds work, in-depth. I can guide you wherever you want, I can even help you drain America's power properly. Just-"

"We have a deal." It's her turn to interrupt you, and you sigh in relief. You swallow dryly then and give her passage.

"They went in that direction." You say, and Wanda hesitates just before she starts walking. 

"Aren't you coming?" she asks, but you give her a small smile, your eyes hiding a sad gleam.

"My loyalty does not belong to this variant of you." You said, and when Wanda turned around, you returned your attention to the clock on your wrist. To the timer ticking in a few minutes.

The ground disappeared because you teleported.

–//–

“You ever had that dream where you’re falling as if you’ve been pushed off a tall building? That was probably me.”

Wanda helped you sit up properly until you support your back on the wall.

"Tell me how to help you. Please." The witch asked with her hands on your cheeks burning with fever. You gasped in pain, trying to check your watch again.

"Command." You muttered weakly, to which Wanda only frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Chaos time. I need to... obey." You tried to respond beyond pain, but it was enough for Wanda. She nodded and looked around, trying to think of something. 

"D- does it need to be an action, or can it be anything? "She asked and you almost whimpered in pain, only not falling to the ground because Wanda was holding you up.

"Anything, Wanda." You sigh. She swallows dryly, determined.

"Tell me how to get my children back."

You gasp in pain before forcing yourself to answer, " You can't, not this way... They control everything. If you don't have them, it's because the TVA wanted it that way. You can't steal them from somewhere else, they'll come after you. Believe me, I already tried. You didn't see it, but the memories are here, of the lives I tried to own. Worlds break like glass when we do that, Wanda. There can only be one of us, or we can't stay."

Wanda shakes her head, refusing to believe it. You can adjust a little, "I can make it work." She stubbornly says. "My magic is powerful enough."

But it's your turn to deny it with your head. "No, Wanda, don't you see? This is what he wants you to do. Break the multiverse, destroy worlds for him. I did that, and Kang can sell my soul to Chthon with a simple call. I don't want you to be his puppet too."

Wanda swallows dryly, trying to control the urge to cry. She puts her hands on your shoulders. "Tell me how to free you, we'll do it together."

"I don't know how, I don't think it's possible. If it is, I don't know that answer." You retort, panting a little but breathing better now that you have obeyed two orders. "Your pain, Wanda, he uses to blind you. Doesn't rewriting reality allow you to see how much bigger things are? I need to free the worlds Kang imprisons, if not, nothing matters because he will keep changing all events to his liking."

Wanda sighs, leaning her forehead against yours. "I can't give up on them." She whispers, and it is her turn to sigh.

"Ask me." You say, and she pulls away a little just to look at you. "Ask me to take over the influence."

"W-what?"

"That's why I wanted you not to destroy the book of the Vishanti. In it, there were counter-spells for the darkhold. I wanted to rewrite what is stated in the sacred timeline, I believed that as a Nexus being, you could. But apparently, Kang is still in front of me." You say with a sad laugh. "The only reason he doesn't hunt me down like he does all my versions now, is that this one here belongs to Chaos. Kang can play god, but he's not a real one, and even he knows that. The curse was a backfire because I learned to move beyond it. Every day, I have shifts of obedience, where the chaos becomes too strong for me to ignore. When I must comply, I work for Chthon, but when I am free, I work against Kang. It's hard and tiring, but I've freed worlds from his command this way. It worked for a while until Chthon got you involved."

Wanda swallowed dryly but did not interrupt. Her body shuddered a little. 

"I belong to Scarlet Witch now, but before...I was once only Wanda's. My friend, my wife." You counter with a sad smile. "And I cannot watch you continue to hurt yourself. Ask me to take over the darkhold's influence, and I will make all voices that are not yours disappear from your head."

Wanda hesitates. "I can't do that to you."

"Yes, you can." You insist, offering her a tender smile. "I'll be fine, I promise. It won't be even remotely the first time I've had to face demons." You joke, but just from the weak smile, there is a pang of guilt on her face that you cannot ignore. "Please, Wanda. It hurts me more to see you lose yourself."

She sniffles a little, looking away. Wanda takes a deep breath and takes your hand in her lap. "I want you to take the influence." She commands, and with that, she feels as if a weight is being lifted off her back. You, in return, grunt in pain and squeeze her hand. Wanda sniffles again, holding you back. "Hey, I'm here."

But you sob, letting your face fall onto her shoulder, your body shaking in spasms. She holds you close, stroking your back gently.

Strange appears in battle mode - and undead - only to find the Witch he came to face embracing someone he figured to be dead. America, free of her powers since Wanda was rid of the book's influence, was kneeling beside Wong.

"You took your time." Ironized the Supreme to the Zombie, but Strange only made a confused expression.

"What...?"

"It's a long story, but I think Wanda will explain everything when Y/N feels better. They're kind of wives, you know? It's pretty cool." America commented, helping Wong to stand. She noticed the zombie's hesitation. "Yeah, Y/N tricked us. But it was for a good cause. Apparently, there is a war going on in the multiverse that we know nothing about. But don't you think we'd better take Wong for medical attention first?"

With that, Strange comes out of shock and nods. As soon as he realizes his real condition, however, he calls America. The girl laughs softly. "Don't worry, I'll find you." She assures him before Wong conjures a portal to the Kamar Taj.

–//–

A familiar smell of food filled your senses as you began to undress, and because it had been god knows how many universes since you first smelled it, you practically jumped out of bed.

The exertion made your body complain, but you ignored the pain and followed the aroma, not recognizing the cabin you were in but appreciating the beauty of the place.

"Wanda." You called out to her as soon as the figure became visible, and the woman made a surprised expression.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be standing!" She tried to ration, leaving the pans to approach you, but you swallowed dryly, shuddering when her hands touched your arms.

"How did you...?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe." She assures you sweetly, caressing your body and then bringing her hands to your cheeks. "Don't think too much, you need to rest first. And eat, if you're feeling well enough to do so. Come, I made your favorite."

She tries to drag you by the hand, but you keep your ground.

"How do you know it's my favorite?"

Wanda sighs, taking her gaze from your joined hands to look into your eyes. "I looked. Everything, from the very beginning. I needed to know if I could trust you."

"What about me, Wanda?" You challenged. "How do I know if I can trust you, if you're not another one of Kang's puppets?"

Wanda released your hand only to bring it to her face.

"I'm not. I promise." She says with her strong accent. "And you can guarantee that."

You frown slightly, but she smiles, smoothing your cheek.

"Teach me the consciousness transfer spell." She asks. "That way, it will be me. All the versions you've ever known and lost, in one. But come eat first, we'll have time for that later."

The food was delicious, it was like tasting a memory. You almost cried with longing for a home you could never step inside again.

Wanda understood the feeling.

"You are uneasy." She comments a long moment later, her fingers tracing a drawing on the table, and her eyes watching for any reaction from you. "Your head is noisy."

"It's not me." You retort almost between your teeth, half gasping, and startling her. "It's the God of Chaos and his circus of demons."

Wanda swallows dryly, moving her hand to yours in your lap.

"Tell me how to help you."

And that makes you give a small, tired laugh, entwining your fingers in hers. "That's my job, Scarlet Witch."

But Wanda doesn't smile, squeezing. "Then I command you to let me help you." She says seriously. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I don't deserve-"

You interrupt her with a kiss. Firm and passionate, and needy. Wanda chokes in surprise, pulling back but you hold her hand in yours and she doesn't pull away much further than that. She blinks between confusion and doubt, and only meets your devoted irises, letting out a shaky breath before sinking in once more, kissing with intent now.

She has never felt the sensation before - not in her own experience at least - and it is intoxicating. She remembers the feeling from watching your memories about variants of herself that you kissed, made love to, and fucked, but nothing counts as the actual experience. Your lips feel as it should, your tongue explores her mouth with experience and familiarity. You bite a little just the way she likes it.

And it's too much. 

Wanda hasn't had real intimacy in years, and it overwhelms and frightens. She pushes your shoulder, panting and clumsy as she stands up, babbling about too fast, too new. 

"Forgive me." You interrupt as soon as you find a gap. She swallows dryly as she turns her expression to you, finding her equally affected but evidently exhausted as well. "You've seen my head, Wanda. I know it's too much. You know how much I've lost, everything I've done to get this far. All the way to the version of you that could put an end to this sick cycle." You say, your eyes filling with tears. "But baby, I've traveled a thousand worlds to be with you. You are my only destiny in this vast multiverse, Wanda. And you need to know that I will want to kiss you whenever I get the chance."

She gives a tearful laugh, moving closer again and kneeling at the height of her chair.

"First tell me how to make the pain stop." She asks again, and you sigh, moving closer to kiss her forehead, one hand smoothing her hair.

"Don't worry, witchy. Pain only makes us stronger."

"Y/N, please-"

"It's a pleasure to take it for you." You interrupt seriously. "If chthon wants a chat, he'll get me, not you. And that's final. Would you like to help me, dear? Start with Kang, help me free these worlds and stay with me." You say looking into her eyes. "Will you do that, Wanda? Stay?"

A smile forms on your lips, and Wanda leans in, mere centimeters from your face.

"Of course, darling. You are my destiny too."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

a self-indulgent head canon ~ and I'm gonna run with it

So, I'm casually watching Doctor Strange (2016) and my mind just wandered a little, thinking of one of my rare completed fics, 'Friday in the Park with Stephen'. Wishing I could afford to commission artwork created by my OFC (Hope Collins) of Stephen's hands, which she gifted to him because she saw beauty in his scars. The drawing featured a Blue Morpho Butterfly resting on his forefinger. The beautiful creature that led to them meeting.

It suddenly occurred to me that as the story takes place shortly before the events of Infinity War...and that although I took inspiration from the blue-green butterflies that Stephen transforms Thanos's black hole into, that in the world I've created for Stephen & Hope (in my seriesThe Wizard and the Artist) it could be that he conjures blue butterflies because he inextricably associates them with the love & comfort she gives him in14,000,604. So, yup, super self-indulgent. But also waaaaaaay super cool.

Sharing with a few people whom I know appreciate Stephen & Hope as a couple, because I know they'll get it.😁🦋😁

@strangelock221b @aeterna-auroral-avenger @stewardofningishzida @ben-locked @icytrickster17 @darsynia (I know you're not doing much reading these days,dear, but as Friday is one of your faves...☺️)

#my writing #Stephen Strange head canon #Stephen Strange headcanon #The Wizard and the Artist #'Friday in the Park with Stephen' #14000604 #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Hope Collins #OFC #Stephen Strange x Hope Collins #Stephen Strange x OFC #Stephen Strange x OC

[aurorawest]

Spoilers for multiverse of madness!

Hiya, just wanted to know your opinion as you’re the best Loki and Strange account on here haha. How do you think Stephens use of the darkhold would affect his relationship with Loki? And how would Stephen react if the roles were reversed? Thanks! :)

Hey, sorry for taking for taking stupidly long to answer this! It's a really interesting question! And you're so kind that you think I'm the best Loki and Strange account! :D Thank youuuuu!

I don't think Loki would have any issue with the way Stephen uses the Darkhold in MoM, because Stephen already has a history of using something bad in order to achieve a greater good. Stephen knows by giving Thanos the Time Stone, half of life in the universe is going to be wiped out, and he knows Tony Stark sacrificing himself is the one way to beat Thanos and bring everyone back. He's willing to tarnish his own soul to do the most good—which is actually an interesting parallel to the comics, where all magic has a price.

So, I think Loki would be all in on Stephen using the Darkhold to beat Wanda and save America. *takes a moment to stare into the middle distance to think about what a great movie it could have been if Stephen, Wanda, and Loki had teamed up* Loki is a weird mix of practical and idealistic, I think, so he'd have this ironclad certainty that while yes, Stephen might harm his soul in using the Darkhold, Stephen also is so innately decent that he'll always choose to do the right thing.

Aaaaand now I'm imagining a conversation where Stephen's like, "We've seen the way I turn out in other universes, so you know that's not true," and Loki's like, "Well then I'll be the one to remind you to find the good parts of yourself. It's only fair, since that's what you did for me."

I think Stephen would be pissed if Loki used the Darkhold, because he's an arrogant bastard who thinks he's the one who knows best about it, and also he'd view it as Loki trying to sacrifice himself.

Thank you so much for the really interesting question!

#Anonymous #loki #stephen strange #froststrange #strangefrost #loki meta #stephen strange meta #loki head canon #stephen strange head canon

[fallout4-reacts]

can you do companions react to a jokingly flirty sole who immediately gets flustered and starts panicking once they flirt back?

This one requires me to think outside the box because not all companions are going to return flirts in reality

But I enjoy the challenge of figuring out how they manage it

I've been searching online for a few concepts because I don't have many pick-up lines. As long as I do silly things, I might as well get it straight

Cait : "Sure, I feel well covered with a fighter as amazing as you to have my back, but sometimes I'd like you to take my forwards."

"I can beat anything you throw at me, but nothing beats like my heart when you're around."

Sole drops down their firearm and sinks their feet into it. Cait can't stop laughing as she helps her friend in getting up. And she has helped them in recovering their guns. And she has helped them in regaining their mental abilities.

"Eh, stop torturing yourself; if you turn a deeper red, you'll be mistaken for a tato. You have to be able to accept victory when you start a fight."

With one last lovely smile, she leaves to allows them to recompose.

Codsworth (not romanced) : Sorry! I can easily fall for the synth detective, but I couldn't fathom falling for Codsworth... Perhaps the round balled body? I get that his voice and manner of speech can be something (it is Stephen Russell, after all), but I can't. And then remark something like, "Yes, but put him in a synth body." Sorry, but it's all too far out of canon because it's been said numerous times that putting a robot's intelligence in a synth is nearly impossible, too much lack. There are fantastic authors who write romanced Codsworth fanfiction; I even stroll through an NFSW, but with a grind and... No way, I'm not going to do it. Anyway, I believe that if Sole tells Codsworth a pick-up line, it will burn his circuit.

Curie : "If kissing spreads germs, why not start an epidemic?"

Curie looks up from her computer to Sole, who is distractedly inspecting the labelled bottles on the clinic shelf.

"I'm afraid I'd rather keep our germs between us. I understand the advantages of an open relationship, but if I could obtain your undivided attention that way, I'd prefer to have it exclusively."

The antibiotic bottle Sole was holding falls to the ground as they tuck their heads into their shoulders, taking on a fascinating crimson tint. Curie is enthralled by what's happening and gets up from her seat to go closer.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed, Sole. That's adorable. You know I could bite you!"

In a playful gesture, she lifts one hand to her friend's face and gives them a gentle pinch on the cheek.

"These colors look great on you, giving you a healthy hue."

At the height of panic, Sole finds themselves unable to say anything and tries, in vain, to hide their head a little more in their shoulders. Curie rises to her feet and kisses them on the cheek.

"If you're interested, I'd be happy to take a closer look at your germs. But tonight. Right now, I have real sick people I need to take care of."

Her partner seizes the chance to flee the exam room, mumbling a few words on the way out that Curie misunderstands so badly that they stutter, but that essentially like a: "See you later."

Danse : "You're cuter than a puppy, and I want to take you home!"

"Oh! You know that without you, every function will be devoid of love."

To say that Sole did not expect such an answer would be an understatement of the most extreme sort. They appear to be preoccupied by a dust that appears to have sunk into the butt of their weapon as the red grabs their cheeks, forehead, and neck, and Danse is taken aback by their reaction.

"It's strange that as long as you're in a joke line, you can accept your flirtation, but now that I've answered it, you don't seem to know what to do with yourself."

The remark just makes matters worse, and it is at this point when panic grips Danse. He turns almost as crimson as Sole and realizes that his armor will undoubtedly require some attention.

Deacon : "Do you believe in love at first sight or do I pass by you again?"

"Do you really believe I've been looking away from you since the day you left your vault?"

Sole starts strutting and playing with the screwdriver in their hand, their eyes lowering to the ground and never rising again. Deacon smiles as the subtle red grabs their cheeks.

"What is that? Don't say you're surprised. A smooth talker like you never thought they'd can be talk back?"

"It isn't... It's... uh... it's... a... well..."

Deacon laughs and softly strokes Sole's cheek, who continues to blush violently.

"Wow, if you ever get tired of Death Bunnie, I have another Bunnie concept that I think you'll enjoy."

Dogmeat : No. (heard the voice of Valentine saying this No, like a categoric No.)

Elder Maxson : "If my heart were to fly, your soul would be my airport."

"However, I have a real airport; do you want to land?"

To say that Sole was surprised is a minimalism. The report they were holding falls to the ground, and the paper sheets scatter to the four corners of the room, but they do nothing to gather them up. They're frozen in place, crimson like one of those antique flags Maxson saw on one of his trips. He chews his lower lip to keep from laughing. He found out that it was not in Sole's nature to say something so... bold. Is this knight the victim of a pay loss?

"You don't say anything anymore?"

Maxson find that the gorgeous tint that has developed over their cheeks makes them look even more attractive.

"I…"

It's as though they awoke suddenly, realising what they had done. They rush to their knees, gathering up the papers meticulously. Maxson leans over to pick one up and offers it to Sole, his gaze fixed on them. Sole blushes even more and attempts to speak, but all that comes out is a long string of nonsensical stutters.

"If you keep this up, Knight, you won't be leaving my office anytime soon."

This time it was too much for Sole, who has tears in their eyes. Maxson isn't having any fun at the time and moves closer to them, extending out a hand to lift their chin up.

"I would like you to answer this question honestly: do you have feelings for me?"

They broke forth, peering into the Elder's eyes: "Yes!" Then they appear to retract inside a shell that weakens in the face of their superior. A gentle smile spreads across the man's lips.

"Don't be ashamed. Coming out like you just did takes a lot of guts. I know for a fact that my position is intimidating. But I'm pleased that you dared to do it, however awkwardly. Maybe we could talk about it more tonight, in my chambers, over a pleasant drink?"

Sole, for their part, couldn't help but smile, almost relieved. They promptly nodded and rushed to leave the deck.

Hancock : "Every time I see you, I get so tired... Why? Because I can't find my way out when I gaze into your eyes."

"It could be because I don't build walls around my heart to keep it open for you, sis/bro."

Fortunately, Sole is securely seated at the bottom of Hancock's couch, otherwise the mayor of Goodneighbor is certain that they would have slipped through the cracks in the floor the way he decomposes. He can't stop laughing.

"Too much Jet combined with too much whisky can make things say, huh?"

Sole nods rapidly, lips pinched, and cheeks on fire. The ghoul finds the appearance strongly attractive, so he rises from his own couch and comes to sit next his partner.

"But tell me, was there any truth in all of this?"

Sole nods their head in agreement again, and then they quickly drop her in shame.

"Eh, a ghoul might be flattered to have caught the interest of someone like you. There is no shame here. It's all been shared!"

He holds his friend's hands in his own and encourages them to look him in the eyes.

"I will gladly guide you in finding your way if that path leads you to my side."

Sole finally appears to recompose, and a smile cracks their lips.

Gage : "You have repainted my life in colors I had never seen before!"

"Stop using drugs, and you'll realise I love you even more than before."

Sole comes to a halt in the middle of the track, panicked, then fiddles with the button of their pip-boy as if they didn't hear anything. But Porter is no fool; he knows exactly what his boss heard. The scarlet that has gripped their cheeks is, in any case, a screaming witness. He approaches them by smiling like a predator.

"So you're feeling funny this morning?"

"I can't deny that your presence in my life has made it more vibrant."

"Quit choice of words. Am I now a part of your life?"

"Well, you...are my lieutenant, and... hm... we get along pretty well..."

Nose glued to the screen, Sole still won't look up. In fact, they appear to sink their heads deeper into their shoulders, acting as if the information in front of them is too vital to ignore, but Porter believes they don't read anything at all and simply try to escape his stare. He softly grabs their chin in his palms and lifts their face to meet his.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, boss?"

The raider never expected to feel so irreverent, a voice within him yells out that he has broken the rules, and he could blush and stutter about it. But it is stronger than him: Sole's embarrassment triggers his most primal impulses.

MacCready : "If I followed you home, would you keep me?"

"It's going to be a wild ride, but I'll be glad to have you along. We can even ride in a different drive."

MacCready winks at Sole, but for the first time, the latter appears embarrassed. All of this is amusing: the crimson covers their entire face, they try to stutter something, and in front of their failure, they droop their heads in shame, finding the button on their sleeve more interesting than the desert around them. MacCready's heart is filled with adoration. He comes to a halt and returns to his partner.

"What exactly are these manners? Hello, I'm Mac! Not the republic's president."

It doesn't appear to bring any comfort to the other, who still refuses to look him in the eyes.

"Were you kidding or were you serious? Because I’m not kidding at all. Not on that. I've stopped telling myself stories since then, you know. But I didn't dare to say too much since I know you're in mourning, and here I am, still in mourning for Lucy, but here. If you believe we could, you know, see if we can work together to move on."

Sole raises their eyes to meet his, trying to hide their shame at being caught at their game.

"I'd like to."

"That's all there is to it! Even more adorable. How can a man resist to such a face?"

He smiles sweetly and bends slightly, but he doesn't come all the way, leaving Sole with the option of digging deeper or retracting. Sole grows closer him by closing their eyes after what appears to be an excessive amount of heartbeat. The kiss is almost chaste, but Mac finds it even more delicious. He can't wait to get this journey over with.

Nick Valentine : "Do you consist of beryllium, gold, and titanium? You must be because you are BeAuTi-ful."

Nick is in fits of laughter. He'd never heard this one before, which isn't saying much. He knew Sole had a nerd side, but it's beyond imagination at this point. However, it is also quite touching. He smiles as he moves his chair towards his partner.

"The gold is you, because you are so precious to me."

Sole abruptly returns to their office without saying anything. Nick notices from behind that their ears have turned red, which amuses him even more. He stands up and turns his companion's chair towards him, noticing that their entire face has turned a crimson color.

"Flirty, but that's all there is to it?"

Sole raises an uneasy gaze at their companion, attempting to stutter an explanation, but the words remain lodged in their throat, turning them redder. Nick's lips grin slightly, and he kneels in front of the other to look them in the eyes.

"I feel flattered that this old cane can inspire such a statement, but now I understand that it was just a joke, isn't it?" he asks gently and reassuringly. To his amazement, Sole closes their eyes and shakes their head vigorously, appearing to have reached a new degree of crimson.

"You're not going to tell me you have strong feelings for me, are you?"

This time, Sole appears absolutely desperate, but after a good inspiration, they decide to declare: "I love you."

"Oh."

In his chest, the detective feels his metal core melt. He doesn't want to prolong the agony any longer, so he gently takes Sole's chin in his good hand.

"So do I."

Piper : "I'm no photographer, but I think I can picture us together." Sole says in a lighthearted tone, picking up an old camera off the Boston Buggle's floor.

"I can see us together so much that it's a vivid picture in my head at night when I fall asleep," the reporter replied.

Sole comes to a complete stop, unwilling to look Piper in the eyes. They become a bright red and even miss escaping the device, which bounces once or twice out of their hands before they can tighten their grip.

"Eh uh, ah... uh... you... you've seen? It's in pretty fantastic condition."

"Come on, Blue, don't tell me you didn't think I'd be interested after all this teasing and remarks?"

"A-a-are you interested? Will you b-b-by me?"

Piper approaches Sole, who steps back almost instinctively until they feel the room's wall in their back.

"No, by the reporter sitting there," Piper quips as she points to a skeleton. "Of course, you. Who wouldn't be drawn to you?"

"M-m-maybe it'd be better... it'd be better just..."

As Piper approaches Sole, she notices how panic grips them. It's almost amusing how they gaze around wildly, as if seeking for a loophole.

"You're not interested in me?" Piper mocks them with a pitiful false pout.

It's her partner's death. They appear to be in extreme agony this time, ultimately looking up at her and appearing to want to die.

"Of course, I'm drawn by you! I simply did not think... I couldn't think of a woman like you..."

"Then you should stop thinking."

Piper presses her palms against the wall on either side of Sole's head, getting even closer, up to a few centimeters from their lips. She would never kiss them without their consent, but Sole understands her intentions now, and the ball is in their court.

Preston : "Your name must be Nuka-Cola, because you're so-da-licious."

"My name is Preston; you know it, but you might not know that I can lose it when I see you."

Preston was having a great time until he realised how uncomfortable Sole is now. They're as red as a tato, attempting to stammer something but failing, and they don't seem to know where to go.

"Hey, easy! No man died. That was sweet of you, but if you think we're going too far, please accept my apologies."

Sole shakes their head and closes their eyes.

"No! I love you!"

The Minuteman shakes his head, noticing that his General is more uneasy than ever. There was no doubt that if anything might disrupt the scene, Sole would leap to his feet. Instead, they appear to be at the pinnacle of torment, wondering how they dared to speak.

"It's not a part of you that you've conditioned me to see, be embarrassed. I… but I’m flattered. As much as I've been slightly unhelpful, I have deep feelings for you, General, and if that's what you're feeling, I'd be the happiest man on earth to be able to move forward with this."

Sole bow their heads once more, still afraid to look the Minutemen in the eyes, but Preston does not want to stop there; now that the area has been taken, he intends to plant his flag over. As a result, he approaches cautiously, trying not to intrude on Sole's space while making his intentions plain. When Sole finally glances up at their Colonel, all they see is a man who is as head over heels in love as they are. Then they go closer, and they exchange a lovely kiss that could go down in history as one of the most beautiful of their century.

Strong (not romanced) : Did he basically have the ability to reply? I picture something along the lines of: "Puny human too drunk. Shame. Puny human must sleep, then seek milk of human kindness with Strong." Sorry, but it's out of reach for my limited imagination.

X6-88 : "We must be subatomic particles because I feel a strong force between us."

"The truth is, and I'm delighted with your statement. I find you appealing as well."

Sole's eyes widened to the point where X6 couldn't deny it was... amusing. He has travelled with Sole since a long time, and it's been months since the Institute was defeated, and he's learnt a whole new way to live, even if he stays X6 somehow. But if he has gained any assurance, it is that he has the right to live and live entirely, and he will not pass up an opportunity to continue forward with the person he admires the most in the world if they open a door. Is that, however, what Sole meant? As the thinking proceeds and he notices that Sole is turning red and uncomfortable, he begins to doubt himself.

"Have I gone too far in our relationship with this statement? I thought you were making advances, but I could have misconstrued your intentions."

"It's not... it's... I... you know hm..."

"No, I don’t know. Maybe I should go see Nick for a second view, because you don't appear to be any more certain than I am about what just happened."

"No!" Sole is well aware that when they are unable to provide sufficient information to X6, the Courser has developed the habit of consulting Nick. The last thing they needs is a snarky detective interfering. For months, they would be teased.

"No. The reality is, I must accept that... well, you are..."

Again, Sole appears to be at a loss for what to say or do with their ten fingers, which no longer amuses X6. He's looking for answers, and he wants them now. What has Deacon already stated about a case like this? When in doubt, proceed?

"Ma'am/Sir, may I?"

The Courser delicately strokes his boss's jaw lines with his palms, so lightly that it's difficult to tell if Sole feels it, but they do. They feel their heartbeat faster than ever in their chest, and they feel a surge of desire in them. They slowly close their eyes as they enjoy X6's kiss.

#cait #codsworth #curie #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout #fallout 4 reactions #fallout 4 react #fallout companions #fo4 #sole survivor #danse #deacon #paladin danse #preston garvey #x6 88 #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 hancock #nick valentine #hancock #dogmeat #fo4 deacon #deacon fallout #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #fallout deacon #elder maxson #arthur maxson #john hancock

[geeky-politics-46]

You Belong To Me - Part 2

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Part 2 to "You Belong To Me".

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Much to your surprise, & Stephen's, you discover you are pregnant. With twins. As the pregnancy progresses you start to feel everything is not as it seems.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, manipulation, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, toxic relationship, kinda cheating?, mention of potential pregnancy complications (minor)

Somewhat canon divergent as I wanted Tony alive, felt America should still be there, & I needed Wanda for the plot. Also some inspiration from AHS. Thank you so much for all the love you guys have given this piece. It means so much to me. At popular request this will now be a probably 4 part series.

"So how bad do you think he's gonna freak out?" 

You sat still stunned next to an equally shocked Wong in the library of the Sanctum Sanctorum, staring at a small white stick. It was resting on a fluffy pale blue/green hand towel. One end of the stick was covered with a royal blue cap. The towel created a sharp contrast against the rich polished aged wood of the table, the cap & the stick in contrast to the towel. The thing you both couldn't stop staring at however were the 2 pink lines visible in results window on the stick.

Wong pursed his lips for a second. Trying to figure out what response would be most likely from your boyfriend, Stephen Strange. 

"Well, I think you should definitely make sure he's sitting down first."

Without even turning to look at you he reached over to pull your hand away from your mouth. You had already chewed the cuticle on your thumb raw, you didn't need to get it bleeding. It was a habit you fell back into when you were anxious. Both Stephen & Wong had gotten into the habit of making you stop when they saw you doing it.

You huffed at him, less for making you stop & more because you didn't know what else to do. "I should make you tell him. You're the one that burst into our bedroom without knocking after I read the test results. What if you had walked in on us doing... something?"

"Yeah, I burst in because you screamed bloody murder. I thought you were being attacked. We still don't know who or what that was that trapped us last month, & things have been happening more often lately." 

You nodded slightly & grunted in agreement. Yeah, you couldn't be too mad about it. He was just trying to protect you. You also knew he was under threat from Stephen to watch you like a hawk when he wasn't there. 

"Plus it's not like I haven't walked in on you 2 doing things all over this place. More times than I care to think about. I still can't sit on that loveseat downstairs."

You turned to give a perturbed look at your friend, who to his credit did look slightly traumatized as he recalled the various places & positions he'd found you & Stephen in around the Sanctum. 

All of a sudden a golden spark appeared mid-air & quickly expanded to create a portal. Stephen quickly stepped through it, hands full with books & papers. The portal closing down as he started walking away from it.

He turned his head towards the 2 of you, both looking like you'd been caught red handed. You didn't dare reach for the pregnancy test to try & hide it. You were better off pretending it wasn't even there. 

As he moved to walk past he observed the scene & acknowledged you both, "Wong. Sweetheart." Before turning back towards where he was walking. 

You were about to exhale in relief that he hadn't seen the test when you saw him freeze dead in his tracks. He stood still for a couple beats & then started walking backwards. Turning his head back toward you once he stood in front of you. His eyes were giant.

He shifted everything in his hands to one side & pointed at the stick, "what's that?" His voice hesitant & curious at the same time.

Wong chimed in first, "what's what?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes at Wong & shot him a look that said 'do not screw with me on this'. He then turned to look you straight in your eyes before asking more pointedly.

"Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Umm... yeah." You tried to answer nonchalantly. As if he was asking about a book or an apple instead of a pregnancy test. 

"Is it yours?" He wasn't even sure why he was asking that. 

"No, it's Wong's. Yes, of course it's mine. I've been feeling really off the last couple of weeks, & I took the test more as a 'well that's an easy thing to rule out' thing &..." 

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth & sorta shrugged your shoulders. Did you need to say it? Surely you didn't need to say. You aren't sure you were ready to say it out loud yet. You went exactly unhappy about it, but you weren't exactly happy either. 

You certainly hadn't planned on it. At least not now anyway. You were always careful to never miss a pill, hell you even took them at almost the exact same time everyday. You knew they weren't a 100% guarantee, but you did everything in your power to get it as close to 100% as you could. Had you taken any antibiotics or something else that could have interfered with your pills? No. You or Stephen would have known. 

"...&?" Stephen's eyebrows raised in expectation. Waiting for you to finish your sentence. At this point he knew what the test said, but he needed to hear it out loud. He needed you to say it. 

Wong took the opportunity to answer for you. Throwing his hands up, a fake overexaggerated smile on his face, & said with a half statement half question, "congratulations!!!"

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Stephen had been surprisingly calm when you told him you were pregnant. Well, when Wong told him you were pregnant. Luckily the shock more or less wore off by that evening.

You were even more surprised when you woke up in the middle of the night to Stephen's hand resting on your low belly, a far off look in his eyes. He had a few silent tears running down his cheeks. A small smile on his lips. Quickly wiping away the tears & turning his expression stoic once again when he noticed you watching him. Pulling his hand away from you as he did.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him in a warm loving tone. 

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" 

You brushed his hair back & away from his eyes before bringing your palm to settle on his cheek. He leaned in to your touch & pressed a kiss to your palm. 

"Yeah, I do baby. You may not be the most outwardly loving person, but when you love someone Stephen you love with your whole heart. Nothing would stop you if they were in danger. That matters a hell of a lot."

"You know that whatever you decide I will be okay with. It's your body, it's your decision. I will support you & love you no matter what, but... I can't stop thinking about what having a baby, a family, with you would be like. I'm scared shitless, but I really want to do this with you."

"Yeah? Something about this just feels right doesn't it? I don't know why it does all of a sudden. I love you so much Stephen, & I want to have a baby with you. This baby."

You finished your declaration by placing his hand back on your low belly. Over the tiny thing that would develop & grow into your baby. A small piece of each of you forever joined. 

"You are gonna be an amazing mom, & I am gonna try not to be a total disaster of a dad." 

You rested your forehead against his as he sniffled. Failing to hold back his emotion. The two of you giggling at the new path you just agreed to walk together. Neither one of you ever thought you would ever go down this path. Until now.

His lips soon found yours. You could feel him smiling as he pressed sweet & loving kisses all over your face. His arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist. Pulling you down to lay on top of him. 

"Oh man, we are gonna need to baby proof everything around here."

His statement had you laughing. Your head falling forward against his neck. Nuzzling in you hummed in acknowledgement. Then you start nipping & kissing at him. Paying special attention to the spot that you knew got him going. 

A soft little moan escaped his throat. His arms wrapping around you tightly before you felt his hips buck up once into yours. Feeling him starting to harden underneath you made you grind back down against him. Your reaction brings a proud smile to his face.

"Ooo, those pregnancy hormones getting you all frisky already? Well you just let me take care of that. I'm gonna take good care of you sweetheart. I promise... But, I think maybe you should start calling me daddy right now." 

Stephen quickly flipped you over & playfully pounced on you. You both stayed lost in each other for the next couple of hours. He told you he loved you more times than you could count, & made you cum almost as many times. By the time you finally untangled from each other you were completely exhausted. It had been a very stressful day, but you were happy to have spent the last of your energy on Stephen. The love of your life.

As you snuggled into the covers you kissed Stephen's shoulder one more time before letting your head hit the pillow. Smiling as you closed your eyes thinking back to the moment all this probably happened. 

"Guess you got what you wanted with that whole 'fuck a baby into you' thing, huh? Took me by surprise, but fuck that was the best sex we've ever had. Definitely."

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to face you. He didn't remember saying that. Or anything like that.

"The incredible sex we had that day you had off. When you got back home." Your voice slowly grew quieter as each word passed through your lips, succumbing to a heavy sleep. 

It took him a moment to process what you had said. He had come home that day to find you fast asleep in your shared bed. You were naked, & he just assumed you had fallen asleep waiting for him. Maybe you had been fantasizing about him that day. Playing with yourself while he wasn't there. 

That thought tugged at his mind. He hadn't been there for you. He had been so wrapped up in trying to find the reason for his recurring nightmare. He hadn't been as attentive to you as he should have been. He was falling back on his old bad habit of pulling away when he was scared. He didn't want to tell you that the dream was of him losing you. From now on he was going to be better. He was going to be there for you. For you & for your baby.

A small smug smile now gracing the face of the sinister looking man who stood watching all of this from his own universe. Making sure his plan went smoothly. Thinking about the day he set everything in motion to get the thing he wanted most. You. 

He would be replaying that day he spent with you in his head once again. Savoring all the little noises you made. The way your skin felt against his. The way your lips felt. You had said it was incredible. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. 

As much as he despised watching another man touch you, defile you, he was playing the part perfectly. Being too stupid or naive to not see what was happening right before his eyes. Soon he would see.

Soon you would be free of that variant, you would be where you belonged. With him. 

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The first ultrasound went perfectly. Your pregnancy was confirmed, as was your due date, & a conception window. 

You weren't surprised to find out it was indeed that same week Stephen had attempted to take a day off. It had been a particularly busy week for you 2 bedroom wise, the pinnacle of which was that spectacular afternoon romp. 

Although a fresh wave of shock hit you both when you learned you were actually having twins. Not one baby, but two.

Wong promptly voiced his hope it was one of each, a boy & a girl. He also hoped they took after you, & not their father. He then proceeded to spill the beans to most of the other Avengers. Wanda was giddy since she was a twin. Peter was already begging to babysit, swearing that Ned & M.J. would be there to help. Then the shock of all shocks, Tony actually hugged Stephen while Pepper was already busy planning your baby shower. 

It was quite a sight seeing the world's mightiest heroes, super soldiers & assassins alike, argue over who gets to hold the babies first, who isn't allowed to hold them at all, & who will be the favorite aunt or uncle. They were all overruled on that last one by America & Wong. 

It was still early in your pregnancy, still well in your first trimester, & you tried not to put the cart before the horse. You wouldn't be finding out gender for a while still. You still told Thor that you would take his name ideas into consideration, nonetheless. Surprisingly, he suggested his brother's name. It was all very sweet.

All things considered though, your surprise pregnancy was off to a great start. You saw a love in Stephen's eyes for you that you had never seen before, & for a moment your world felt perfect.

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It wasn't long after that day that the dreams began. 

For a while they all started the same. Playing out like a scene from Phantom of The Opera.

You would find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, but now the age of the building was painfully clear. The formerly pristine building now dilapidated & crumbling. Paint & wallpaper peeling away from the walls, like skin shedding. Once polished wood now dull & splintering. Chunks of the walls & the roof were missing or the concrete was shattered like a spiderweb.

The chill in the once warm building only being amplified by the fact that you were always wearing only a silk nightie, never the comfortable shirt or pajamas you had gone to bed in. It was short with thin straps & usually white or ivory, occasionally black, trimmed with delicate lace. You felt exposed even just standing in the large room alone.

Only you weren't alone. You were never alone. He was always there, waiting for you.

Stephen was always there. Somerimes he lurked in the shadows before stepping forward. Sometimes he stood waiting on the grand staircase. Sometimes his voice echoed through the room before he appeared right behind you.

It was Stephen, but it wasn't. His skin was pale & dull. His eyes that were normally a sparkling sky blue were now a cold icy slate. His hair was out of it's usual perfect placement. Both his hair & his goatee were a bit longer. All of the warmth had been stripped from his face.

The first handful of times you dreamt of him a chill would run down your spine whenever your eyes would first find his. Goosebumps prickling up over your exposed flesh & your nipples becoming hard, visible through the thin silk.

His eyes now roving freely over your body. Part of you wanted to cross your arms over your chest & shield yourself from his predatory gaze, but part of you liked the hungry way he looked at you. Your body usually started to respond to him before you could make up your mind. It was still Stephen, & your body still wanted him.

Despite his ominous appearance, he always greeted you lovingly. Usually with a "hello sweet kitten" or "I missed you my love", as he brushed a thumb over your cheek & brought his lips to meet your neck. Inhaling deeply & taking in your scent before exhaling with a throaty groan. You were unsure if he could smell your growing arousal for him or if that was perhaps precisely what spurned on his reaction.

What happened next was always different, & in the beginning it consisted of actions far more than words. One goal was always apparent though. He wanted to worship & pleasure you.

Sometimes he would drop to his knees in front of you before trailing his hands & his lips up your legs before pulling one over his shoulder. Licking his lips as he eyed  your bare cunt already wet & now displayed for him. His fingertips gripping into the soft flesh of your ass to steady you as he brought his mouth to you. Always looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction as he began his first long slow lick over your pussy. From the base of your entrance to up & over your clit. Making sure there was no spot left unlaved by his tongue.

After that he became a man starved. Sucking & licking at your dripping sex with a ferocity that put you on edge within a couple minutes. The more you moaned the more ravenous he was. After a while when your fingers gripped tight in his hair, his hips begin thrusting against nothing as he growled & snarled against your pussy lips letting his nose nudge at your clit. Filthy praises falling from his mouth before bringing you to your breaking point with only his mouth.

"Your pussy tastes so good my love. So sweet & perfect. Want you to cum on my face kitten. Cum all over me. Fuck I need it kitten. Need you."

Other times he would lay you down on the stairs. Kissing you passionately as his long skilled fingers worked in & out of you. The sinful wet sound that was made with each curl of his fingers inside you making you both more needy. Again he would whisper the lewdest things to you in the most adoring way. Pulling whimpers from you as he thrust harder & faster, his thumb dragging over your clit.

"So tight sweet girl. This pussy is just for me isn't it? Listen to that. She's so wet, & she's squeezing my fingers so tight. So perfect. Love you & love this tight little hole. Wanna stay buried in it forever."

It didn't stop there either. He had you bent over the banister face & fingers working you to climax over & over. Pulling you down to ride his face as he lay on the marble floor. Sitting in his lap on the stairs with your back to his chest, one hand fingerfucking your juicy pussy & the other down your nightie teasing at your nipple. He has made you cum countless times on every surface in the foyer & in every position he can think of.

He had also begun professing his love for you during your nocturnal romps. Saying that he would destroy a thousand universes & collapse every dimension if he had to to be with you forever. It only added to the intensity of the dreams.

You assumed pregnancy hormones are what's causing the vivid dreams. You knew when hormone levels change, your libido does too. You can only imagine it would be amplified when you were pregnant with twins. If this was the trade off for weird cravings & some morning sickness you were okay with it. 

The sex you were having with Stephen when you were awake was even better lately too, more intimate & passionate. He was more outwardly loving too. Standing behind you & wrapping you in his arms as he talked to Wong or Tony. His hands resting on your belly that was now slowly starting to grow. Holding your hand & kissing you more when you were out together. It was a win/win as far as you were concerned. You were suddenly drowning in affection from your man, the father of your babies, both awake & asleep.

Even though there were some days you woke up to him staring at you with a worried look. He always brushed it off as you were saying weird things & talking in your sleep. His expression grew even more clouded when you said you were dreaming about him. 

On those days he seemed unusually anxious. Like there was something waiting around every corner. You thought it was the realization of becoming a parent seeping in. The sudden contradiction of seeing you, thinking of you as both a lover & a mother. To be honest whenever you had a bad day recently that was the reason why.

After about 2 months of nightly rendezvous with your dream Stephen you start to wonder why your brain had decided to have only you on the receiving end so far. Not that you weren't enjoying it, what woman wouldn't, but you certainly enjoyed taking care of Stephen too. Getting him to whimper & moan your name. You also realized that you had never fucked your dream Stephen, & that you really wanted to. 

Whenever you had tried to touch him in your dreams, stroke him through his robes or started getting down to your knees to suck him off he always pushed your hand away or pulled you back up. Saying it was about your pleasure. You knew he wanted you, & that he was so hard each time it had to be painful. Occasionally getting carried away thrusting & grinding against your hip. The only thing stopping him from cumming was the fact that he inevitably got you there first.

You wanted to pleasure him. You wanted to fuck him. You needed to. 

The next week you didn't dream of Stephen at all, the first lengthy span without your nightly forays with him. You were missing him terribly. You found yourself snapping at Wong & Stephen, even at Peter & America. 

You began pulling away when Stephen went to hold you. Telling him his cologne had started making you nauseous. You even found yourself sobbing on the bathroom floor because you missed him. Despite the fact that he was right there. You didn't understand why this was happening. Why did you crave the man in your dreams like he was a drug, when you felt a growing aversion to the man on the bathroom floor with you? They were the same man. Weren't they?

You had thought your ultrasound appointment would make you feel better. Closer to Stephen again. Seeing the product of your love for each other still safely growing in your womb. Or at the very least maybe you could find out if these feelings & mood swings were normal. The crying was mentioned in the books, the desperate need to have your partner's darker dream self to rail you into next year was not.

Stephen felt you were struggling too. He just didn't know what was causing it. He feared it had something to do with whatever had been so interested in you it had bested both the current & former Sorcerers Supreme just to get to you. 

Your behaviour had changed recently. When you slept your astral form fought against your body, like it was being pulled from you. The few times he had witnessed it it scared him. Then the way you looked at him had changed. Seemingly overnight. It didn't feel like normal pregnancy problems.

He & Wong had begun scouring even the smallest shred of text trying to find something, anything to help them find a lead. Wong loved you like a sister, & having recently decided himself that he was the rightful godfather to your children, he wasn't going to let any harm come to either of you. They were close to asking Bruce & Tony for help, not sure exactly what they even could do to help.

Both of you sat in the exam room, nervous energy rolling off you both. Well, he sat. You were laying on a table covered in paper & had to pee like a racehorse. Stephen could sense your unease. You looked over to find his eyes trained on you. He stood up & pulled one of your hands to him, holding it to his chest. Moving to run his other hand through your hair & kiss the top of your head.

He kept his face in your hair & whispered "I know that you're having a hard time right now, & I know I can't magically make everything better because I checked." 

He smiled when he heard you snort a laugh at his comment before continuing, "but I will do everything in my power, & in Wong's power, to make this easier & more comfortable for you. I don't like seeing you upset sweetheart. Okay. I love you." 

You let him cradle your head to his chest.

"I love you too Stephen. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to everyone. I just haven't been sleeping well I think."

"Well you are having 2 of Stephen's kids. I expect that's a lot of sarcasm for 1 person to carry." 

A voice from the doorway pulled both of you to look that way. Christine's head popped around the door as she gave it a little knock at the same time. A large friendly smile on her face. 

As stupid as it sounded, now that she was happily married felt far less threatened by her. She really was very sweet. One of those people you can't help but like even if you don't want too. 

She had made a point of telling you how good you were for Stephen & that you had the patience of a saint to put up with him. You actually enjoyed spending time with her. You had even had a couple girl's lunches & dinners together.

She quickly stepped to the side moving into the room as the door opened farther & your doctor came in behind her. Your doctor gave a couple quick hellos to everyone in the room & went through a quick reminder of how everything worked.

While the doctor started prepping the ultrasound machine Christine walked over to you & Stephen. She gave you a tight little squeeze before addressing Stephen directly. She was mostly grilling him about how he was taking care of you. However you couldn't help but start to dissect the expressions on their faces, looking for any hidden emotions. 

He was smiling back at her. A genuine wide smile that made the crows feet at the outer corners of his eyes appear. His blue eyes trained on her as she spoke. 

His hands were still holding you but his fingers no longer moved back & forth to soothe you. 

A wave of green started pulling you down deeper & deeper into a pool of sudden jealousy with each second. You were starting to spiral, even as part of your brain tried to bring you back to reality.

Of course he had been infatuated with her. She had a warm sweet smile that reminded you of a Disney princess, she was smarter than you could ever dream to be, & just to top it off she was so beautiful she could be a model tomorrow. How could you even think you could ever compare? Maybe you were a placeholder, someone to keep him from getting lonely until he could maybe have another shot at her. Would he leave you if he had the chance to be with her? Would he leave your children? 

No. He wouldn't do that. Would he? Part of your mind yelled back no, trying to pull you from your destructive paranoid thoughts. You were well aware that you were reading far too much into it, & that Stephen's interactions now with Christine were simply as a friend. Yet part of you now questioned even the smallest gesture. Told you to push Stephen away before he could confirm your dark thoughts & tell you the thing you most feared.

Thankfully, your doctor interrupted both the conversation & your mental spiral. Christine told Stephen a quick goodbye & gave you another small hug, saying to call her if you needed anything & Stephen couldn't help. You thanked her, even though at the moment you would rather put your hand in a bear trap than let her into your house. With that she excused herself & headed back to do her rounds.

The doctor began applying the conductive gel to your stomach as you held your shirt out of the way. Stephen leaned down to kiss your forehead as you jumped at the cold sensation. The fetal heartbeats automatically became audible as the doctor placed the transducer over your uterus. 

"Alright, 2 heartbeats. One seems to be stronger but both are in regular rhythm. Nice clear sounds. Let's see if we can get a good angle to see both of them clearly."

She turned the monitor so you & Stephen both had a clear view. Not that you could quite tell what was what. It was easier than last time though. The blobs were starting to look more like people. 

The doctor began shifting the transducer back & forth on your skin. Tilting it one way, then the other. The longer she moved it around the more her face started to worry you. A neutral expression dropping in on itself. Her eyebrows furrowed a little & her lips pressed tighter together. Eventually Stephen cleared his throat as a way of questioning what was going on.

She finally decided on a position to hold the transducer in & turned her attention back to you. She made sure to put on a reassuring face & it made the bile start to rise in your throat. 

"So pregnancy with twins can be a little different than a regular pregnancy, more difficult, for the obvious reason that you are trying to split the resources between 2 babies instead of one. Something that can happen is that one fetus can begin to develop & grow faster than the other because they are taking more of the resources mom is providing. The other fetus staying smaller. That seems to be what we have happening here with your twins."

She directed your attention back to the ultrasound monitor & began pointing to different areas of the black & white image displayed. 

"This is baby number 1. You can see a bit more detailed development, even some little fingers right here, but what is very apparent is its size relative to baby number 2. This right here is baby number 2, as you can see this fetus is significantly smaller than its sibling with less development clearly visible. This is called selective fetal growth restriction."

You noticed Stephen's hand was gripping your's tighter than before. The question both of you had was clearly readable on your faces. Before either of you could make yourself ask it out loud, the doctor began to answer. 

"Now just because baby number 1 is hogging the nutrients right now doesn't mean that the other baby or mom is in imminent danger. Most times what happens is that the distribution evens out & baby number 2 catches up. Baby number 2 might still stay slightly smaller but develops normally & birth goes smoothly. There are of course some cases where that doesn't happen, & both mother & babies are at risk. So I want to keep a close eye on you as your pregnancy progresses. This does put you at higher risk for some complications as well as being potentially put on bed rest prior to birth, & potentially need for preterm delivery. I also recommend that if by your next ultrasound we are not seeing much progress catching up from baby number 2 we do some more testing including a fetal echocardiogram & DNA testing."  

At that point you stopped listening, you heard what she was saying but you couldn't process the meaning of the words. You remember her handing you the ultrasound pictures & scheduling your next appointment. It was going to be far sooner than you originally thought. You remember getting home. It all felt like it was in slow motion or you were suspended under water. Your mind was on the 2 little ones in your womb. They were all that mattered in the moment. The mood swings & breakdowns, the weird territorial thoughts with Christine, none of that mattered. 

When you got home Wong & America promptly stole the ultrasound photos from Stephen & began cooing over them. They would undoubtedly be plastered all over the fridge doors in the Sanctum, the Avenger's Compound, & the Kamar-Taj. 

You & Stephen spent the evening together in your room. You just wanted him to hold you. Even though you knew that he would now be up in the middle of the night doing the work he should have been doing then. 

This wasn't a serious complication with your pregnancy & Stephen did his absolute best to assure you that everything would be alright, but as hot & cold as your moods were swinging even the smallest things felt like earthquakes. You weren't sure.

Even though your brain was still racked with worry over your babies, at some point you willingly fell into a deep sleep. It had been an exhausting day. Partly because the two little monsters you were carrying took up most of your energy. Partly in the hopes that maybe tonight you would see him again. That maybe the man you had been missing so much, dream Stephen, would be there to comfort you.

As soon as your mind slipped through the veil between the world's of the waking & sleeping, into the subconscious mind, you found yourself in a familiar place. You were in the crumbling Sanctum once again, but this time instead of the grand foyer you found yourself standing in the bedroom you shared with Stephen.

This was the first time you had seen another part of the Sanctum in your dreams, & it's appearance matched the foyer. The drapes were merely tatters of fabric, the wooden bed frame rough & battered. Even the linens on the bed looked a bit threadbare. The light in the room somehow accenting & pulling even more focus to the large bed that sat in the middle of the room.

You reached over the footboard of the bed & ran your fingers along the heavy fabric of the duvet. Your fingertips feeling the small snags & tears of the old ornate covering. You usually never touched anything in your dream besides Stephen himself. Or if you did you were usually too far gone to pay much attention. It was all so incredibly detailed for a dream. It felt so real.

You pulled your hand back from the bed & hopefully, or maybe tentatively called out. "Stephen? Are you here?" 

You were only met with silence. You called his name again, hoping that he was here somewhere. Waiting. Willing him to be there. Needing to get your fix of him.

"I've missed you terribly this last week, kitten. Did you miss me?" He entered the doorway of the bedroom & slowly walked to stand behind you. He let his arms slowly thread around your waist, placing his hands to rest on your growing baby bump. Bringing his lips to your neck & starting to place small featherlite kisses.

"Missed you so much Stephen. You have no idea. It's been so hard. Why does it feel so different to be in your arms here, in my dream, that it does when we are awake?" 

You were still trying to workout the feelings you were now suddenly beset with. The aversion to Stephen during the day, the sadness that clouded your mind when you weren't here, the sudden suspicion & anger towards Christine, & the new fear for your babies. They began to drift away like clouds when you were here. Eventually all you could feel was him & the pleasure he gave you.

"Well my love, I guess you could say that we are pieces of each other. Forever linked in both dreams & when awake. By now you should know that his devotion, his desire for you cannot compare to what I can give you. To what I would give to our little ones. You saw the way he looked at Christine earlier, deep down he will always be hung up on her. He doesn't know that he has a goddess in his bed every night. I will never let you feel like anything less. I will never so much as cast my gaze onto another."

He had finally acknowledged your pregnancy. It had never been mentioned before. A few lingering touches on your belly had been the extent of it. A small moan left your lips as your head dropped back to lay on his shoulders. Letting Your hands rest over his on your bump.

At some point you stopped listening to exactly what he was saying. Letting the melody of his voice wrap around you. His touch was like a hit or heroin right to your bloodstream. 

If you had been listening your blood would have run cold at some of  the words he said. Making his true origin & intent known once he knew he had you snared in his web.

"You are so strong my love. I know today was frightening. Our child clearly overpowering that with his weak constitution. When I placed the charm to help my own seed take root it was never part of my plan for you to conceive with him as well. For him to have you as well. It's just one more thing that he has messed up. I will cherish that child too though. It's still a manifestation of my love. Of our love."

"Need you Stephen. Need to feel you. Need you inside. Please let me please you first though. I need to touch you."

"That is exactly why I was forced to stay away from you kitten. I needed you to need me. I needed you to crave me the way I crave you. Now, my good girl, take what you want.  I want to watch you as you please me. Show me you are mine. Show me your devotion."

You bit your lip & turned to face him. His nostrils flaring as you brought you hand to caress his half hard cock through his pants. Groaning lowly as you felt him grow stiffer under your touch. You swore he felt bigger than normal. 

Gripping onto his hips for support you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, staring up at him with big doe eyes silently asking for permission to undo his pants. Your hands caressing his thighs as you waited. He purposely held back for a moment, suspense bubbling beneath your skin until he nodded & began running his hands into your hair. 

You quickly set to work undoing the buttons as he started removing the rest of his robes. Soon leaving him bare in front of you. His hard leaking cock was flushed & standing proud before you. He was deliciously thick & long, A long raised vein was visible throbbing along the underside. 

Sticking your tongue out you placed a long slow lick along his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head & sucking lightly. Humming in delight at his taste on your tongue. You brought one hand up to grip the base of his cock as the other one moved to cup his balls, rolling & massaging them in your fingers. 

Licking up & down the sides of his shaft before sliding him down your throat. Slowly starting to bob up & down taking all of him inch by inch. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes as you felt his length hit the back of your throat. You held yourself there & worked to swallow around him. You managed to pull a ragged whimper from him. The erotic sound making you moan in response. The vibration it sent through his cock made his fingers move back to grip your hair tighter.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a perfect sweet angel, & yet you suck my cock like such a filthy little whore. You love it don't you? I can smell that pretty pussy getting all drippy just for me."

Sucking him down over & over, the slurping sound you made getting louder with each action. His hips starting to thrust him farther into your throat making you gag lightly every time he bottomed out. Making sure to lick up over his tip as you came up each time. Eventually pulling back to swirl your tongue around the ridge of his head. 

You knew he was getting close to losing control. Unsure if he would stop you or let himself cum down your throat, you pulled your mouth off of him completely. As you started stroking his cock that was now slick with your spit you dropped your head down to eagerly lick & suck at his balls. Your tongue sweeping back & forth repeatedly. Teasing the same spot right between them. Your entire body was now hungry with need for him. 

You needed him to fuck you. You needed to feel him. So you started whining little pleas against the velvety flesh of his member. Dragging your lips back & forth with wet kisses & small sucking pops before swallowing his length between your pleas.

"Wanna fuck you Stephen. You've never fucked me here before. Please. I need more of you. I need to feel you. Need you in my pussy."

After taking his cock down your throat one more time he began to pull you up from your knees. He crushed you tight to his chest. Noticing how different this felt now that your belly was starting to swell. He let one had rest on your low back holding you against him, the other slid up your arm to tilt your chin upwards. So your eyes met his. A dark desire burning behind his blue irises.

"If you want me, I need you to tell me that you want it. That you want me. Beg for me to own you completely. Tell me you are mine & you will only be mine." 

His voice had now sunk into a lower octave. His movements became like those of a jungle cat. His muscles constantly coiled & ready to pounce.

His lips began caressing yours soft & gently as he slid his palms up your thighs, pulling the silk fabric of your nightie up your soft curves before pulling back to lift it over your head. Discarding it somewhere on the debris laden floor. Your body now completely displayed for him. Taking a moment you let each other explore the planes of each other's bare flesh. Looking each other up & down.

Your voice soft & breathy following his command, "Please Stephen. I want you so bad. I want you to take me. All of me. It's all yours. Fuck me Stephen. Please fuck me." 

As he brought his lips to yours you let your fingernails start to dig into his biceps. His body gently guided you to the bed, magically pulling the covers back with a wave of his hand. His eyes never left you. Your kisses deepened & became more passionate as you both climbed into the bed.

Stephen grabbed at your breasts & began placing open mouthed kisses on your neck as he lowered you to lay on your back. His solid frame poised over yours, his lips shifting down to run across your nipple. Swiping his wet tongue over it as he passed. His fingers moving lower to slide against your labia. Soft, warm, & sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his hand coaxing the wetness from between your lips.

Once his fingers were coated, you watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. Using your arousal to stroke himself. The sight of your slick glistening on his cock making you groan needily & press a deep kiss into his lips.

He began guiding you onto your stomach, bringing his knees to rest in between yours. Once he was positioned kneeling behind you, Stephen pulled you up to lean against him. His chest pressing hard to your back with one arm wrapped around your chest & his other holding your waist. His hard cock now slotted between your wet pussy lips gliding through your soaked folds with each rock of his hips.

The friction of his cock felt both delicious & somehow forbidden. The lure of it making you all the more desperate. You started to scratch at his thighs trying to get him to angle his cock up & into your aching hole. A pained "please Stephen" falling from your lips in between moans.

He momentarily stopped all his movements pulling a desperate whine from you. To take you properly, to start the process of pulling you from your universe into his, he needed you to declare your desire to be his & his alone.

So with his lips pressed to your ear he whispered, "Tell me you're mine darling. Mine & only mine. Tell me you want to be with me for eternity. Just you & me, & our babies. All you have to do is say it, & then I can give you everything you dream of."

His words held the same allure of the apple that tempted Snow White. The shiny promise of a perfect life with Stephen & your children. The picture playing behind your eyelids felt all the more real as his warm hand that wrapped around your wrist moved to hold your growing belly. A happy life with Stephen had grown to be the thing you desired most.

So you said yes. You gave yourself over to him. You bit into the luscious red apple presented to you. 

"All yours Stephen. Always. Want to be in your arms, with you forever. You & me & our little family."

A deep dark growl erupted from his chest as he pulled back & plunged himself deep inside you. He fucked you deep & slow. Each thrust practically lifting you up off of your knees & up off the bed. Your bodies stayed pressed together, his grip around you only tightening as he got closer to his climax. The only movement he made was to lower one hand down to toy with your clit making sure your pleasure stayed in sync with his own.

Even as his speed increased his thrusts stayed as deep as they could. Wanting to keep as much of his cock in your warm wet heat for as long as he could. Your body shuddering & on the verge of tears as you felt a heat explode inside you. Your cunt fluttering & clamping down around him causing him to cum right behind you. His cum coating your inner walls & claiming you from the inside out. Just like he had done in your bed before.

He brought your limp body to lay down in front of him. You were barely hanging on to consciousness, & still blissfully unaware this was far from a dream. 

Now would come the hard part of telling you that. Telling you that he was every bit as real as the other Stephen was, & that you had just promised yourself to him. That he was in fact the reason you were pregnant, even if his variant got lucky & his sperm managed to hitch along for the ride. 

You had said the things you needed to say. That exclamation of love, the wish to be with him, that would allow him to finally finish pulling you from one universe to another. As soon as you gave birth he would bring you home along with your newborns. The rest of his empty universe would no longer matter. His world would once again be full.

He brushed back a piece of your hair & swept it away from the space behind your ear. On a little patch of skin, just below your hairline, in a spot not easily visible, he let his magic create a small glowing symbol. A rune that marked you as his. An invisible claim to create a deeper connection that bound you to him & warded away others. 

Smiling to himself he leaned down letting his lips touch the seemingly invisible mark. He couldn't help but think of all those nonsense fairytales kids are told growing up. He was a far cry from a prince even if you were his princess, but he couldn't avoid the symbolism that his magic was now sealed with true love's kiss.

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It was unbeknownst to you or Stephen that in your universe at the very same moment the two of you slipped over the edge together, Wanda was snapped awake in a cold sweat. Sitting up stick straight desperately clawing to hold on to the image she had just been shown. Her skin was prickling & her breath was quick. Like she had been pulled from a nightmare. Except she wasn't that lucky. She knew this was no mere nightmare.

Vision quickly sat up next to her, he didn't actually sleep but would put himself into a standby mode while Wanda slept so he could be next to her, taking a moment to asess her demeanor. He reached a hand out & placed it on her shoulder. He gently started rubbing his thumb back & forth trying to soothe her. 

He spoke in a soft voice, encouraging her to open up about what had her so unnerved. 

"Wanda, darling, what is it?" 

Placing her hand over his she turned over her shoulder to face him. Her eyes were wide & brimming with tears that had yet to begin falling. The normal flush of her cheeks had drained as she processed what she had just seen in her mind.

"Something is terribly wrong."

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[ironstrange1991]

Dating multiple Stephens would include...

Headcanon / Imagine (Fluffy / Smut)

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader, Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader, Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Warnings: +18 Slight mentions of sexual content including oral sex with both male and female receiving, anal sex, fingering, rough sex.

A/N: This is completely nonsensical, non-canonical for obvious reasons, incursions and blablabla. It's basically me obsessed with the idea so I needed to write it. Sinister isn't here because I can't imagine him in this scenario, it just doesn't make sense to me. Read the One Shot based in this headcanon ;)

- You fell in love first with Doctor Strange, then came the other two: Defender Strange and Supreme Strange, three versions of the same man sharing the same timeline and universe and no, it never crossed your mind to choose between them.

-You call them Stephen which obviously causes some confusion. When you call one of them the three show up asking what you need and when you're mad you scream their name and the three show up with those worried faces wanting to know what they did wrong. It's so cute that most of the time you even forget why you were mad and end up letting it go.

- You, on the other hand, are never confused. First, because each of them has a different tone of voice. Supreme's voice is smoother, it's almost like he sings as he speaks. Defender has the huskiest, roughest voice and may be all in your head, but you sometimes get a foreign accent when he says certain words, probably because he speaks so many different languages. Your Doctor Strange has a deeper voice and you can recognize these tiny details even when they whisper your name in the morning.

- Each one of them has a different pet name for you and you love each one of them. Supreme calls you Honey, Doctor Strange calls you Sweetheart, and Defender calls you Baby.

- You had to establish strict rules. As soon as you embarked on this unconventional relationship you soon realized that you had to set some rules before they kill each other or drive you crazy because they argue all the time.

- Even with the rules they still argue and that's a big part of your relationship, you spend a lot of time calming their tempers and making them understand each other by ensuring that you love all three equally and that you are enough for all three and that you will give enough attention to the three of them and God help you if one of them gets it into their head that you are privileging one over the others. -Cough cough Supreme Strange-

- Supreme is the most jealous and the most dramatic, he will always complain that you are not paying enough attention to him. He is also the first to pick fights with others out of jealousy.

Doctor Strange is also jealous, but he's nowhere near as clingy as Supreme. He is much sure of himself, he will tease you all day and make you crave his attention instead.

Defender is not jealous, he is the most mature of the three, the most serious and he hates fights and arguments. On the other hand he is extremely affectionate and he knows that you love his caresses, the kisses he gives on your forehead. He's too sure of himself to be jealous.

- To avoid fights you sleep one night with each of them unless you ask them to do something different, but that's another story. They usually prefer one at a time. They are obsessed with control and think that everything is more balanced that way. Nobody has more or less of you.

- You all sleep together of course, what's the point of dating three Stephens if you can't have all three fucking you at the same time? And you love those nights when you have three pairs of hands on you and three mouths to kiss and three cocks to play with and use all night. You do everything but sleep on these occasions.

- You also only sleep with two of them, depending on the day if one of them is more tired than the others and decides to go to bed earlier, but you'll have to make up for it the next morning. Again, everything must be perfectly balanced.

- Of course, each of them has their own way of fucking you and that's what makes everything so exciting.

Defender is extremely affectionate, he treats you like a goddess, he worships you, he showers you with praise and fucks you at a slower and more intense pace, very sensual. He's also the best at oral sex, you won't say it out loud unless you want to start a war between them, but you make sure to let him know by whispering in his ear that you love it when he eats you out and makes you moan loudly as you come in his mouth, sometimes more than once in a night. He also has a submissive side that you adore, but he will only reveal this when the two of you make love alone. He loves that you pull his hair, choke him and decide when and where he can cum.

- Supreme is extremely cocky and the most egocentric of them, he is a little bit of a narcissist and thinks he is the most beautiful and perfect Stephen Strange in the multiverse and he fucks you like he has to prove that he is better and superior at everything. He really is the best at anal sex, in fact your first time was with him and he treated you so lovingly and made you feel so comfortable that anal sex became a recurring thing between you two. You love it. Overall, he is affectionate but not as affectionate as Defender, he fucks you at a faster pace, he is rough at times, especially when he is angry and you use a lot of sex to calm him down, but he always asks if you are well and if you want him to go slower with you.

- Doctor Strange loves to talk dirty with you, he loves to stick his fingers in you and fuck you with them while he talks all kinds of obscenities in your ear, he's the only one who can make you come so fast and with so little effort. Mutual masturbation is your favorite kink, it's something you always do together and you love it. He loves to play, he loves roleplay, he is always open to new and different things and you have a level of intimacy with him that is even greater than you have with the others. He makes you feel like a whore and you love it. He brings you to your knees and makes you go deep throat on him as he calls you of his little slut or his cock drunk whore. You love that side of him, but that's also reserved for when you're alone. He is the most open to different things and taking risks. He loves toys, he loves to fuck you all over the Sanctum and he fucks you hard and very rough, but he also knows how to be affectionate, it depends on your mood and what you want to do.

- When it's gangbang night you're always surprised how perfect they are together in bed. Like a perfectly orchestrated symphony they know exactly how to play all your strings like a violin and you always cum multiple times through the night feeling like the luckiest woman in the world because these men know how to fuck you and you love to get cock drunk and let them fuck you however they want and for as long as they want until you get yourself spent and collapse into bed and sleep for the rest of the night.

-One specific rule is that having sex with all three also involves sleeping together. After all, you love the after-sex, the aftercare with the three Stephens taking care of you. Each of them worrying about a task. One of them preparing the tub for a hot bath, the other using magic to heal any sex bruises they might have left on you while the other changes the sheets you've ruined with all your fluids and makes the bed ready for you to sleep. And you need to sleep touching all three, you usually sleep between Doctor Strange's legs using his chest as a pillow, Defender to your right and close enough for you to stroke his hair and Supreme to your left holding your hand firmly in his.

- Dating multiple Stephens includes learning about the smallest and cutest differences between them. For example, Defender Strange snores softly, but it doesn't bother you at all. Supreme talks in his sleep, he often mumbles things he read during the day, most things are unintelligible, but you can't help but think it's cute. Doctor Strange has nightmares and usually wakes up in the middle of the night scared and pulls you into his arms because he needs the contact of your body on his to get back to sleep.

- Defender always wakes up very early and is a very light sleeper. Supreme is a super heavy sleeper and it's very difficult to wake him up, in fact it's a struggle to get him up before 9am. Doctor Strange is like you he has insomnia and it's hard to get him to sleep and the constant nightmares don't help. You often wake up in the middle of the night to find your bed empty and you end up finding him in the library reading. On those nights you usually lose sleep, you make the two of you tea and keep him company.

- You also have your favorite way of waking them up in the morning. On the rare occasions when you wake up before Defender you love to play with his hair and give light kisses on the forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks. Usually when you get to his lips he is already fully awake with a beautiful smile on his lips and pulling you closer to him which can lead to morning sex or not, depending on the day. He always wakes up in a good mood.

- Unless it's absolutely necessary you avoid waking Doctor Strange up because it's usually hard to get him to sleep in the first place, but when you need to wake him up, you like to tease him just like he teases you. Kissing his neck and running your hand innocently over his body until it reaches his morning erection and whispering obscenities in his ear. He doesn't like to wake up when he finally gets to sleep, but that way he's less irritated and you can even wipe a smile off his face. It will usually lead to morning sex, unless you're not in the mood, then you'll pleasure him with a hand job usually. He's not grumpy, but he's not super happy in the morning either. He needs time to get into the rhythm of the day.

- Supreme Strange hates waking up early and he sleeps very heavily so it's hard to wake him up. Unless he has a mission or something important to take care of he prefers not to get out of bed before 9am. If you can let him sleep you'll let him sleep because he can be very grumpy in the morning, but when you need to wake him up you blowjob him and he wakes really quickly. He won't be necessarily happy to get out of bed, but he'll definitely be a lot less grumpy.

- Defender is extremely affectionate not only in sex, but throughout the day. He's a kisser, he loves to kiss your forehead and reassure you that you're okay. He's not afraid to tell you he loves you and he does all the time.

- Supreme is touch starved, he needs to always have his hands on you, and he loves having you touching him, whether it's massaging you after a stressful day or surprising you with kisses on the neck. He says he loves you, but it is sporadically, he prefers to show it with small gestures or gifts.

- Doctor Strange is a mix of the other two with the addition that he is super horny. He likes to surprise you by hugging you from behind and rubbing his hips against you making you feel his bulge, he whispers in your ear the things he wants to do with you and then disappears through the Sanctum leaving you totally aroused. He's a teaser. He says he loves you, but usually in bed when you wake up together or go to sleep cuddled after sex.

- Living in the Sanctum with three Stephens also includes being surprised by magic practices fueled by unwanted visits from certain demonic creatures they have to fight which usually ends up with half the Sanctum destroyed and them rebuilding everything with magic afterwards. It's scary and stressful, but it's also magical and you wouldn't trade the adrenaline for anything in the world.

- Another of your rules is that except Defender, the other two Stephens must stay away from your kitchen. Doctor Strange because he has a bad habit of using your fridge to store the most disgusting and horrendous things you can imagine. You forced him to use the attic to store his horrible things and after a big fight he gave in and only went into the kitchen to eat. Supreme because he nearly set the kitchen on fire trying to use magic to cook spaghetti.

Defender on the other hand is a great cook and you always love it when you come home from work and find him cooking, the Sanctum full of that delicious smell of food. You love to hug him from behind and surprise him with a kiss on the shoulder and praise him for being so perfect. Which usually draws jealous looks from the other two.

- Living with three men makes you desperately need your personal space to do your thing and to get away from them sometimes when they annoy you. You have your bedroom where they only enter after knocking on the door and asking permission. No opening portals inside your room. They also don't go through your things or interfere when you're working. That's a rule none of them will break unless they want to pick a fight with you. It's not like you can stay away from them for long though, after a few hours working and doing your thing you'll go looking for them for cuddling.

- Oh yes you need to cuddle. You love cuddling. Movie nights are your favorite nights. Usually Fridays when you come home from work tired. You take a hot shower, sometimes Defender cooks for you, other times you order food and end up lying on your king size sofa. Your head in Supreme's lap, he stroking your hair. Legs thrown in Doctor Strange's lap, he massages your feet or simply leaves his hand on your waist for you to intertwine your fingers with his and Defender lies in front of you, his head resting on your chest. you like to let his hair down and caress him and it's not uncommon that you end up falling asleep there and wake up with one of them picking you up to take you to bed.

- They love to please you, so it's not uncommon for you to come home from work and they're waiting with a hot bath prepared for you in the bathtub, which will lead to a massage session with three pairs of hands caressing your bare body and possibly they will take turns to give you a more intimate massage and make you cum without asking for anything in return. These moments are just for your pleasure and you love it.

- They shower you with gifts. You come home from work and when you go to your room you find small packages on your desk and just take a look at the note to know who the present is before you even open it obviously because it has your pet name on it and because their handwriting is slightly different.

- Supreme has a scrawled handwriting, literally a doctor's handwriting, sometimes you struggle to understand what is written, but you think his handwriting is beautiful just the same.

Defender has a professor's handwriting, his lettering is just fluid and round and slightly pulled to the right

Doctor Strange writes with print letters most of the time, but his handwriting is very beautiful too, just more sloppy yet completely readable.

They all use magic to be able to write.

- The contents of these packages vary, Supreme loves to give you jewelry, Doctor Strange loves to give you lingerie and other toys to use together and Defender knows you love to read so he always picks the best books for you, and he also writes poetry for you.

- You love date night. You love going to the movies or to a good restaurant. You have rules about that too. You set a weekend for each of them and it usually works out pretty well.

- Supreme loves to take you to expensive restaurants, for him everything must be the best always, he's a bit of a snob and you scold him sometimes, but you know deep down you like that side of him.

- Doctor Strange likes night clubs and karaoke’s. He never dances or sings, but he loves to sit in the secluded corner and watch the movement, drink and tease you all night, sometimes he will reach under the table to touch you and make you desperate for him. He is such a whore and you love it. He loves to see you singing, he loves to see you embarrassing yourself singing the most random songs in the world. He knows you like it and it always puts beautiful smiles on his face.

- Defender loves to take you to the movies, but preferably to the theater, he likes opera and you learned to like it because of him. He also loves Shakespeare and will take you to see every possible play on show in town or anywhere else in the world.

- They fight a lot among themselves, but they can't stand it when you fight with one of them. If it happens and you get upset with one of them the others will always find a way to talk to you and ask you to calm down and think it over and convince you to forgive whatever the other Stephen did or didn't do.

- You fight more with Supreme because he's too cocky sometimes and he annoys you, he's overly jealous and sometimes he hurts you by pointing out that you're paying more attention to others when clearly you're not.

- Doctor Strange irritates you because he wants to control everything and he sometimes doesn't take your opinion into consideration. He always wants to be the guy who chooses which movie to watch, he will always have the last word and sometimes he doesn't listen to you and it hurts you.

- You rarely fight with Defender and usually your fights with him are driven by your excessive concern for him. He works too much, he's the Stephen who always ends up hurting the most during missions and he also neglects you to the detriment of work sometimes and it irritates you. But in general you hardly ever really fight with him and he is always the first to apologize and also to ask you to make up with the other Stephens.

- Sometimes you wake up in the morning and forget which Stephen you slept with. It's funny, but they're the same person so it's justifiable too. You don't mistake Defender because his ponytail is unmistakable, but Supreme and Doctor Strange you do sometimes. Especially if they are lying on their stomachs with their face turned away and all you can see is their back and their salt and pepper hair. You find out eventually waking them up with kisses on the neck and making them turn to you. You will never tell them this.

- You love it when you take a nap on the couch and are woken up by one of them. You can usually figure out which one is waking you up before you even open your eyes. Defender wakes you up by kissing your forehead. Supreme wakes you up kissing your cheek and lips and his smooth face hands you over and Doctor Strange wakes you up caressing your face and ruffling your hair. You love all those differences, all the little details that make them who they are and you wouldn't trade your relationship for the world.

Leave a comment if you liked it. Interact! I will love to read all of your comments and opinions. It inspires me to keep writing ;)

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[lykaonimagines]

My One Constant - Supreme!Strange x Reader

I just needed to write some fluff for the man, I killed him last time I wrote him, he deserves this 😶

Paring: Supreme!Strange x F!Reader (childhood best friend)

Word Count: 6,569 (me telling myself I’ll just write a short fluff fic for him 🙃)

Description: Stephen’s known Y/N almost his entire life. The one person from his past he still has. He’s fought off his feelings for her for decades in fear of losing the friendship, but with her now working alongside him for the Illuminati, his feelings are getting harder and harder to hide.

A few slightly altered lyrics from “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” by John Lennon.

Other Things: Best friends to lovers. Childhood friends. Fluff. Two exceedingly smart idiots in love. They’re just silly and fun. 

Warnings: Some swearing. Small bit of typical canon violence.

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(Gif taken from Google, but credit on it. I didn’t want to use the one scene from MoM, so any clean shaven Stephen is going to be fair game for Supreme for me :P)

“Is it really wise to bring in an unknown scientist to help with something so delicate?” Reed Richards asks the rest of the Illuminati panel. “I’d feel far better if you gave us some information so I can run a proper check on this woman, Strange. At least her name and her qualifications.”

“I agree,” Peggy Carter comments, shifting her shield to sit against her seat. “A complete unknown seems like an unnecessary risk.”  

“Just the fate of the Multiverse,” Maria Rambeau adds in.

“I’ve asked that you all just trust me on this,” Doctor Strange responds, checking the phone in his lap for nearly the hundredth time in the last five minutes. His foot taps impatiently on the tile.

“What has you so worked up?” Mordo asks from beside his seat.

“Nothing,” his foot taps faster and his eyes dart to his phone as the screen lights up.

A quick smile crosses his lips as he reads the message, pulling himself from his seat and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going? Isn’t that woman supposed to be here soon?” Richards calls out to him.

Pausing momentarily to look back over his shoulder, “She’s arrived, I’m going to collect her.”

“This woman needs to be greeted at the door by the Sorcerer Supreme?” Mordo asks incredulously.

“Yes, she does,” he shouts over his shoulder, letting the door slam behind him as he speed walks toward the entrance. A portal would have been far quicker and more practical, but he wanted to do this right. Plus the extra time to walk the distance to the entrance was needed to calm his racing heart.

Turning the last corner, his eyes immediately zero in on her. Standing between two bots just inside the doorway. He feels his pace quickening, and her eyes meet his, a smile spreading across her face.

Practically breaking into a sprint, he crosses the last of the distance, putting his arms out as she jumps into them eagerly, “Stephen!”

Hugging her tightly to his chest, he spins her around a couple times, her laugh reminding him why it is, and has always been, his favorite sound.

Setting her back to her feet, he suddenly becomes hyperaware of the eyes on them. Glancing over he sees several scientists from the nearby lab staring at them, “If you have time to stand around gawking, then I expect result reports tonight!” He snaps in annoyance and embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening.

They quickly scatter to their various work stations as Y/N chuckles at his embarrassment. Quickly opening a portal to his office, he slips his hand in hers and tugs her through it, closing it behind them.

“That’s still always impressive,” she muses, looking at the place the portal once was.

“Suppose it is,” he says softly, reaching his free hand up to brush his fingers across her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she smiles back at him, laying her hand over his on her cheek. “Hopefully I’ll be able to be of use.”

“You’re brilliant, you will be. And if I’m being honest, just you being here is already useful to me,” he grins and leans back against his desk. “Been far too long.”

“You just stress yourself out too much Stephen. You’re going to be regretting those words when I’m making you actually go to bed and eat like a functioning human being.”

“And you’ll have to forgive me probably fighting that on a regular basis.”

“You’ve always been a stubborn brat Stephen, I’m used to it.”

“You would know,” he chuckles, reaching back to open a drawer on his desk and pulling out a photo frame that he promptly hands over to her.

She smiles down at the photo, running her fingers wistfully over the three children pictured in it. The two of them not older than ten years, and a younger girl with the same blue eyes as her brother. “I still miss her.”

“Me too,” he admits, clearing his throat abruptly. “You’re all I have left Y/N. From back then.”

“And you keep me shoved in a drawer,” she teases, setting the frame down to wrap her arms around him.

“I don’t like people asking questions…” he admits slowly, wrapping his own arms around her frame. “People try to dig. I don’t like it.”

“You can tell people your past you know, you don’t have to hide everything,” her chin rests against the ornate embellishments on his robe.

“I don’t want pity,” he mutters softly.

“Do you think I pity you?”

“Of course not,” his brows furrow as he looks at her. “You… you’ve always been there. You knew me back then. You knew all of them. You loved them too. You’ve known everything all along. There’s no need to open up and tell you, you just know.”

“I think you do a pretty good job of opening up and telling me things, I’ve not been here this entire time to see everything in person, but I still know about it,” one of her hands drops to grab his and she runs her thumb over one of the scars there.

“You’re just… different,” he insists, the familiar stubborn expression settling on his face.

“I just worry,” she says with a shrug. “About you not letting people in enough. I want you to be happy.”

“I do have other friends,” he assures her, squeezing her hand. “And I’ve got you for the rest, I only need you.”

“You only need me hm?” She asks playfully, a smirk on her lips.

His heart rate immediately spikes, praying she can’t tell as he sticks his jaw out obstinately, “Well like I said you’re the one that’s been there. You’ve known me since we were children, always around at my house and following me around. Then you even followed me to New York for university, lived in the same apartment as me, and have continued to put up with all of my shit I tell you about for the last however many years. It would just be… inconvenient at this point to find someone else.”

“Oh so now I’m the convenient friend?” She teases, letting go of his hand and dropping her arm from his waist. “If that’s the cause…”

Quickly tightening his hold on her, he pulls Y/N back to his chest and growls in annoyance, “You know you’re important to me dammit.”

“I know, I know,” she grins and reaches up stroke his cheek. “And you’re important to me. I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“Prospect of a high paying job for an important powerful organization isn’t enough incentive?”

“As nice as all that is, I uprooted my life to move here for you, not because I want to be involved with the rich and powerful.”

“Hm, you could have just asked to see me more, not come all the way here?” He asks with his own grin.

“Hey you’re the one that said you need me Stephen Strange, too late to take that back.”

“Mhm,” he buries his face against her hair. “Truthfully, I’m so happy you’re here. Having you nearby cuts my stress by an indescribable amount. I also think you’re exactly who we need for this position. I’m glad you took me up on the offer.”

“Me too,” she says softly, clutching at his robes. “Im looking forward to the work, and seeing you everyday.”

Sighing heavily, he pulls back from her, “I suppose we should get to the assembly room. They’re all waiting for us.”

“So how bad is this job interview going to be?”

“They know nothing about you, I’ve told them to trust me. So they’re probably going to be annoying. But you have this job. I will override them on it if need be, but they won’t,” he responds before opening a portal outside of the assembly room door.

Pulling the door open for her, he ushers her inside before floating to his own seat on the panel.

“Welcome…?” Richards asks as he looks from Y/N to Strange.

“Doctor Y/L/N,” he responds, flicking his wrist and making her resume appear in all their hands. “Throughly qualified as you’ll see.”

“Good to meet you Doctor Y/L/N,” Carter says with a trace of a smile. “You’ve been a hot topic here, one Doctor Strange refused to share any information about. So forgive any prying that’s about to happen.”

“He does that,” she scoffs and nods her head. “Nice to meet you as well Captain Carter.”

“It says here you went to Columbia University… at the same time as Strange. Is that where you two met?” Richards asks as he scans over the paper in his hand. “Doctorate in Physics? Tell me how it’s relevant to this.”

“Richards,” Strange says harshly, fixing his friend with a stern look.

Y/N chuckles lightly and gives the panel a smile, “Longer than that. Yes bachelors, masters, and doctorate in physics. Specific interest in atomic-molecular, high energy nuclear, and overall astrophysics. All things I know you’re well versed in and know the practical application of multiversal and portal travel in general.”

“What’s your experience with any of that?”

“Aiding Stephen, researching debris from said portals and openings and remains of beasts. I worked with Asgardians for a few years researching their magic and the science behind their technology and their bi-frost form of travel. My focus was never engineering but I have taken several courses in my schooling years and worked with Stark Industries for a period of time. The cross-section of physics, engineering, and magic are my primary interest.”

Richards grunts and runs his eyes over the paper again, “So how do you know Strange then? And why has he been hiding someone with apparent perfect qualifications from us?”

Y/N’s eyes drift to Stephen’s raising a brow at him. He makes a face back at her, she smirks and quirks her eyebrow.

“What are you two doing?” Rambeau asks, watching the exchange between them. “Are you telepathic?”

“No,” Charles Xavier answers before she can, a smile on his face. “They’re both just making faces at one another and thinking very loudly.”

Y/N laughs and grins sheepishly, “I was trying to determine if he wants me sharing that kind of information, seeing as he didn’t offer it freely himself.”

“Well what would you say you are to our Sorcerer Supreme then?” Mordo asks.

“His best friend,” she says simply with a shrug as if it’s obvious.

“You stand before a panel of his friends, who he’s never bothered to introduce you to prior to today, and claim to be his best friend?” Mordo questions, glancing down at Stephen. “Do you have something to say about this, my brother?”

Stephen’s mouth presses together tightly before sighing and slumping into his chair, “We’re here now, might as well. She’s telling the truth. We’ve known each other since we were young children. We did also go to college together yes. And I have stayed in contact with her since then. As for why I never introduced her, she had her own things going on. She always would have been a big asset to the Illuminati, but I wasn’t going to take over her life.”

“Doctor Strange, considerate?” Rambeau asks with a smirk.

“It happens on the odd occasion,” Y/N responds with a wink. “He’s also just embarrassed to bring me into this aspect of his life.”

“He’s worried we’re going to tease him for caring about someone,” Xavier adds, earning a glare from Strange sitting beside him.

“So are there any other specific questions you all have?” Y/N asks.

“Do you have any embarrassing childhood stories I can hold over his head?” Richards asks as he sets down the paper in his hands. “You seem good to go, I just want leverage now.”

Laughing and nodding along she smile, “More than you could ever imagine, but I’m loyal to Stephen. I won’t embarrass him like that.”

“So we’re all done now then yes?” Stephen asks as he hurriedly stands, the faintest blush on his cheeks. “Enough interrogation for one day?”

“I’m satisfied, anyone in disagreement on Doctor Y/L/N taking over as lead researcher of lab A?” Richards asks, nodding when no one says anything. “Welcome to the Illuminati Miss.”

-

“You sure it’s alright that I stay here?” Y/N asks as Stephen helps her pass the rest of her belongs through a portal into a room at the Sanctum.

“I’m Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Sanctum. I say it’s ok, so it’s ok,” he assures her, closing the portal behind them and watching as she flops onto the bed.

“Been a long time since we lived together, been kind of looking forward to it,” she says as she turns on her side to look at him.

“A bit fancier than our last place,” he laughs and sits on the edge of the bed, his cloak flying off and out the door.

“That it is, though broke uni students apartment versus mansion of mystical masters is quite the change,” she says as she grabs his arm. “Show me around? Mainly so I don’t wander into an ancient relic that sends me back in time when I get up to get a drink in the middle of the night.”

“Needy needy,” he teases, standing up from the bed and walking to the door. “Let’s get a move on then.”

“Look at me, turning the Sorcerer Supreme into a tour guide,” she jokes, slipping out the door behind him. “I can’t imagine how much your time costs if you were to monetize it. The amount of crap you have to do. To think I wasted your important time with tire swings and picnics.”

“Expensive to others, free to you,” he remarks, offering her his arm. “Come on. With you I’m just Stephen you know that. No Doctor, no Sorcerer Supreme. Let me feel normal for a few minutes.”

Slipping her arm through his she looks at the nearest relic on the wall, “It’s just crazy to think about sometimes ya know? You’re always still going to be the boy I grew up climbing trees with and counting change in college trying to afford a shit pizza. Now I mean… holy shit.”

“I’m still him.”

“I know you are, and I’m insanely proud of you, hell I was crazy proud of you being the best neurosurgeon. You worked really hard to get there. And then you didn’t let your accident stop you. You pushed on and made a new life,” she gestures at the relic by them. “Now you live in a magic house with things like that. Speaking of which… what is that and why does it look like it came from a medieval torture chamber?”

“Crimson Bands of Cyttorak,” he answers, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks as he pulls her closer. “I would suggest not touching it, it’ll wrap around you and imprison you.”

“So it is basically medieval torture equipment,” she hums and pulls on his arm to go further down the hall when Mordo comes out of a door in front of them. “Oh, hello Mordo!”

“I don’t believe I properly introduced myself,” he jokes, offering her his hand.

“Stephen’s talked about you plenty, oh and thanks still for getting him into Kamar-Taj in the first place,” she shakes his hand happily. “I’m glad he’s had you in his life.”

Mordo’s eyes glance at Strange for a moment with a smirk before looking back at Y/N, “I wish I could say he’s told me as much about you, however he’s been suspiciously quiet. Though it explains why he’s so possessive over his phone and taking calls for hours.”

“I have come to notice he’s kept me as some dirty little secret,” she laughs glancing over at Stephen. “Making me feel like I’ve been doing something indecent.”

“Of course not, I just… don’t prefer to share all aspects of my personal life,” he states firmly.

“So now that she’s here, you’re comfortable to share her with the rest of us?” Mordo teases, a smirk spreading on his face as Strange frowns. “You seem a lovely lady Ms Y/N, I and the others look forward to getting to know you.”

“Likewise,” she grins and places a hand on his arm. “I’m happy to finally get to meet all these people he talks about.”

“Are we continuing this tour or are you just going to stand around exchanging pleasantries with Mordo all evening?” Stephen all but pouts at their interaction.

“Always so impatient,” she tsks and nods a goodbye to the sorcerer beside her. “Maybe we could sit down and talk later?”

“Absolutely, I’m sure we can figure out a good time.”

“Great, great,” Stephen mutters, tugging on Y/N’s arm to lead her down the hallway.

After circling through the many halls of the Sanctum and going over which relics should absolutely not be touched, the pair comes to a stop in a family room of sorts.

Y/N glances around the room for a moment before pulling Stephen toward the large couch in the room.

Raising an eyebrow he glances down at her, “What exactly are you doing?”

“When did you last sleep?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Stephen, when did you last sleep?”

“Time is relative.”

Releasing his arm, she turns him around and shoves him down onto the couch with a grunt, pressing on his chest so he finally lays back on it.

“Well that means it’s been awhile since you won’t give me a straight answer. And I’m tired.”

“And?” he questions as she climbs on top of him and grips onto his robes.  

“We’re napping,” she states firmly, burying her face against his neck. “I’ve missed doing this.”

“Ok,” he manages to choke out, trying to settle himself as he wraps his own arms around her to pull her close. One hand makes a quick gesture to change them both into more comfortable clothes.

“Good call,” she mumbles against him.

As he starts to nod off, he feels her fingertips brushing lightly over his face as she sings softly against his ear, “Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone. He’s on the run, and I’m here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.”

His arms tighten slightly around her at her voice, and a smile tugs at his lips before he finally lets sleep overtake him.

-

“Sleep well?” Mordo asks as Stephen enters the kitchen clicking his neck with a groan the following morning.

“No,” he mutters walking to the coffee maker.

“Unfortunate. You two looked awfully cozy when I walked through earlier,” Mordo comments, sipping his own coffee.

Stephen gives him a harsh glare, “Not a word. That couch isn’t comfortable for sleep. Especially for an entire night. Hadn’t intended to sleep that long.”

“Or you’re just getting old.”

“Fuck off.”

“Well good morning to you too Stephen,” Y/N says as she enters with a yawn.

“Not you, him,” he grunts, immediately handing her the mug he just poured. “Your neck ok? That couch is probably hundreds of years old.”

“Mhm,” she responds taking a sip and bumping her hip against his. “I crawled on top of you to avoid the couch. So I’m good.”

“You mean put more weight on me so I sunk further into the damn thing,” he teases and makes his own cup.

“Exactly, you know you love me,” she stretches up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going up to shower and get changed, when are you taking off?”

“I’ll wait for you and portal us over,” he sighs and rolls his eyes. “One day you’re going to have to take a taxi or something though. This won’t be an everyday thing.”

“Or you could teach me magical Sorcerer abilities.”

“Not a chance, now get,” he shoos her off before looking back down at his coffee, trying to ignore the eyes on him.

“Friendship,” Mordo scoffs and takes care of his dishes. “I definitely believe you just love her in a platonic friendship fashion.”

“Once again, kindly fuck off.”

“You could just tell her how you feel, you two are clearly very close.”

“And ruin what we already have? One of the most important things in my life, the only stable thing I’ve ever had across my entire life?” he shakes his head vigorously. “I can be content with the way things are.”

“And then what happens once she decides to take a job elsewhere, or finds a partner here? You’ll be fine rarely seeing her once again, or seeing her with someone else?”

“We… have lived apart before plenty. And she’s dated. We both have had partners.”

“Strange, would you actually be happy with either of those things?”

Staring down at his cup silently, he finally sighs, “No.”

“Then say something. Or ask her on a date. If she really doesn’t want more with you, I doubt she will throw away everything you two already have. It’s obvious to anyone that spends more than a moment with the two of you that she cares about you. I doubt she’s put up with you for decades just to throw it all away in a moment because you asked her on a date.”

“Maybe… I’ll think about it, she just got here,” he responds and makes a quick gesture with his hands to change into his robes. “But for now, there’s work to be done.”

-

“Odd,” Y/N comments, eyes drifting to the clock beside her paperwork.

“What is?” Dr. Robinson, another scientist in the lab asks, leaning over her shoulder to look at the paperwork.

“Oh, no not this,” she says apologetically. “Just, the time. Stephen usually checks in by now if he’s not going to be back.”

She laughs and steps back over to her own work, “You’ve been here nearly half a year, and I’m still not used to hearing him referred to as ‘Stephen.’ Doctor Strange, Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, Leader of the Illuminati, and several unfavorable terms definitely. But Stephen, not so much.”

“It’s still odd to me hearing people address him so formally and seriously, or trip over their feet to bow for him,” she chuckles as she sorts through the papers.

“Well he is a fairly serious man.”

Y/N snorts at the statement and rolls her eyes, “He’s good at focusing in and getting work done. And he wants to be respected, which he thoroughly deserves. But he’s far from serious. He’s rather silly and fun when he’s not in work mode.”

“Yeah, for you. I’ve seen more of him in the last six months than I’ve seen of him the entire three years I’ve been here.”

“He didn’t used to come down to the labs?”

“Rarely while we were here, only if he had questions about the reports or wanted more information. He spent more time here at night after we all left.”

“Hm,” she twists the pen in her fingers. “He’s not been doing that now as far as I know. We have dinner together and hang out, he reads whatever reports he has or spell books, then we both head off to bed.”

“Now he visits here during the day to do whatever he needs to do because he wants to see you,” Robinson responds, giving her a knowing look. “You had to have noticed.”

“Well yeah he comes by to say hi, but he’s working.”

“He does his work, but he keeps circling around wherever you are in the lab. Finding excuses to walk past you, looking up at you while he’s working on something…”

“And…? We are best friends, he’s probably still getting used to me being here.”

“The man went from avoiding having to interact in the labs at all, to being down here whenever he can and looking at you like a lovesick puppy, Y/N,” she thumps a finger against Y/N’s forehead. “You’re a brilliant scientist but take a look of what’s right in front of your face boss.”

“I really doubt that he-” she begins to say before stumbling back as the air sparkles and a portal opens beside her, a blur of blue fabric stumbling through the opening before it quickly closes.

“What the- Stephen?” she asks, stooping down to pull the cloak away from his face. His eyes stare back at her unblinking, blood dripping from several gashes across his face. “Holy shit, Stephen! Robinson get the medical team, now!”

Pulling the cloak from his shoulders, she works to flip him onto his back, finding more gashes on his chest, the fabric shredded in several places. Cursing under her breath she reaches for the scissors in her desk drawer and cuts the remaining fabric away. Pulling her lab coat off she wads it up and presses it firmly against the gashes on his chest.

“Stephen are you here with me?” she asks, bringing one hand down to press to the pulse on his neck, exhaling when she picks it up.

“Barely,” he coughs out after a moment as he stares up at her.

“Just stay with me alright? The medical team will be here in just a minute,” she responds with one hand applying pressure and the other twining in his hair to keep his attention. “What did this? Any poison or magic?”

“Magic,” his eyes flicker open and closed a few times.

“Keep ‘em open Stephen,” she scolds softly. “Keep looking at me, just focus on me.”

“Always… focused on you,” he mumbles, his head lulling back and his eyes drooping.

Gnawing at the inside of her cheek, she cheeks his pulse once again.

Shit. Too slow.

Removing her hand from the jacket to grasp his head, she presses her lips to his. His eyes widen immediately at the contact, and his pulse quickens under her fingers, “Just like that, stay with me Stephen,” she whispers against his lips, his eyes dart to her face.

Finally the lab doors fly open to the medical team who quickly usher her out of the way and get him loaded on their gurney and out the door as she follows behind them.

-

The ringing in his head pulls Stephen from his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to the too bright room in the Illuminati Headquarters’ medical ward.

He looks around the room, his eyes settling on Y/N currently fast asleep in a chair next to his bed, her hand reached out holding his own.

Running his thumb over her knuckles makes her stir, eyes blinking open and a smile on her face as she sees him looking at her, “Finally you wake up!”

“Did I keep you waiting long?” he chuckles, wincing as he shifts in the bed. “What happened?”

“About nine hours,” she answers and reaches over to brush his hair from his face. “You don’t remember? You opened a portal right in front of me, stumbled through, closed it, and collapsed. You were covered in gashes from… something.”

Frowning as the battle with the beast comes back to him he sucks in a breath, “Apologies for that, I wasn’t thinking, portaling there in that state. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Scare me? It was a fucking surprise for sure, and I was scared you were going to die. But hell yeah portal to me again if you need help,” she says firmly.

“So what’s the diagnosis?”

“You got a lot of stitches for one. Punctured organs. Variety of other things. They brought in two healers from Kamar-Taj that fixed most of the internal stuff. Medical team stitched you up, but they helped your healing along. I don’t even know exactly what was wrong, they were all running around frantically. You were a bit of a mess Doctor Strange.”

Nodding along, he leans back and shuts his eyes briefly before another memory hits him. His eyes fly open and he slightly turns toward Y/N, staring at her intently, “You kissed me. After I came through the portal.”

“You remember that part huh?” She asks, obviously flustered, her eyes avoiding his own.

“I do. Why?”

She clears her throat and shifts in her seat, “Well. You were fading on me, and I wanted you to stay awake and alert.”

“And a kiss was the medically sound way to do that?” he teases with a smirk. “I know you didn’t go to med school, but I think you know better than that.”

“Well I was just going off what had been mentioned to me… and thought maybe it would work to get your attention back on me.”

“What had been mentioned to you? Someone told you that’s a good way? At this lab?” he frowns in thought. “Either I need to go back through our staff and test some people or someone was teasing you.”

“No not like they told me to do that, just something about you and I thought it might work and I mean it did so…” she rambles and her hand twitches in his.

“What are people saying about me?” His brow furrows.

Taking a deep breath she finally meets his eyes, “There just might have been a few people that have mentioned since I’ve been here… that maybe, perhaps. That you may have feelings other than friendship for me.”

Stephen’s eyes immediately widen, the words hitting him like a splash of cold water. His mouth opens and closes several times as he tries to form a reply.

“I mean… I don’t know if it’s true. But I thought if it was maybe you’d… react to the kiss enough to get your attention back on me?”

“M-makes sense,” he stutters, his voice coming out hoarse as his mind races and body tenses.

“Maybe now isn’t the right time… but we’re here and it’s been brought up. If it’s a no we can forget we talked about this and leave it in this room. Is there any truth to that?”

“And if it’s a yes?” he asks quietly, his eyes darting away from hers and tongue quickly wetting his lips.

Y/N stands from her seat at his words, immediately making him regret it. He knew this would happen. This is why he’d always held it back. Now he’s gone and…

She closes the distance between her and the hospital bed, hands reaching down to gently cradle his head in her hands, “If it’s a yes, Stephen Strange, then I’ll let you know the feelings are mutual.”

His breath catches in his throat, turning his cheek into her palm as he stares up at her longingly, “T-they are?”

Leaning in close to him she stops just centimeters from his lips, “They are.” Her lips press to his gently, and he quickly moves his against them. Her tongue swipes across his lips making them immediately part, a strangled groan coming from his throat.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Y/N leans back as Stephen follows her up, sighing at the loss of contact. His eyes stare back at hers hazily, his hand gripping hers tighter.

Chuckling at his reaction, she leans back in and presses her forehead to his, “Let’s not overdo it right now, your face is barely holding together as is.”

“It’ll last,” he whispers breathlessly. “You’ve no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I think I might have some clue,” her thumbs brush carefully over his cheeks. “Though I would be interested to know when exactly it changed for you.”

“It never ‘changed’ for me,” he admits, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm. “It’s always been there. It���s always been you. I never wanted to lose you, so I buried it.”

Pressing several small kisses on the uninjured skin on his face she gives him a gentle smile, “That’s been a lot of years and relationships we’ve been through Stephen. No wonder you hated all my boyfriends.”

“Why do you think they never worked out for me?” he grumbles. “And they weren’t good enough for you, any of them.”

“Only you’re good enough hm?” she teases.

“Well I have a few things going for me that none of them could ever touch,” he retorts with a smirk. “Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Illuminati bring some perks.”

“I would say your biggest advantage is the way you’ve always been so attuned to me. Supportive, and caring from the beginning. The way you make me feel like I’m the most important person in the universe when you look at me.”

“You are the most important person in my universe, always have been.”

Finally releasing his head, she lets her hands slip to his shoulders and she presses another soft kiss to his lip, smiling as he relaxes into her touch, “I love you Stephen.”

“I love you too,” he responds, his eyes practically sparkling back at her. The most carefree and happy expression she’s seen on his face in decades. “Can we just make this official now?”

“Impatient?” she laughs as she sits back in her seat but still holds onto his hand.

“Exceedingly. I’ve waited decades Y/N, I don’t want to wait for some other asshole to come swooping in now. I don’t want to waste more time.”

“You have nothing to worry about, I’m reasonably confident about this one.”

“Only reasonably?” His lower lip jets out.

“You’re going to be trouble aren’t you? But I suppose you’re my trouble now,” she smiles and shakes her head at the man.

“If we’re being truly honest, I’ve always been your trouble,” he chuckles and intertwines their fingers.

“That you have,” she nods and lifts their hands to press a kiss to the back of his.

“How long am I supposed to be stuck here for?”

“Sounded like they wanted to watch over you for a few days, then you’ll have to take it easy for another few days once you’re out.”

Groaning loudly he flops dramatically back against his pillow and winces at the movement, “I have far too much to do to take it easy.”

“And here I was thinking you’d like a few uninterrupted days in your bed with me taking care of you,” she says innocently, trying to hold back a laugh as his head turns dramatically back toward her. “I requested the week off to take care of you, Richards and Mordo already agreed and are taking care of your duties and setting up Doctor Robinson to take my place while I’m out.”

“You should have led with that,” he says roughly, a new fire in his eyes. “I have you all to myself, all week?”

“That you do Doctor Strange,” she grins. “And in light of new revelations, I can make sure you are thoroughly cared for. If you agree of course.”

A growl of frustration leaves his lips and he tugs on her hand, trying to pull her closer, “And I thoroughly agree. Yet you tease me knowing I’m stuck in this fucking room for another few days.”

Standing up and going back to his side, she cups his cheek with her free hand and leans down to his ear, “Now, you just have something to look forward to love.”

Her teeth barely graze his ear as he groans and his eyes shut, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Mm, probably,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve been here this long, I don’t plan on taking off anytime soon.”

“You’re my one constant,” he admits, his eyes opening to look at her lovingly. “You always have been, and I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. I’d have fallen apart one hundred times over by now.”

“Remember the promise I made you?” she asks him softly, gently running her fingers through his messy hair.

“Which one?”

“When we were 19. It was after your father passed, and you said you were all alone now. I told you I could never fill the hole they left, but that you’d never be alone. That I’ll always be there for you.”

“And you always have, through everything,” he smiles up and her and leans into her touch. “I love you, with all that I am. I’m yours without reservation, forever.”

“Well that was deeply romantic and Hallmark movie sounding, have you been planning that line for awhile?” she teases, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But I love you too, there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you, and that’ll never change.”

“May have had some time to come up with that one,” he responds as he lifts his hand to her cheek. “I’m just… happy. Didn’t think we’d ever be together. And I was content with what we’ve had.”

“Content but not happy?”

He nods, “You make me happy, I’m happy being around you. I’m happy for you to be here. But I suppose… there’s that part of me that held on to what could have been. “

“Well there’s no more what ifs. We can start figuring out where we go from here now.”

“Bedrooms.”

“What?”

“You can keep things in the other room if you want, but I want you in my bed, with me.”

“And if I refuse?” She grins as he pouts. “I’m just kidding. I’ll happily cling to you like a monkey every night once your body is adequately holding itself together.”

“Or, more sound medical advice, you just do that now and hold it together for me,” he teases. “From the same medical school as kiss someone losing consciousness.”

“Hey you make fun of me for it, but it worked,” she argues.

“Mm that it did, but do me a favor and save that trick for only me?” His hand drifts down her arm.

“Let’s just hope I’m not in that position for a multitude of people. There’s so many people with a medical background in this building, if somehow another person starts bleeding out in front of me I’m just going to quit, because that’s just shit luck and I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“Do I need to make up a rule that no employee bleed to death in front of Doctor Y/L/N?” he grins as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“You’re awful.”

“Yet you still love me,” he says smugly, carefully lifting his arms to put them behind his head.

“Clearly either a chemical malfunction in my brain or some off-shoot version of Stockholm Syndrome.”  

“Keep telling yourself that,” he winks.

“For someone who nearly died today then was stuttering trying to tell me your feelings, you’re awfully confident now.”

“Like I said, I’m happy.”

“While I’m happy you’re happy, let’s stop moving so much before you pop a stitch,” she says as she feels for them carefully under his gown. “You’ll probably be stuck here longer if you do.”

Sighing at her words he nods and brings his arms down, reaching out to grasp her wrists and bring her closer to him, “Another kiss to ease the pain?”

“Are you always going to be this needy?” She teases, leaning partially over the bed to bring her face just inches from his.

His lips brush softly over hers as a smile slowly breaks through, “For you? Of course.”

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sinful II

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

its been 2 days since the elevator incident and stephen has left you high and dry.. at an event you spot stephen with a young model in his lap, clearly he has a type. an angry confrontation leads to sex in a bathroom.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames, semi public sex

it had been two nights, two long nights since your slip up with stephen. since you dropped your façade. you had woken up in his bedroom to cold sheets and an empty pillow. he had gone. fuck that, you thought. neither of you texted each other and conveniently he missed two days of work. well, define work - because he managed to find it within him to show up to a gala your father had thrown. a very fancy gala where people bidded on expensive technology and played characters for an evening. mingle with potential investors, keep up with appearances, engage with the press. those were the rules, and you weren’t going to disobey your father. another interesting detail that was headlined by TMZ, “doctor stephen strange seen with blonde supermodel. love or lust?” you weren’t blonde, or a supermodel by trade. that struck a nerve. 

it was 8pm, the gala had started an hour ago but you decided that just in case he did show up, you wanted to make a statement. your dress was a floor length black lacey number, with a sheer element that somewhat exposed your lower back and your ass. cascading down the stairs elegantly, you pushed open the doors loudly, fuck it you wanted to be seen. interrupting some old white man's bid on your father’s new bionic eye invention. the room went silent and heads whipped around. you sauntered over to the round table that seated natasha and maria, plopping yourself down in the seat next to the lovebirds. out of the corner of your eye you could see a man with jet black hair and grey streaks eyeing you, tongue in cheek, jaw clenched and you loved in it. natasha was the only person who knew of your one night stand turned revenge plot - therefore so did maria. you loved them both dearly.

“he’s staring, oh he’s livid.” natasha chuckled, adjusting her necklace. you swiveled turning back in your seat to grab a glass of very expensive champagne from the waiter, thanking him. 

“who’s that?” maria cocked her head, studying the blonde sat next to him. you knew it was her, you didn’t bother to look.

“stella whitford, shes a 26 year old model for dolce and gabbana.” natasha nearly spat out her red wine at your retort and maria snorted. 

“jesus stark! what are you, a stalker?” nat composed herself before looking back at the model. whitford was laughing, stephen whispering something in her ear. must have been fucking hilarious. 

“not a stalker, i'm just...well–read.” 

“didn’t think TMZ was your kind of read.”

“oh, so you guys saw it too?” maria nodded before mumbling an insult directed to stephen under her breath and nat agreed. you shrugged in response, "it's clear he’s just a middle aged man who preys on young women. i couldn't care less. honestly." you lied

“oh come on..” natasha responded, giving you an all-knowing look. 

“sold!! to edward tieran for 6.5 million dollars!” the sound of the mallet against the wood ringing in your ears as the crowd clapped. you heard the blonde pleading behind yo, far away and stephen firmly saying no. controlling prick. stella stood up, dismissing stephen before making her way to your table. you appreciated that.

“hi! oh my god, i know this is totally unprofessional but i’m like a big fan and i just- i'm sorry i just wanted to meet you! i’m stella.” she grinned widely, adoringly looking at you. she was so sweet. it was clear she had no idea about you and stephen. 

“oh! no, don't apologise, that’s so sweet!! it’s so nice to meet you stella” you shook her hand before natasha queried politely. 

“are you sitting with, strange?” she said with a smile on her face. you kicked her ankle from under the table and maria bit her cheek to hold back her laughter. 

“oh, yeah. he’s just a hookup, to be entirely honest with you i just wanted to attend a gala. i begged for him to take me and he finally gave in! he’s not my type, he was just in the right place at the right time.” a wave of relief washed over you, drowning you. you all continued chatting, politely mingling and she swiftly checked her phone seeing it was 10:30pm. 

“i'm so sorry! i have to go, i have this like really important club event to go to, you know how it is. there’s a buncha modelling scouts there. it was so lovely meeting you guys!!” she quickly hurried off, abandoning stephen. 

“i love her, can we take her home? she’s so precious” natasha teased at how threatened you were by stella. you felt stupid. she was lovely. more than lovely, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

“okay, okay.. i got it. she’s very sweet and i feel like an idiot.” you groaned, your head resting against your hand, your elbow on the table. it was bad manners, but whatever. servers holding plates of the regular beef and chicken circulated the venue, placing meals to the left of attendees. 

“i'm just going to go to the ladies room, i’ll be back” you sighed, ducking in between the servers, apologising but still confidently walking. you opened the doors to the lobby, it was entirely empty. the bathroom was beautiful, with gorgeous marble pillars and sinks. you touched up your lipstick and stood there composed. you washed your hands and dried them with a paper towel, still embarrassed. you walked with your back to the door to the bathroom, throwing your balled up paper towel into the bin. and suddenly, thud. a lean but muscular body hit you. before you could turn around to see who it was he spoke. 

“nice shot” you could recognise that baritone voice anywhere. you rolled your eyes and turned around. 

“i could get you kicked out for harassment for standing in the women's bathroom” you bit back. you were all riled up. 

“what? you're lonely, date leave you or something??” you said turning around. he was smirking. god you wanted to slap him. you swore you weren’t an angry person but he did things to you. 

“oh don’t tell me you’re jealous, dear.” he walked forward, essentially pushing his way into the bathroom before he shut the door. jealous?? please. 

“you were the one who left, didn’t speak a word to me and then hooked up with stella whitford - who by the way, can do so much better than you.” you scoffed. 

“you reading up on me, baby? i didn’t know you cared for me that much” he chuckled, looking around the bathroom, continuing to step forward before your lower back hit one of the beautiful marble sinks. 

“drop your panties” he said lowly, undoing his dress shirt’s sleeves, before efficiently rolling them up and backing you against the sink and lowering his head down to look at you. 

“excuse me? you can’t just barge in here after you left me in the dark" you were swiftly cut off. 

“do I need to repeat myself? i said, drop your fucking panties, stark. don't be bratty.” he had your chin positioned up, looking into your eyes, tutting. that cold, sexy stare. would you be weak for giving in, because god you wanted to.. without thinking you complied, shimming down your skimpy black lace underwear and throwing them at his chest. he chuckled at your childish response before he spun you around and unzipped your dress. he didn’t rip it, he unzipped it.. that was new. the dress fell to the floor. 

“elbows on the sink for me, pretty girl, can you do that fr’ me??” you were putty in his hands.

“this isn't fair and you know it.” you retorted, the cold marble stinging your elbows. 

“i know baby, let me kiss it better for you, yeah??” the sound of him undoing his belt sent shivers down your spine. this wasn’t exactly a private bathroom, anyone could walk in at any time and he knew it. before you knew it he was pounding into you as you gripped the sink, hot breaths fogging up the mirrors as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room. 

“oh stephen.” you moaned, throwing your head back slightly, he wasn’t kind, this wasn’t making love - this was pure sex. 

“fucking christ you’re addictive.” he groaned before speeding up his pace. he was hitting your cervix unmercilessly. his knuckles white as he dug into the plush of your hips. god he looked good in a suit. the pounding against your g-spot made you whimper, your eyes glazed over and your mouth parted. your hair wasn’t in the pretty curls they were before you stepped into the bathroom. 

“god- i’m.. go- gonna.” you whimpered and he smirked at you in the mirror, watching you intently. 

“right there with you, come on sweetheart. give it to me, make a mess fr’ me.”  

you were done for. you came with a loud cry, your body shaking and trembling as the last waves of pleasure washed over you. he released your hips and kissed the back of your neck, giving you a satisfied, cocky smile. you collapsed in his arms, your heart still pounding as he cleaned you up, redressed you and propped you back up on the sink. his scarred hands gently taming your hair and tucking a curl behind your ears. he kissed your forehead as you looked up at him dumbly, face flushed, freshly fucked, head empty. how could you have said yes?

“fucking christ you’re addictive” the words he had spoken previously, ringing in your ears, stuck in your head.

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