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[arkytiorwrites]

Flirting

Tony Stark x Reader

Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).

"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.

He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.

“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.

Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.

“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.

"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.

“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.

"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”

“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.

"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.

Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?

It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.

“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"

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Last Updated: 2024-03-21

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Khan Noonien Singh stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✵ Everytime by mrsstrangewinter • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "It's been two weeks since Khan left you for good without a reasonable explanation to pay for his sudden cold behavior. You're trying to move on as you reminisce of your moments together until realization hits you."

✵ His Command by oknstark • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Khan [escapes the enterprise, taking] you in after you helped him while he was a prisoner. Now, he would like to take something more from you."

✵ I am Your Captain by all-fandoms-fiction • 18+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: A betrayal of your trust sparks a fierce argument between you and your captain, leading to Khan reminding you who's in charge.

✵ Not So Happy Reunion by all-fandoms-fiction • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: After spending a life-changing weekend with a man named Khan, you didn't know if you would ever see him again. Needless to say, You're more than a little shocked when Captain Kirk orders you to interrogate the prisoner, John Harrison.

✵ Remember Me by thepageofa1000worlds • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Imagine losing your memory because of Admiral Marcus' brainwashing, and then finding out you're Khan's wife."

✵ So Wicked and Divine by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Khan has [had] enough of your backtalking, and, as his spy, he makes sure you know just who you belong to."

✵ Submit to Me by all-fandoms-fiction • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: "As a nurse [on the enterprise] you had countless… assignments and places to be... When you [graduated from star fleet], you thought your job would be peaceful, boring [even. Oh were you] wrong."

✵ Torpedo 22 by thatfanficstuff • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Kahn had been operating on pure rage for far longer than was healthy. So many had fallen in his wrath, but it wasn't enough. Not yet. It would never be enough until he had you back."

✵ Back and Gone Again by rreader • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♡ • 𑁍 •

✵ Behind the Façades by thranduilsperkybutt • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

✵ Classic by arkytiorwrites • 〔F〕 •

✵ Definitely by justauthoring • 〔F᜶A〕 •

✵ Final Goodbye by rreader • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Insatiable  by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Jealousy by thranduilsperkybutt • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

✵ Just Us by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Monster You Hate to Love to F*ck by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✵ Overstimulated by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

✵ Preparation by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

✵ Snuggle Bear by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ So Very Smooth by rreader • 〔F〕 •

✵ Soft and Slow by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Stories of Your Life by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Suprise by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

✵ Take What I Give You by classickook • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

✵ Ticklish by writingsfromstarfleet • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✵ Khan's N.S.F.W. Alphabet by mykinkyyandere • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

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[arkytior-snowwraith1870]

I AM PANICKING!!!!!!!!

MISSING WRITER!!!!

So one of my favorite writers @feral-for-strange has deactivated their account and I am on the verge of tears because they are a dear friend of mine and they have done so much wonderful writing, especially for a rare character, Khan Noonien Singh from “Star Trek Into Darkness” and their Doctor Strange content is divine.

I feel so awful that I didn’t notice they had gone missing sooner. If any one has any information or insight as to why they left, I will be in your debt. I’ll be reblogging this on my writing account, @arkytiorwrites

Feral. Sweetheart, wherever you are, or whatever it is you’re going through, I hope you’re okay.

Yours, Arkytior

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[arkytiorwrites]

Never Again

Sherlock Holmes x Reader x John Watson

My first BBC Sherlock post, and of course it’s a poly. Because who wouldn’t want them both?

I crept up the stairs to the flat of my boyfriends as silently as I could; not wanting to summon their landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I liked the older woman a lot, but I wasn't in the mood for her now. Right now I needed John's tea and Sherlock's hugs if they were home.

Unlocking the door to the flat , it was quickly obvious that they were out. Their coats were gone and the flat was silent. I left my backpack, coat, and shoes in a pile under the coat rack and curled up in John's chair, pulling on the jumper discarded on the armrest.

God I was so tired.

I sleepily nuzzled the shoulder for the jumper and inhaled as much of John’s scent that I could. He smelled like maple wood, hot sand, and a dash of whiskey. It always reminded me of his silent strength somehow. That John would always be there.

I was unable to continue waxing poetic because I was asleep after a few minutes.

. . .

Sherlock followed John up the stairs home in what John liked to call a 'strop’. Lestrade had called them both away from Baker Street for a case that hadn’t even been a four! Sherlock was even stroppier than normal because their wonderful partner, Y/N, would be coming home from their visit to America today and they both had wanted to be there to welcome them back. Instead, they were probably already back and had come home to a cold, empty flat. Sherlock nearly crashed into John where he had frozen in the doorway.

"John, what are you -"

" Sh!" the doctor scolded, reaching back and swatting vaguely at the lanky detective.

Looking over John, he finally saw what had caused his lover to try and shush him. Y/N had curled up and fallen asleep in John's armchair, but if that wasn't adorable enough, they had put on the dark blue jumper John had discarded earlier that afternoon.

The two men tiptoed toward their love, John crouching down in front and Sherlock kneeling at their feet.

" Baby? Wake up sweetheart," John softly urged.

Shifting a bit and letting out a soft kitten mewl, Y/N’s eyes fluttered and lit up the moment they saw the doctor.

"John?” they asked softly.

"Hi, love," he smiled reaching out and gently brushing their cheek.

They gave the ash-blond man a sleepy smile before looking around the room until they spotted the detective.

"Sherlock?"

"Hello, darling," he murmured, reaching out and gently rubbing their calf in a rare show of affection.

They yawned cutely before asking, "How was the case?"

"It wasn't even a four," Sherlock sniffed, standing and taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack.

"Which never a good thing for Greg,” John sighed standing as well.

"Tea?" he offered as the tempemental detective aggressively flopped onto the couch.

"If you don't mind," Y/N mumbled sleepily sitting up and rubbing their eyes.

John leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his partner's forchread before going to the kitchen.

Y/N stood from the doctors chair and shuffled over to the couch, where Sherlock sat in one of his many thinking poses. At Y/N’s approach, however, he held out an arm in clear invitation and the young American happily snuggled into his side. Sherlock tugged them closer and rested his cheek on their head.

"How was Oregon?" he asked quietly.

“Wet, windy, cold. The usual," they quipped.

"You know what I meant,” the brunet scolded.

"Not any different then when I left three years ago. Hannah’s got herself a contract. Rosemary and the other's are still at home. Mom and Dad haven’t changed theyre just a bit grayer now,” Y/N shrugged. "But I'd forgotten how beautiful it is in spring over there."

Sherlock hummed noncommittally before the two lapsed into a comfortable silence.

A few minutes later, John emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He doled them out accordingly, giving the loves of his life a kiss each before going back for his own own. He came back and sat on Y/N’s unoccupied side, the three of them happy together.

"You are not allowed to leave us for that long ever again,” Sherlock announced just as Y/N was beginning to drift off again.

“I was only gone for two weeks,” they mumbled, confused.

"Exactly. Far too long," John agreed, nodding seriously.

Y/N playfully groaned as they said, "Of course, I would somehow and up with the most clingy boyfriends in all of the UK."

“You love us, " Sherlock snorted.

“Yeah," they agreed, happily snuggling into the self proclaimed sociopath’s shoulder. "I do."

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[arkytiorwrites]

How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding and Injury, No Matter How Small

616 Stephen Strange x Reader

You and Stephen had been squirreled away in the Kamar Taj library for two weeks, doing everything in your considerable power to find a way to reverse the memory spell Stephen had cast for Spiderman. Stephen had been fine with leaving it be but you insisted that at least he, Mrs. Stark, young Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan, and a pair of teens named MJ and Ned remember evenething about New York's webslinger.

"OW! Mother trucker that hurts more than a buttcheek on a stick!” you swore from behind your wall of stacked books.

"What is it?” Stephen demanded, standing and using the Clock of Levitation to get around the books and hover anxiously at your side. ”What's wrong?"

"Paper cut. I'd take being stabbed over one of these little fuckers any day,” you grumbled as you squeezed the wound to your right finger to stem the bleeding.

"Haven’t they suffered enough?" the older sorcerer hissed as he glared balefully at the tome currently resting on your lap.

"Stephen, seriously. Take a chill pill, it's a papercut. I've had worse,” the you snorted as you pulled a Band-Aid from a pocket dimension and wrapped the offending cut.

"That doesn't mean you should suffer at all,” he argued back, carefully taking your hands and checking them over for any wounds you might have missed as he sat beside her.

"Ma cheri, it's sweet of you to worry, but you can't protect me from the world," you chided, slipping your hands from his shaky grasp to gently hold his face, the scratch of his beard tickling your palms.

"I can damn well try," he fired heatedly.

Cocking your head curiously to the side, you becan to get the feeling that there was a deeper problem behind the Master of the New York Sanctum's worry and over-protectiveness.

"Stephen, babe, you never worried this much before 2014 Thanos and the Snap. What's really goin' on, sweetheart?”

The former neurosurgeon remaind silent and stubbornly stared at his boots.

"Stephen? Come on, baby. I can't help you if you don't talk to me. I'm many things, but telepathic ain't one of them” you pressed.

"You were in a coma," the doctor finally whispered. "For five weeks, and there was no way I could help you. Nothing I did helped you heal or wake up, I couldn't even kill Thanos myself, let alone protect you because of that dawn flood. You were bleeding so much, darling. And I couldn't get to you!”

Terrified, angry tears were trailing down the doctor’s cheeks when he finally looked up, making it clearer than ever how much you meant to him.

"Oh, baby boy,” your murmured, heart breaking in your chest. "Come 'ere."

Stephen willingly curled against you, resting his head on your shoulder and holding you as tightly as he dared while you ran your fingers soothingly through his dark hair.

"Honey, I took that risk because I knew Tony needed a diversion to get the Stones from that raisin-faced bitch. I can heal from anything. Immortal, remember? I'm not leaving you anytime soon, gentil garçon, I promise. Death knows better than to fuck with me,” you reassured him, softly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You two spent several hours curled up on that spot, you quietly humming, rocking , and petting his hair as you continued your research. Stephen remained tucked in your arms, re-enforcing in his mind that his darling was safe and whole.

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[arkytiorwrites]

Clothing Swap!

Tony Stark x Reader

Continuing with the Artist reader idea.

Also ain’t he just a lil cutie patootie?

You looked up from your copy of Frankenstein to see Tony wander into the living room in a black Metallica t-shirt and a suspiciously familiar pair of sweat-pants.

“Morning,” the billionaire chirped, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your brow.

“Morning,” you greeted . "Are those my sweatpants?”

“Maybe,” Tong shrugged." Is that my MIT hoodie?"

"Okay, fair," you laughed as Tony flopped down beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"It looks good on you," he complimented.

"It was the only thing that didn't cost more than my student debt or have suspicious stains on it,” you snorted as you readjusted so you rested comfortably on Tony’s shoulder.

"Wait. You have debt?" Tony asked incredulously. "I thought that was an urban myth!"

" Oh, no. It's very real. Why do you think all of your paychecks barely last me?”

Tony could only stare in vague horror while you calmly returned to your book.

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[arkytiorwrites]

First Meeting

Tony Stark x Reader

What it says on the tin.

Letting out a bored sigh as he took another gulp of champagne; billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, ambled aimlessly through the gallery that was holding an art show for artists on the market for patrons.

The only reason he was there was because Miss Potts, his terrifyingly competent PA, had promised to leave him undisturbed for a month if he came. So, here he was, bored out of his mind , and entirely too sober for this.

He nearly passed it by, but something about the painting caught his eye. Walking closer, he carefully examined the image of a black dragon holding a newly hatched baby dragon with joyful tears in it's eyes. He wasn't sure what it was , the hope and love in the mother dragon’s expression, or the wonder and curiosity in the young one's eyes; but something told Tony he needed to know who printed this.

"Excuse me!" Tony called to the host. "Mr. Charleston?"

“Yes, Mr. Stork? I trust you are enjoying yourself."

“Absolutely. The whole thing's been a blast. Uh. Who painted this?" the billionaire asked, gesturing at the painting with his champagne flute.

"Ah. That would be a Y/N Y/L/N. This their work "Arrive" in their “More" series," Charleston explained.

"Fascinating. Is Y/L/N here? I'd like to have a word with them.”

“I believe they’re right over there, Mr. Stark," the balding man pointed to a corner at the far end of the gallery, and Tony spotted you in a long hooded coat bent over a sketch book .

“Thanks," Tony said, downing the rest of his drink before walking over. "Y/L/N?” he inquired, shoving his hands in to the slack pockets of his tuxedo.

“Maybe," the you replied without looking up. “Who’re you?”

“Tony Stark."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Stark," you replied without a shred of recognition.

"I wanted to talk to you about one of your paintings," he stated with frank bluntness.

You finally looked up at that; and normally, Tony scoffed at the idea of love at first sight. Yet the second those mysterious Y/E/C met his chocolate brown, he was completely, helplessly smitten.

“Oh? Which one?” you asked.

"”Arrive”, from your series called "More"."

" What about it?"

"What would you say to me being your sole patron for all future works? Lodgings and supplies included?" Tony asked, laying all his cards on the table.

You blinked at him for a moment before demanding suspiciously, "What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he insisted. " Just me paying for everything so you can focus on your work.”

You were silent for a moment more before shrugging and admitting flippantly, "I was always kinda jealous of those Renaissance artists who were essentially eccentric pets for the rich. That needs to be brought back.”

Standing and reaching out for a handshake, you smiled, "I look forward to working for you , Mr. Stark.”

Smiling in return, Tony shook your hand, saying "The pleasure will be all mine, Y/L/N. And please, call me Tony."

“As long as you call me Y/N.”

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[arkytiorwrites]

Sleepy, Tony

Tony Stark x Reader

If this is what Pepper had to handle for twenty-odd years then that woman is a goddamn SAINT.

Glancing up from my Stark Pad, I looked on worriedly as Tony stumbled into the kitchen; eyes glazed with six-day- old bags , coffee cup in hand, and covered in grease.

"You good, Tony?” I called.

"Yup! Just fine! You?" he replied in a jerky voice as he reached for the maker of the elixir of life.

He could barely hold his mug under the nozzle and I felt that I had to intervene before he blew up the entire West Coast. Standing, I made my way over to him, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Tony, when's the last time you actually slept?” I asked.

“I dunno, what's the date ?"

"The seventeenth."

“Really ? Last I checked it was the ninth,” he muttered as he raised the

mug to his lips .

“Yeah, okay. No more go- go juice for you" I stated firmly, placing my hand over the rim of the mug and pushing it down . "You need sleep, Stark . Not espresso, you keep this up, you're gouna kill yourself. Then who'll look after me ? Potts?"

Opening his mouth as though to argue Tony stopped and thought

for a moment before sighing and flopping his head on my shoulder ,

"I’m pretty damn tired,” he confessed. " Come to bed with me? "

Ah, there's the old Tony Stark I know.

“Later. It's only ten in the morning,” I chuckled,running my fingers through his hair. Bad idea. Bad bad idea. It was so greasy and gross. Worse than Loki when we thought Christmas trees were fashionable, "Just take a shower, please. Before some one calls the Health Department.”

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[arkytiorwrites]

Sleepy, Reader

Tony Stark x Reader

A normal morning in the lives of you two nerds.

Looking up from his third cup of $200 espresso, Tony watched you shuffle into the kitchen with a warm, expanding fondness in his chest.

The artist wore baggy, black sweat pants with huge pockets, a grey t-shirt, and grey and maroon knitted socks to protect your feet from the cold tile. your hair was in an adorable bed headed state that made him think of either a firework or a halo as the sunlight hit each strand. Bleary eyes peered at him behind half-closed lids as you moved to the coffee machine.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty,” he greeted, raising his mug in a salute.

"Herfcwfjiiufderhjuguuedvaagjoudchitb,” you grumbled back, unintelligible.

Stuffing two slices of bread into the toaster after you had started brewing your coffee, you pulled yourself onto the counter, drooping with exhaustion. Moving over so that he was next to you, Tony let you flop your head on his shoulder and hug his arm.

“Late night ? " he asked sympathetically.

"Something like that," you mumbled. “I found some of my old, incomplete stories and got possessed by the writing demon again ."

“I didn't know you wrote stories,” Tony commented, genuinely interested.

“I'm a Jack of all Trades," you bragged before letting out a huge yawn.

Chuckling, Tony pressed a kiss to your temple before saying, "Get your coffee, then I wanna see the work of this writing demon.”

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[arkytiorwrites]

Dance With Me Tonight?

Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Reader

All I have to say is that Strange Supreme deserved better. So here it is.

"Okay Tony," you mumbled to your best friend. "Better now then never."

"You sure about this kid?” the billionare asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and staring intently into your eyes. "Any Strange is a handful.”

"I'm sure,” you confirmed stubbornly. "This one's more than worth it."

"Then go forth and get your man, my child,” Tony smirked, gently knocking his knuckles on your chin. “They grow up so fast,” he added as he wiped way an imaginary tear before heading out onto the stage.

You tried to calm yourself as Tony pulled up the song you intended to sing to your sorcerer.

You'd met the imprisoned enchanter four years ago almost to the day after a mishap with your inter-dimensional tech. Due to your universal origins, you knew all about the Stephen Strange of the What If…? storyline. Naturally empathetic to his circumstances, you had willingly befriended the suffering man, and persuaded him to join you in the reality you now called home. A large influencer of that decision was that you had somewhat fallen in love with the broken Sorcerer Supreme; but fully understanding and respectful of his devotion to Christine.

But… tonight ... you needed to at least subtly let him know he was loved.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Tony's boistrous announcement snapped you out of your reverie. "We've got a special guest for you tonight. I'm gonna call my friend Y/N up here to sing to a special someone. Y/N! Let's go, darling.”

With a grin and twirl, you grabbed the mic and began to sing.

Stephen had been moodily sipping his martini when he heard Stark’s announcement ring through the common room of Avenger Tower. Whipping his head around from the bar to the stage, he watched heartbroken as you began to sing the song that always made you dance.

When you had fallen into his crystal bubble, he had begun to wonder is he had finally gone mad. You were lively, wise cracking, and a kindly traveller that had never judged him, accepted him wholly, but never took any of his shit and gave a good as you got. When you had fought for his place in your world, he had fallen and fallen hard. But he had vowed that he would never allow another to get close to him , just so that destiny would be satisfied . So he kept you at arms length, but longed for you just the same. It killed him to see you glow as you sang to the one who held your heart.

“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you can I tell you baby,

Lookin’ round there's a whole lot of pretty gentry.

But none like you, you shine so bright!

Yeah!”

You sang as you scanned the room for the dark wizard. Finally spotting him nursing a martini at the bar you began to plot your way through the crowd to him.

"I was wonderin’ if you and me could spend a minute,

Up close, on the floor gettin lost in it,

I won’t give up without a fight!"

You could vividly remember the first time Stephen had walked in on you singing and dancing to the song. You had been making your morning coffee, and had turned on the music while you waited for the elixir of life to brew. Strange had wandered in during the chorus and had watched until the end of the song as you made a fool of yourself and had the audacity to say you had a nice voice!

"Oo oo! Ooo baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Stephen loved nothing more then to hear you sing; love songs were his favorite, because then he could pretend you meant the words for him. He watched, chest aching horribly as you jumped down from the stage and began to move through the crowd, still singing.

How he longed to be the one you were singing to, but why such a divine being would love a hellish creature like him, he couldn’t say. As you moved closer and closer he tried to deduce who the lucky bastard could be, but as far as he knew, you had never come in contact with any of the men here, except for the Avengers.

So which of them could it be? Stark was taken, and you both were more like Fred and George Weasley, anyway. It couldn't be Barton, he was married with kids. Banner, perhaps? It might be Thor but you were a surprisingly quiet individual, considering the company you kept. It might be Loki, Thor had brought his wayward brother to Earth for, essentially, community service. The two were scary similar in personality and habits, so it would make sense... but the Trickster was at the other side of the room. Who the hell could it be?!

"Gettin’ sweaty,

Hot and heavy

In the crowd now!

Take your hands and let them go down down!”

You looked heavenly in your emerald green button down and black vest, you'd never been interested in the normal dress code. You'd always enjoyed shocking everyone with your clothing choices. Tonight, you stood out amongst the sparkling gowns and black tuxedos in the most unique and beautiful way possible. You... oh Vishanti. You were making your way to him.

You watched as finally Stephen figured out that you were singing to him, his whole posture and expression changed from confused to downright shocked.

“Took you long enough, you handsome dummy," you thought as you continued.

"I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Finally standing in front of him as you finished the song.

Everyone cheered, but you ignored them in favor of staring into Stephens eyes.

"Me?" he finally asked faintly.

“You," you agreed softly.

Tears filled the sorcerers’ eyes as be shakily reached for the one who commanded his heart.

You willingly walked into his arms and held him close as he wept silently into your shoulder. Holding him as tightly as you dared, gently combing your fingers through the soft, dark hair of your beloved as he finally let go of the past and embraced the future.

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Day 6: “Classic”

Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

Okay, originally, the reader was supposed to do karaoke, but then I realized he would LEAVE if you tried to pull that shit on the first date, so it evolved into this. Enjoy. Also thank you to @feral-for-strange for encouraging my madness, this is for you love!

“Come on, John," you wheedled, leaning on the commander’s quite nicely muscled arm and batting your eyelashes at him pleadingly. "It'll be fun, I promise!”

Stoic, glacier-hued eyes bored into yours, looking for some kind of trick.

"What happened to him to make him so suspicious all the time?” you wondered.

"Fine," the tall, dark haired man bit out after an intense staring contest. “I'll go, as long as you stop pestering me.”

“I can't promise that, but I can promise to leave you alone for two weeks. Deliveries from Alpha Centauri to New Vulcan," you explained to Harrison's questioning eyebrow.

Ever since you had run into the handsome, enigmatic commander, John Harrison, in Admiral Marcus’ office when you had gone to yell at the bigoted xenophobe for confiscating important medical supplies, something about him made your spidey-sense go berserk. But not in the "danger, run away" kind , it was the "they're suffering, they need help way”.

Your spidey-sense had never let you down, so even though everything about the aloof Brit screamed "stay away, or fuck around and find out", you were determined to prove that he could trust you, and tell you what was wrong.

Until then, you were gonna take him out and show him what a good time was because he clearly had no idea. And tonight, you were taking him to your favorite bar, the Squeaky Cork. And if this was a kinda date because you may or may not have fallen in love with the pretty Starfleet officer, well no one needed to know.

…

You waited anxiously outside the Squeaky Cork, praying to the powers that be that John hadn't bailed on you.

When you spotted his imposing figure cutting through the crowds, you couldn't help but grin like a psycho. Waiting for him to come to you, you hid your gift behind your back.

“I thought you were gonna bail,” you confessed at the commander's questioning expression.

For the living embodiment of an iceberg, the man was quite expressive.

“I made a promise, didn't I? And what are you hiding?" he asked, indicating your hidden hands.

"Oh! Um. I saw these, and um. I figured you'd like them,” you admitted, showing him the bouquet of roses you had personally arranged.

You were one in probably fifty people across the quadrant who made an avid study of the language of flowers. The arrangement you'd given John consisted of yellow, peach, and dark pink roses in full bloom, symbolizing your appreciation and thanks, and your offering of friendship.

His eyes widened fractionally, causing your cheeks to heat as he accepted the arrangement.

"Thank you," he murmured as he brushed his fingers against a dark pink bloom. "They're lovely."

"Course. Everybody deserves flowers. You, um. You wanna head in?” you asked as you awkwardly gestured over your shoulder to the door.

"Yes, I'm interested to see what else you have planned," John smiled softly.

With that simple expression, he looked so much more innocent and happy. You vowed then and there you would do everything in your meager power to make him smile more, on your honor as a Fenris Ranger.

“Sweet! They have this epic IPA…” you happily began to babble as you led the Starfleet officer into your oasis.

Unaware of the soft, fond smile that had settled onto his face in response to your enthusiasm, still holding the flowers close, like they were something precious.

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Day 2: If You Love Her

Tony Stark x Reader

We love Tony no matter the year, but 2008 party animal Tony has a special place in my heart.

He’s also the least traumatized, but we don’t talk about that.

Looking around the area that had once been the backyard, I heaved a sigh and shook my head at the shenanigans of the rich., They gave party animals a whole new definition.

Picking my way through the passed out, drunk, and high bodies littering the deck and lawn chairs, I toed off my flip-flops, pulled out my guitar, and sat down beside the pool.

Tony and I had been friends for years, and seeing someone I loved throw himself away like this broke my heart. Yet, when he had invited me to play at a party he

was hosting, I had thought it would be a small, private event. Not... all of Hollywood.

Absently swishing my leg through the cold water, I swiftly tuned my trusty old guitar to play the song that had been looping through my mind for days.

…

Tossing back a finger of bourbon, Tony watched his closest friend begin to play their guitar.

The wild artist had managed to capture his attention in ways no one had ever managed before. They had never cared that he was the Tony Stark, all they wanted was to know Tony. The man behind the genius, billionare, playboy! philanthropist; and for that, he would never be able to repay them.

Just as he was about to call out to them from inside his home, they began to sing.

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Their voice resonated off the water, and the guitar added to the soft calm they emitted.

"He always has trouble falling asleep.

And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.

He loves rock songs and dancing, and bad trash TV.

There's still a few other things."

Ever since he had met her all the way back at MIT, the billionaire had struggled with his feelings for the wanderer. The fact that they could go when they chose, and could do anything with little to no repercussions made them all the more alluring.

"He loves love notes and inventions, and likes giving gifts,

Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.

He loves his whole family, and all of his friends,

So, if you're the one he lets in…”

Wait. They couldn't possibly be...

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He's the best thing that you'll ever have-“

Oh, dear God. They were. They were singing about him.

Stepping out onto the patio, attracting their attention to move from the water to him. As their eyes met, everything somehow clicked into place as they continued the lyrics.

"He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side way and you'll make it.

He's the best thing that you'll have.

He'll love you if you love him like that."

They smiled at him gently as they kept going, clearly intending to get their point across in song. Tony wasn't complaining. Messy hair shifting in the cool ocean breeze, the image before the inventor brought him to the only logical conclusion for the image before him. He had fallen in love with a fae creature of old; and they returned his feelings, and was using their magic to show him.

"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,

Run your hands through his hair whenever he's sad.

And when he doesn't notice how pretty he is,

Tell him over and over so he never forgets!

Take it,

If he gives you his heart don’t you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side, and you'll make it,

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Tony didn't want to waste another second, Following the same path that Y/N had taken, he sat down next to them and didn’t pull his gaze away from them for a moment.

“He'll love you of you love him like that

He'll love you if love him like that.

He'll love you if you love him, he'll love you if you love him like that.

Just to love you, just to love you, just to love you

He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side and you'll make it.

He's this best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him, like that."

They fell silent as the last notes echoed through the yard.

Holding out his hand, Tony wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Y/N accepted. Slotting their fingers together perfectly like they were designed to fit only each other’s.

"How long?" Tony finally asked after a long moment of peaceful silence.

“After I graduated," they admitted softly.

“Really?"

“Yeah, you?"

“Umm…"

Well now he was embarrassed. He'd loved them years before they felt the same. Of course, he had gone and fallen in love with some one who could read him like a large print book.

"You liked me way before that, didn't you?“ they asked. No judgement, just curious if they were right.

"Yeah," Tony admitted.

Y/N just smiled and rested their head on his shoulder; and he knew, come what may, they would stay by his side.

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How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small

838 Stephen Strange x Reader

Sorry if he’s a bit awkward. I’m trying to get into the swing of writing the different Stranges.

. . .

"Please Christine. Just. think of it as a sorta IOU!” A familiar voice pleaded as Stephen walked past the entrance to the medical wing of the Illuminati HQ.

"Does Stephen know about this?" the older redhead asked tiredly.

"My good Doctor Palmer. If Stephen Strange knew about this do you think I'd be here?" the other voice demanded.

"What don't I know about?" he finally asked, walking in on a somewhat comical scene.

His partner of three years had dived behind a gurney when he entered in an attempt to hide their blackened, singed self.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

". . . Sharpening my reflexes?” the young sorcerer offered lamely.

Arching an eyebrow, the Sorcerer Supreme patiently waited for the younger, spunky wild card to crack.

It probably took about five seconds of awkward shuffling and Christine heaving an exasperated sigh.

"Just. Just promise you won't get mad,” they demanded.

"That depends,” the former neurosurgeon snorted.

Sighing, Y/N hesitantly stepped out to reveal the extent of the damage. Red clouded the Sorcerer Supreme’s vision as he took in the angry burns on their hands, bright pink nose and cheeks, singed fringe and the quiet pain in the normally cheeky and carefree eyes.

"Where is Reed?" he hissed, knowing full well that the egotistical bastard was fully to blame for the damage Y/N had stustained.

"Labs."

"Christine!" Y/N squawked.

"Like not telling him would stop him," she justified.

Not waiting for the two to hash things out, Stephen turned to march out from the Medical Wing, hunt down Reed, and tell him exactly what he thought of the elastic man dragging his partner into his deranged experiments.

"Stephen, wait!" Y/N yelped, giving chase as the taller man stormed out and down the hall.

It took them a second to catch up with him, but once they did, they ran in front of him, causing him to stop in his tracks to make sure he didn't run them over.

“Just. Wait," they pleaded. " Reed protected we from the major part of the explosion . It could've been a lot worse.”

" Which is exactly why I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Stephen snarled. " You shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place!”

“I was the one screwing around with shit I shouldout have!” Y/N argued.

“Reed should know better than to let you into the labs!” he fired back, clearly hellbent on crucifying Reed for being in the same room that Y/N had been hurt in.

So, Y/N played their trump card. Letting the tears of pain they’d been holding back finally come out, and giving him their most pained expression as they whispered, "Stephen please. Just drop it. It was my fault, will you please just. Just cuddle me back home? After Christine treats me? Please babe? I've really, really missed you.”

Sighing as he relented to his lover’s pleas, he did his best to let go of the image he’d had the entire time of Reed eternally falling for several hours in a pocket dimension until he felt the man had suffered enough.

Dragging a hand down his face he stated, "You are banned from the labs until the multiverse burns out."

"Noted." Y/N chuckled wryly. “Walk me back to the Medical Wing?”

“Since you are the wounded victim of your own stupidity, just this once, I will portal us there and then home.”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” they asked as they slumped with relief.

“Not for the last twenty minutes, no,” Stephen teased as he pulled out his sling ring.

“Well, I do.”

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A Place to Call Home

Tony Stark x Reader

This kind of ties into Cuddles in the Rain, and I know I’ve been posting nothing but Tony for weeks, but in my defense, he’s my husband and I love him a lot, okay?

Tony hung up after checking in on Peter back in NYC, now that he knew the young webslinger was his son, he was completely determined to make up for sixteen years of lost time.

The host of the party he'd been forced to attend all the was in freaking India approached him with a plastered smile.

“I trust all is well, Mr. Stark ?"

" Perfect,” Tony smiled sliding his phone into his pocket.

“Where is your lovely spouse? " the other asked, causing Tony to sigh.

"We aren't married, and they’ve probably wandered off to explore. They’ll turn up."

“Are you not worried for them?"

"Not really, they can take care of themself, and if they needs me, they knows how to contact me. But one way or another, Y/N Y/L/N always comes home. Excuse me, I need a word with the American ambassador,” the multi-billionaire fibbed, walking away quickly before any protests could be made.

Successfully making it to the bar Tony requested a refill for his whiskey. His host’s words of concern caused him to remember the first time his wanderlust-minded soulmate had disappeared on him.

He had been young and still reeling over the fact he'd found his mate. He’d left them alone for five minutes in Central Park, and they promptly wandered off to go poke around in the trees and actually managed to climb one of them. He'd never felt such direct and soul-crushing terror in his short life. Every awful thing that could happen to a teenager in New York City flashed through his head and he’d nearly had a panic attack.

However, the second they sensed his terror, they ran out of the woods with autumn leaves tangled in their hair like some fey creature of myth and into his arms. In that moment he knew that wherever they may roam, they would always come home.

"Hey, old man.”

Speak of the Devil, and they will appear.

"Meet me on the balcony?”

"Of course, tesoro," he replied, downing his whiskey in one go, then making his way to the abandoned balcony.

It was a hot, balmy night and the indoors were air conditioned, so no one was interested in the view of the night sky and the dark jungle. After a few moments of silence, there was the hushed whoosh of feathered wings and Y/N landed lightly on the railing of the balcony. Giving him a cheeky, almost childish grin, they sat down; folding the huge black and dark green appendages over the rail to keep themself balanced.

“Ehi, piccolo,” (Hey, babe) they greeted, kicking their feet.

“Ciao, mia dolce tesoro,”(Hello, my sweet darling)Tony replied, walking up to them so he could wrap his arms around their waist and pull his soulmate close for a kiss. Feeling their delighted smile against his lips, he made sure they didn't lose their balance as they wrapped their arms around his neck and returned the gesture.

After a moment of their favorite hello, Tony pulled back to rest his forehead on theirs and deliver a swift peck to the tip of their nose .

"Find anything interesting?"

“I found some cool rocks and an epic waterfall-pool thing. We should skinny-dip there,” they answered, giving him his own kiss on the nose.

"As long as there isn’t anything anything interested in nibbly bits,” Tony warned.

"Not while I’m around," they giggled, hugging him. "Merci, bein-amié,” (Thank you, beloved) they whispered in his ear.

“Pour quoi?" (For what?) Tony inquired.

"Pour être la maison où je peux toupurs retourner quand je me lasse de mon errance,” (For being the home I can always return to when I grow weary of my wandering) Y/N explained, nuzzling into his neck.

“Toujourset pour toujours ,ma chérie. Toujours.” (Always and forever, my sweet. Always)

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Day 3: Until I Found You

Defender Strange x Reader

Letting out a startled gasp of pain, Defender Stephen Strange stared uncomprehendingly at the ribbon-like tentacle stabbed through his right leg.

Georgia

Wrap me up in all your

I want you in my arms

Oh, let me hold you.

I'll never let you go like I did.

It wasn't until the appendage ripped itself out, and he could see the torn, cauterized flesh, that the pain registered. His leg buckled under his weight, and he struggled to remain upright.

He wasn't going to die. Not today. Not while he had a promise to keep.

"Hey. Be careful, okay?" Y/N requested softly as Stephen prepared to take America to find the Book of Vishanti. "Something about all of this seems really weird.”

Pausing in his reorganization of research, Stephen looked over at his fiance to see the worry in their eyes.

"Hey, mi ragina," he murmured, setting down his stack of books and scrolls to pull her into a tight hug, feelingher relax as he began to play with the heir at the nape of their neck. “I will always come home to you, mi dulce. I promise.”

“Pinky swear?" their question muffled by his robes.

Laughing, Stephen held up his little finger.

"Pinky swear."

Oh like I used to say

I would never, fall in love again until I found her.

I said I would never fall unless it's you I fall into.

I was lost within the darkness but then found her

I found you!

“How on God's good green Earth you get your hands on that?"

Stephen looked up from his book to see a fellow acolyte standing before him with an impressed look.

“Sling ring," was all he said before going back to reading.

Obviously not taking the hint, they sat down next to him and began to read over his shoulder.

"You aren't going to tell Wong?" he asked.

"Nope. As long as you let me read to,” they bartered.

Sighing, he agreed, "Alright."

"Pinky promise,” they requested, holding up their finger.

Unable to stop himself from snickering a bit, Stephen held up his finger as well.

“Pinky promise."

They shook on it, and went back to reading.

“I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Stephen."

“Nice to meet you Stephen."

Georgia

Pulled me in

I asked to love her once again

You fell I caught you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say.

Swiftly summoning blue rings around his wrists, Stephen began to gather the floating debris to form a prison around the screaming creature. Casting the most powerful trapping spell he knew around it, he clenched his hand into a fist, and a mirror image of the spell wrapped it self around his hand.

Yet still, the creature struggled violently, and with no regard to any damage done to itself.

"It's too strong!" he finally admitted.

Yelling in pain again as the wound to his leg began to fester with dark magic.

He and America watched in horror as the beast began to break free in a matter of seconds. Trying desperately to think as he stared across the chasm at the tantalizingly close Book of Vishanti; Stephen realized that there was only one way to save the multiverse. But it came at a terrible price.

Turning to look back at the young woman who had sought his help, who he and his beloved had bonded so tightly with, he knew what he was about to do would mark him as irredeemable in their eyes.

“I'm so sorry,” Stephen confessed, his voice breaking as their eyes met. “But it's the only way."

I would never fall in love again until I found her

I said I would never full unless it's you I fall in to

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

My head snapped up at the familiar sound of one of America's portals. Grinning as I ran from where I'd been pacing in the living room, I entered the foyer expecting my brave Defender to be standing there, crowing about their exploits as he pulled me into a huge hug.

Instead, I was met by a sorrowful America, a Wong I didn't recognize ... and a human-sized shape in a dark shroud.

"Y/N... I'm so so sorry,” America whispered.

"No," I whimpered, shaking my head in furious denial. "No, he pinky swore. He never, breaks those. He isn't. He isn't-“

Tears spilled down my cheeks as reality crashed in.

Stephen was dead, and he was never coming home.

I said I would never fall unless it's you I fell into

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

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It is Too Late For this Shit

Tony Stark x GN! Reader

Hey everyone! This is my first, big, official one shot, and I’m pretty nervous, ngl. So, lemme know what y’all think! Now! To unleash my own hell on this hellsite of delight!!!

I had been aggressively flopping around on the California king-sized bed for what felt like aeons, unable to get comfortable or stay still long enough to fall asleep. I knew what, or rather who I needed so that I could sleep, but they were all the way down in the garage, and it was a long and cold walk down there and was it really worth it?

"JARVIS?" I croaked out. "What time is it?"

“It is 12:45 AM, Y/N, and Mister Stark is still in the garage,” the AI immediately replied.

“Well that settles it, Thanks, JARVIS,” I said as I rolled out of the bed, pulling on my thick socks and Tony's old MIT hoodie.

I shuffled through the mansion with my hands stuffed in the pocket all the way down to the garage. I squinted as I looked through the glass windows to the agonizingly lit room. Tony was playing around with his 3-D holograms with his back to me, and judging by the way he was bopping his head, either Black Sabbath or Van Halen was playing. I typed in my code , and opened the door. Nearly yelping with how horrifically loud the music was for nearly one o'clock in the morning. I immediately turned it down to a partially mere barable level.

"Please, don't turn down my music " Tony

requested without turning around.

"Normally, I wouldn't dream of it, imzadi, but it's almost one in the morning," I told him, coming up and hugging him from behind, resting my head on his shoulder.

"One o'clock, huh?" Tony asked as he laced the fingers of one hand with mine, twisting them so that he kissed the back of my hand. "Shouldn't you be asleep?”

I snorted and squeezed him a bit before saying, "Well, I would be if I had someone sleeping next to me."

"I don't need to go to bed, I'm not tired, I'll be fine."

Lies, lies, lies, lies lies.

"But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you!” I complained playfully, pressing a kiss to his neck to further weaken him. “Lemme hold you in my arms so that I may be whole once more!”

He was quiet for a moment before asking suspiciously, “Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?”

"Is it working?”

He spun his chair around forcing me to release him so he could face me. He narrowed his lovely chocolate eyes at me before gently pulling me onto his lap. We had a staring contest before Tony finally caved and called out, "JARVIS? Save everything, then close up shop, would you?"

"Very well, sir,” JARVIS replied as his creator stood and carried me out of his ‘mechanic's hole' and all the way up to our bedroom.

Showered and in his sleep clothes, Tony finally crawled into bed and I pulled him close.

"Love you Tony. Thank you," I mumbled into his soft hair.

"You too, baby,” Tony murmured back before we both dropped off to sleep.

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