#stephen x oc

[the-royal-petals]

Welcome to HYDRA -- Stranger Things x Marvel Crossover || Chapter 4 - Talking in the Dark

Summary: Keira finally makes contact with Wong, but he isn't too happy about being forced to stay in the background.

Warnings: Implications of not taking care of self, slight angst.

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After what felt like forever, Dimitri successfully found a dark room Keira could stay in for about an hour. It wasn’t enough time to start a long meeting, but she had to do with what she had. She made a mental note to thank Dimitri, or give him some sort of reimbursement after all of this was over. 

As for what she requested, Dimitri had found some clothing HYDRA had stripped away from prisoners. Some clothing had complicated and unique patterns that ranged from snake-like rectangles going around in a circle to triangles and other geometric shapes. One item that he had found wasn’t clothing, but an amulet with a rune. One of these prisoners, or a former prisoner, definitely practised witchcraft. As she was so far up in Russia, she needed all the ‘magical’ objects she could find. 

Keira stepped into the room with the clothing and amulet hugged in her arms. Hopper followed her inside, stopping at the corner of the room where he sat down to be out of the way. Dimitri stopped at the door.

“Be careful girl, and American. The odds of this working are 1/1000. I will distract the guards for a long as possible; I can only guarantee an hour.” Dimitri warned. 

Very little light entered the room. The only light that could be seen was emitted from the door and the cracks in the wooden panels on the windows. From the markings on the floor, the room was for storage — now it’s a torture room. The smell of damp gave Keira a headache. It had a musky smell, like a pile of washing that hadn’t been cleaned in forever. Or clothes that had been left out in the rain for too long.

Keira turned to Dimitri, raising her hand as she winced, sitting down on the floor. “Could you get me two candles?” She asked, watching him stare at her with a deadpan expression. “Trust me.” 

Dimitri rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do next? Rob the bank?” He shook his head and left the room. She swore she heard a quiet chuckle come from him. 

She wouldn’t be too bothered if she didn’t get the candles, but they would provide a better connection to Kamar-Taj to do astral projection. As she waited, she scattered the surrounding clothing in a circular pattern, leaving spaces for where the candles would be. In front of her, she set the amulet. She didn’t inspect it before. Upon closer inspection, with the very little light she had, she saw green engraved into the metal. 

The first assumption would be a crystal. Or some sort of tinted green material. . . but she didn’t want to question it. 

“So, how does this work?” Hopper asked, finally breaking the comforting silence Keira had started. 

Keira glanced at him, seeing his figure barely appear in the darkness. “I’ll close my eyes and create an astral projection of myself, which’ll let me communicate with the sorcerers. I’m too far away to teleport there, or create a physical link, so I’ll try to communicate like a hologram. The candles will help me draw more natural forces to complete the ritual. She explained. 

A soft hum came from Hopper. Normally, when she explains these things, people would assume she’s crazy or talking another language. Somehow, he seemed like he could understand.

“Sounds like something Eleven could do.” He said, sounding like he was reminiscing. “She could explore somebody’s mind and memories by going into suspension liquid to locate somebody. She could also talk to them. A part of me feels like she would try to look for me, but again, I don’t think she’d want anything to do with me.” 

“How come?” She asked, fully facing him.

“We ended on bad terms. I chased away her boyfriend, who I wasn’t happy she was dating; they were being usual teenagers, breaking the rules and rebelling. I’ve never parented before so I found it hard and snapped. . . This woman I knew gave me advice. She told me to talk to them, but as you can tell, I blew it.” Hopper gave a slight laugh. A lingering sense of sadness came from his mouth. A hitched breath followed by a quiet sniffle followed. 

Keira could empathise with him. Before Wong and Stephen had sent her on the mission, she had fallen out with Stephen. The argument had happened over a book the sorcerers had retrieved a couple of months ago—a book that was sworn to never be touched. They called it ‘The Death’s Reaping.’ It was during one night she let curiosity get the best of her and everything snowballed. She destroyed a portion of the library and kill two sorcerers. 

The accident caused Stephen to snap at Keira for being ‘irresponsible,’ ‘reckless,’ and ‘a danger to society.’ Not only had she broken an oath to do no harm to any sorcerer in Kamar-Taj, she broke a direct order from Wong and Stephen. Being sent on this mission was one of many things she was going to have to do to make it up to them.

This ‘punishment’ was quite literal. 

Would they still listen to her after what she had done?

“I know what you mean.” Keira’s voice quietened. “I ended up causing a big mess back at a place we sorcerers train. I caused an explosion that killed two sorcerers and destroyed part of the building. Not only did I break a rule that the damn sorcerer supreme put into place, I ruined my damn friendship with the closest friend I have. It doesn’t help that we were already going through a rough patch anyway after he learnt about my secrets from HYDRA.” She let out an uneasy breath, feeling a hand rest on her shoulder as she set her head in her hands.

Hopper patted her back, giving her a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. “It was an accident. We all do stupid shit. . . some worse than others,” he attempted to joke, “it doesn’t make you any worse of a human being. Look, if those kids can fix their arguments and fallouts over D&D, or whatever it is. I’m sure you’ll be able to fix things with your friend. How close are you?”

“I-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, Dimitri entered the room with six candles, letting blinding light shine through the room. He held them out with a triumphant grin. The smile stretched across his face, reaching from ear to ear. 

“Girl asked for candles. I provide double.” He handed the candles over, setting them beside Keira. “I will return when you finish your. . . ritual.” 

Dimitri turned and left the room, closing the door yet again.

“We were close.” Keira answered, setting up the surrounding candles. “He helped me through the most difficult times of my life; we’ve known each other since 2012. . . but it’s been a rocky road. I care about him so much. . . so much that I would give my life for him. We’ve never been this unstable. I just wonder what changed.”

Hopper nodded.

“I completely understand. It sounds like you two were very close friends. I used to be the same. . . I pushed people away who got close to me, not because I hated them, but because I was scared.” He explained, “I did it to a woman I really care about, somebody I would give me life for.” His last words ended with him nudging Keira with a playful grin. “I can hear you blushing.”

Keira slapped his hand. “I care about him, alright? Can we stop talking so we can actually talk to them?” She snapped, reaching out her hand to light the first candle.

With a snap of her fingers, the first two candles lit on fire. As she moved her hand, the others flickered to life. Each one had its own personality. One danced higher than the other, like an authoritative soldier. Another flame hung low and wide, swaying slowly and carefree. The flame in front of her flapped excitedly. 

“Whatever you say, miss Keira, who has a crush on a sorcerer.” He teased, moving his way back to the corner. 

The soft orange glow illuminated around her, lighting up a small portion of the room. As she closed her eyes, she held her hands and clasped them together, letting a spark form. From that spark formed a square, then another square. Each one shaped into geometric shapes and patterns that resembled the unique shields the sorcerers would conjure. As she raised her hand, she froze. The surrounding candles flickered like wind blowing through trees.

Keira felt herself separate from her body, leaving the bruised and beat-up vessel behind her. She raised her hand and created a portal with a circular motion, entering Kamar-Taj through an astral portal. 

She made a B-Line towards Wong’s office, not giving a second look at the training sorcerers below her. It wasn’t like they could see her, anyway. She flew into the wall and phased through the wall, appearing on the other side. 

The moment she appeared, Wong’s head snapped towards her, eyes widening. 

“Keira?!” He sighed with relief. “Where the hell are you?! You’ve been gone for more than the required time.” 

Keira raised her hands in defence. “I’d rather not get a lecture right now. We have much more pressing matters right now,” she floated in front of him, “I’m in the north of Russia.” She explained.

Wong sat back down. “Russia? I thought we sent you to Hawkings.” 

“You did. You are right about a mystical threat. Well. . . not exactly mystical, but both mystical and physical.” She said, “I saved some kids from being captured by the treat. They call it ‘the Mind Flayer.’ It comes from another dimension called the ‘upside down.’ A direct copy of our world, but in darkness. HYDRA has taken an interest in this threat and I’ve been working on trying to keep them off the scent.” 

As she talked, Wong noted everything down, his hand scribbled furiously on the paper. “I’ll send somebody for–”

“That’s not a good idea.” She interrupted, “I’m currently at a HYDRA base. They captured me and there are people in here that I need to help. I need to get back to Hawkings because if this mind flayer goes elsewhere, there will be disastrous consequences. From what I can tell, nobody else can be involved. It’s a singular mission.” 

Deep down, she regretted saying those words. A part of her felt like she had to atone for the deaths she had caused. If she stops this threat, it would save so many lives. Wouldn’t that make up for the pain she caused those sorcerer’s families? She felt like she owed this to them.

“That is incredibly stupid, Keira. You need backup!” Wong argued, “dealing with an unknown threat can break reality and the natural law as we know it! You definitely do not know what you are getting yourself into.” 

Keira gritted her teeth, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She could feel heat build up onto her face. “You know nothing about this damn threat either! I’m with somebody who does, and he is going to help me get out of here. I don’t need any help!” She grimaced. 

“As sorcerer supreme, it is my duty to protect the world against unknown threats, and you are being incredibly ignorant for not letting me do my job. You cannot withhold information from me. If anybody else gets hurt, that’s on me.” Wong raised his voice, his body shook as he stepped forwards to Keira’s astral form.

She felt a pang come from her heart. This wasn’t what she wanted at all. The last thing she would want to do was let anybody get hurt.

“Why the hell do you think I’m not letting you send anybody? This is my mission and keeping your sorcerers at Kamar-Taj will reduce the casualties. These guys have done this before. Please believe me. . . I know what I am doing.” She insisted, letting herself take a deep breath. “I’m sorry for snapping. The last thing I want is for somebody else to get hurt.”

Wong’s head hung low. He knew when Keira wanted to do something, there was no stopping her. He felt awful knowing there wasn’t anything he could do. For the first time in his life, he’s being kept in the dark. And he hated it.

“You have two more days. If I don’t hear from you, I’m sending somebody over. I hope to Vishanti you actually know what you’re doing.” 

Keira fell into silence for a moment.

“Keep this between us, will you? The last thing I need Stephen to accuse me of is child endangerment. . . More like children’ engagement. But seriously, I don’t want him to worry. He hates me enough as it is.” 

Wong shook his head. “That isn’t true, Keira. Dislikes you because of what happens? Yes. Hates you? I wouldn’t go that far, Keira. I’ll keep this between us. Stay safe.”

Keira bowed her head and returned to her body. The view of Kamar-Taj slipped back into the room of darkness and flickering candles. Her heart continued to pound in her chest. 

Putting the candles out, she collected the candles and rested them on the side of the room. The smell was strong enough you’d swear there was a birthday party going on. 

“What did they say?” Hopper asked.

“Well. . . they promised to not charge me for any potential child endangerment.” She joked, “Wong was pretty annoyed that I’m leaving him in the dark, but I can’t risk any of them seeing me like this.

“Wait, they didn’t comment on your injuries or the fact you’re in HYDRA?”

Keira shook her head. “I kept it brief. They don’t need to know the truth. I cast an illusion spell before I got there. . .” She sighed. “They’ve given us two days to sort all of this.”

“No pressure at all. . .”

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[darsynia]

they kissed

*giggles* They sure did! And they liked it an awful lot, too. THAT'S not going to throw a wrench in anything, right?

right?

Thank you so much for your encouragement!! *twirls you*

#ask delightfulness #spinning twirls of gratitude #starksbf #animate objects #stephen x oc

[timetravellingshinigami]

I wonder what led to this?

There's no way Quaritch will be allowed to be dressed like this unless he's one of the people. Can't wait what he will have to go through to reach that level. He has to connect to Eywa at some point to do it. That'll be very interesting to see. I wonder what role Varang plays in all this.

#miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar 3 theories #avatar 3 #avatar 3 bts #norm spellman #jake sully #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x oc #Varang #oona chaplin #Stephen Lang

[rawio-star]

art dump yipppppppppe I am so tired

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

'It's Not the Years, Honey - It's the Mileage'

a Whumped Doctor Strange one-shot

Inspired by a couple of pre Multiverse of Madness articles comparing Stephen Strange to Indiana Jones😉😁

genre: whump, hurt/comfort, light humor

rating: general audience

characters: Stephen Strange, Tess O'Neill (Healer of Kamar-Taj, OFC); established relationship; Cloak of Levitation

word count: 1.9k

It was supposed to have been date night, but Stephen was overdue. Three hours overdue. Again. Tess had taken these things in stride, right from the start. After all, you can’t be lucky enough to be the significant other of the Sorcerer Supreme without being incredibly patient, understanding, and flexible. Besides which, he was always so adorable when he finally found his way home, sincere in his apologies, and more often than not, presenting her with a fresh bouquet, which he managed to conjure even before he uttered a single word. Tonight’s transgression was bound to be a two dozen roses mea culpa--and she just knew he’d make them her favorite: pale pink American Beauties.

Not that he ever needed to. His company was dear enough recompense for any time he kept her waiting. Except for the worrying, of course, but Tess had quickly adjusted to that, and so far she hadn’t made any complaint, no matter how late her Stephen managed to show up. She’d rather spend their precious time on more pleasant pursuits--and on showing him however she could, how happy he made her simply by being...him. 

And so, Tess had adjusted down their plans. First, from dinner out and a movie, to take-out and the latest blu-ray release. And then from that, to something she could whip up, quick and easy, in the Sanctum’s smaller kitchen. Stephen was bound to be hungry when he arrived, and she had a hearty pot of stew simmering on the stove and a batch of honey cornbread ready to pop into the oven while he cleaned up. 

Tess had just given the stew another stir, when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned to find Cloak looking battle singed and...well...harried. How this being without a face could express such a wide range of emotions was a continual wonder to her--but right now her immediate reaction was to ask if Stephen was alright. 

Cloak’s collar shook a clear ‘no’, and then it tugged at her arm, to get her moving. She turned off the stove and moved the stewpot to another burner, and followed Cloak down the grand staircase. And there sat Stephen on the third step, head bowed and shoulders hunched, his bloodstained tunic rent in several places. Tess’s heart leapt to her throat, though she tried to remain calm, realizing that he needed her as a Healer tonight, far more than as the woman who loved him. 

She dropped to one knee in front of him, noting that the shelf of his jaw bore a dark bruise, and that he had a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching her sure hands towards him, studying his wounds with practiced eyes, evaluating which she should address first. Thankfully, the blood on his clothing was dried, so that Tess concluded he wasn’t actively bleeding. “What happened,” she asked quietly, concerned to see him breathe shallowly, as breathing any deeper appeared to make him wince. 

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered, as she placed both of her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, searching for any internal damage. 

“Ow...ow...ow...owwwwwwww,” he grumbled, “Is this really necessary?” 

Cloak was flitting back and forth, giving the closest approximation of pacing as possible. “It certainly is, as well you know...Doctor.” To that he only grunted, then followed with a heavy groan when she palpated his lower ribs and abdomen. “Stephen,” she informed him patiently, “You’ve got at least three cracked ribs...” 

“I know,” he replied curtly, “Don’t you think I know that?”

Tess tried to placate him. “Of course you do--but there’s no need to be pissy about it. It’ll just take a simple healing spell to start them knitting properly together.” 

“I...know,” he repeated through gritted teeth, attempting to stand. Cloak had to swoop in to keep him from landing hard on his bottom. 

Tess rose and wiped her hands on her denim capris. “Cloak, can you get him up to the infirmary, so I can take care of him properly?” 

Cloak nodded, but Stephen had other ideas. “No infirmary--just get me to my room...” 

Honestly, doctors really do make the worst patients, she thought, although she held her tongue, telling Stephen instead, “Nope. It’s the infirmary for you.” He huffed, but didn’t speak up. “And that’s Healer’s orders, Stephen. I outrank you in this, at least for the moment...” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively. He handed her his sling ring, “We can portal there--it’ll be quicker and a less bumpy trip than relying on...” He wagged his head in Cloak’s direction. 

Tess had to suppress a chuckle, as Cloak’s reaction to that perceived insult was to turn its back to Stephen. “Alright,” she sighed, slipping his ring on and bringing the golden circle to life. She returned to his side and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “Just lean on me, and we’ll be there in a jiffy.” 

She could feel his aversion to appearing so needy, even as he braced himself with an arm across her shoulders, but knew well that it wasn’t on her account. Stephen generally disliked showing weakness to anyone, although as their relationship had blossomed, his trust in her had been enough for him to reveal much of what he hid from the world behind sarcasm and bravado. Tess had always taken such precious trust as both a privilege and an honor. Stiff lipped against his pain and leaning on her heavily, they hobbled through the portal and Tess led him to sit on the nearest bed. 

The infirmary was empty but for them, and she took a moment to close the portal, and then rushed to gather her supplies. Disinfectant and a basin of warm water, along with a washcloth and the softest, fluffiest towel she could conjure, for after she got him cleaned up. And bandages. Lots and lots of bandages. Tess returned to Stephen’s side to find him struggling to remove his tunic. She set down her things, telling him, “Here...let me...” 

“I’ve...got...this.” he grunted, though it was clearly hurting him to raise his arms above his head. 

“No. No you don’t,” she corrected him gently, “Please--just let me do my job, Stephen.” 

“Alright...alright...” He did his best to relax as she worked the garment over his head and off. Tess gasped at the network of contusions across his shoulders and upper chest. “Dammit, Tess...that hurts!” 

“I know, darling. I know.” To her relief, most of his bruises appeared superficial. “Let’s start by getting you cleaned up, okay.” Stephen nooded, and closed his eyes as she washed the cut on his nose, and several shallow scratches on his cheeks and chin, finally seeing to the split on his lower lip. 

Next, she addressed the wounds on his back, circling behind him and perching on the edge of the bed. She was relieved again to find that they were rather shallow as well, and made quick work of cleansing them. Tess chose that moment to speak to him as his woman, rather than as a Healer. “You know--you’re extremely fit for a man your age, darling. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful out there.”

“It’s not the years, honey...” he snorted, “...it’s the mileage...” Stephen had stiffened despite her gentle approach, but when she applied the disinfectant, he hissed out a string of very un-Stephen-like curses. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” she muttered, her patience beginning to strain.

“I’m not,” he responded petulantly. 

Coulda fooled me, she thought, but bit back that retort. A few minutes more and she had his wounds properly bandaged. Tess set aside the basin and the towel, telling him, “Now let’s see about those ribs. Do you think you can lay back? It’ll be easier that way.” 

“Of course I can,” he barked, “I’m not an invalid, you know.” 

No, you’re just the crankiest Master of the Mystic Arts that I've ever encountered. Bravest and most selfless too, so I suppose I can forgive your churlishness.

He winced when she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to ease him onto his back. Closing her eyes again, she skimmed her hands above the skin covering his damaged ribs, whispering the charm needed to bolster his body’s natural healing ability. Satisfied that she had succeeded once she could feel the spell take root, Tess pulled her hands away and opened her eyes. Stephen’s were closed, and his face had gone slack with a look of relief. Good enough, she concluded, hoping he would sleep a long while to aid in healing. 

Still, she thought she could do a little something to speed the reduction in the nastiest of his contusions--and it would be best to try while he was asleep. She reached tentative fingers to Stephen’s right shoulder. His eyes flew open with a start, “Owwwwww...that’s still tender, you know!” 

“I’m just trying to help...” 

“Well...I don’t need a nurse anymore,” he groused, “I just want to sleep.” 

“If you let me see to these now, you’ll feel much better in the morning...” Tess trailed her fingertips along his jaw, channeling her own energy into relieving his pain. “Any better?”

"A little,” he pouted, “But it hurts...almost everywhere...”

There seemed to be no pleasing him this way--but still, it was her nature to try. Exasperated, she blurted out, “Well, dammit, Stephen--where doesn’t it hurt?” 

Looking defiant, he showed her his elbow, “Here.” Tess laid the softest kiss she could upon it. 

“And...and here,” he added, pointing to his forehead, his whole demeanor softening in response to her tenderness. Cautiously, Tess leaned in and planted a loving kiss there. Momentum had turned in her favor. 

Stephen pointed to his un-blackened eye, “Um...here?”

Tess smiled softly, watching his eyes flutter shut, and then brushed her lips as lightly as she could upon his eyelid. There was a moment as her face hovered over his, and the look when he opened his eyes made her heart start to melt--for within their mercurial depths, she saw both gratitude and an apology for his childish behavior. Stephen tapped his lips and murmured, “Here.” 

She wondered if he felt her indulgent smile as their lips finally met, but before too long their kiss had gone from chaste to something deeper and more enduring, as he relaxed completely under her loving ministration. When she finally pulled away, Tess found that her kiss had worked a magic of its own, and her beloved Stephen was out like a light. 

Tess arose and draped the sheet across him lightly, then levitated the next bed over and landed it flush against his. Her hunch was that he’d sleep through the night, but she wanted to be close by if he should need her. 

Come morning, she awoke to find him gone--can’t keep a good Sorcerer down for long, she mused--but in his place, he’d left three dozen pale pink American Beauties, and a small piece of handwritten parchment. It was brief but to the point:  

Thank you, honey. For everything. Love - your Stephen xx

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[imagines--galore]

Okay HI hello I hope you're doing well!! I haven't been on tumblr for a few days, been so distracted with stuff but I've had an idea in my head for so long now I gotta share it.

Stephen Strange x Reader (ofc lmao) where Reader and him are in a secret relationship cause they know it would cause problems within the Avengers and their dangerous jobs.

One day, everyone is in the tower discussing stuff. And idk how it would lead up to it. But essentially goes like

Stephen: I'll have to ask the wife.

Tony: you have a wife. You of all people? What- did you buy some bimbo off ebay?

Essentially just absolutely dissing him not at all believing that he has a wife etc etc. And Stephen is all annoyed and says something in defense. And eventually reader goes

"The wife says no." While glaring at Tony

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: How do you come up with these brilliant ideas?!

You knew the meeting was important. It was the only time when all the Avengers were on planet, in dimension and with no missions.

A rare occurrence.

Which was why Tony Stark had decided to call in all the Avengers to discuss their most recent missions and take notes. In case there was some other threat looming over the horizon that could potentially destroy the planet.

So far, no one had reported anything out of the ordinary. And you were glad. Not only because the world was at peace for the time being, but also because it meant your husband didn't have to run off on a mission that required his expertise.

Your husband was none other then Dr. Stephen Strange.

And when it came to the nature of your relationship, no one knew.

Or perhaps some of them knew. But if they did, no one had revealed it to anyone else. Which was just how the both of you preferred it to be.

Mostly because it provided you two with the privacy that you needed, and given your line of work, the more secretive a relationship the better. If Barton could hide his entire family from the rest of the world as well as the Avengers for a good many years, then you and Stephen could hide the nature of your relationship as well.

Not that you were ashamed of it or anything. Nothing of the sort. The decision was made on behalf of the fact that the nature of your jobs was life-threatening. He had his fair share of enemies, and you had yours. And while both of you were capable of holding your own against the opposing forces, there was no harm in taking extra precaution.

Hence the secrecy of your relationship.

Though for the last few days or so, you had been discussing about getting it out in the open. At least to the rest of the Avengers.

At present you were listening to Captain America as he assigned the next set of missions to everyone. There were only a few, and you had been paired with AntMan who had waved at you. You smiled and waved back. You liked working with Scott, he was always fun to be around.

However, you did not miss the way Stephen's eyes found yours. You only gave him a small smile and a wink, knowing how much he preferred that the both of you take on missions together.

But hey, he couldn't always get what he wanted.

Just then Tony asked Stephen a question, to which your husband was a little late with his response. Prompting Tony to gaze quizzically at him.

"Feeling alright there Dumbledore? Don't want you flaking out on me during the mission." Apparently Stephen had been paired with Tony Stark aka Iron Man himself. The realization prompted you to hide your smile behind your hand.

"Stop calling me that." Stephen stated in a deadpan voice, which only served to make Tony goad him further.

"Oh lighten up. Or should I say Lumos?" This time a giggle did escape you, but you weren't the only one. Anyone who got the reference let out a small laugh at your husband's expense.

"You need to learn to take a joke Strange, but think about it? You're a single fella going on a mission where the majority of the population on the planet is female, should double your chances of getting laid wouldn't it?" Since he was already married to Pepper, Tony of course made no mention of himself being in the same category as Stephen.

You frowned, your previous mirth forgotten as you glared at Tony. You knew it wasn't his fault for making such a remark, but you still couldn't help the small sliver of jealousy as well as anger that burned in you at the thought of Stephen being around all those women. Not that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t trust females you didn’t know.

Stephen, ever the observant husband, was quick to pick up on your mood, even from sitting across the table on opposite ends. Perhaps your reaction was what compelled him to say what he did next.

"I don't know Stark, I'll have to ask the wife."

Instantly the whole atmosphere of the room changed. Everyone, even those who had their suspicions, turned to stare at the Sorcerer Supreme with a gobsmacked expression on their faces. You were one of them. You certainly hadn't been expecting him to come out and say it like that.

Tony was the first one to recover. "You have a wife? You?!" He let out a laugh of disbelief at which Stephen raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you buy her off E-Bay or something?" He continued to joke. Somehow he didn't think it possible for someone so uptight as Strange to have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.

"I mean come on Strange, if you want to lie, at least make it a convincing one." He continued with a roll of his eyes.

Stephen glared at Tony. “And why would I lie about having a wife?” The man shrugged. “You tell me. You’re the one who’s lying.”

“How about I just call her and ask?”

So saying Stephen drew our his phone from a pocket dimension and pressed dial on the number that was saved under your name.

Everyone could hear the phone ringing at the other end. What no one had been expecting was for your phone to start ringing within those first few seconds.

Your gaze was fixed on Tony’s as you picked up your phone from the table and accepted the call. Stephen instantly hit the speaker button, while you raised your phone to your ear and calmly spoke into it.

“The wife says no.” Your voice rang loud and clear, live as well as from the speaker of Stephen’s phone.

The reactions were instantaneous. While some only stared in disbelief, others were more vocal about it. Tony was the former, staring at the both of you, his brain unable to process what had just occurred. You ended the call before standing up and pretended to dust off the front of your skirt. “Husband? Would you mind taking us home now? I believe the meeting is over.”

Stephen stood as well, the triumphant look in his eyes was visible to everyone as he began to walk towards you, pulling out his sling ring as he went and sliding it on.

“Of course, my dear.”

He opened a portal to your shared rooms right behind you. Once he reached you his arm came to wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his side as he smiled at you.

“Oh and Stark? Do refrain from making remarks about my wife in the future.”

“I didn’t know you had one!” Tony defended himself. Which was true.

You smirked at him. “Well, now you do.”

With that you stepped through the portal. Though you couldn’t help but glance back one last time, if only to catch a glimpse of their still stunned faces.

Good thing your husband had a flair for the dramatics just as much as you did.

#dr strange x reader #dr stephen strange x oc #dr strange x y/n #dr strange #dr stephen strange x reader #marvel imagine

[quicksilverdaisyday]

fuck you. posts oc x canon again

#I HEART STEPHEN AND DUSTY #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvtw #scott pilgrim fanart #stephen stills #dusty day #oc x canon #canon x oc #stephen stills x oc #oc x stephen stills

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Recombinant Miles Quaritch x OC

My Little Scientist- Chapter One

Warnings: Smut themes, Minors DNI

2,182 words

Blue skin glistening with sweat moved over bulging muscles that showed years of dedication, beads of sweat dripping down a long neck before pooling at the clavicle. Gaia's tongue instinctively dipped out of her mouth to lick her lips.

"Quit eye fucking the colonel for once Gaia."

"I was not!"

She spat, tearing her eyes away from his tall form as he commanded his troupes so effortlessly in the heat of the Pandoran sun.

"Oh you so were, you've got it baaad for him."

Her good friend and fellow scientist June smirked.

"Ugh as if, that man is so.."

She trailed off, thankful to be interrupted by Mike.

"What are we talking about here ladies?"

He asked, slapping his food tray down beside them both, taking a seat next to June.

"Oh just Gaia's hopeless crush on Colonel Quaritch."

"Pahahah, oh I would not have expected that."

They both teased, much too loud for her liking as she covered her cheeks in her palms, attempting to hide her heated face.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON THE COLONEL."

She all but screeched, taking an aggressive bite from the bread roll in front of her.

"Oh so you just want to fuck him then, coz honey the way you looked at that man I thought you were about to go into heat,"

June jibed, both her and mike howling with laughter at their own hilarious nature.

"How would it even work? I mean their dicks must be at least 15 inches,"

Mike chipped in, watching intently as Junes eyes crinkled with laughter, small tear droplets forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Now who's the one thinking about their dicks?"

Gaia only mumbled, attempting to ignore them both to steal another glance at the colonel out on the field. She really didn't have a crush on him, as a scientist she just appreciated the technology it took to create such a brilliant warrior's physique- was all she thought as her eyes glazed over his massive forearms, striped like a tigers fur.

"There she goes again, earth to Gaia,"

June snapped her fingers in front of her face making her glower.

"Wow you really need to get laid,"

another man you didn't know too well mused, obviously eavesdropping on your conversation.

"Go away Abe, only me and Mike are allowed to tease Gaia, I'll absolutely destroy you if you upset my baby,"

June giggled, pinching her cheeks and cooing, causing her to swat her hand away and grumble in annoyance.

"Can you and Mike stop flirting in front of me its making me sick,"

she narrowed your eyes at Mike whilst June pretended to dry heave dramatically.

"Oh stop being grumpy because a certain someone hasn't noticed you,"

Mike Laughed halfheartedly, pushing at her forehead.

"Why don't you try and make a move Gai?"

June questioned, for once in sincerity. She were silent in thought for a moment before answering honestly.

"Come on, the Colonel's not gonna go for a girl like me,"

her eyes cast downwards a little as she attempted to hide her disappointment.

"Don't be like that, you're gorgeous trust me,"

June stroked her arm softly to cheer her up.

"You have to say that you're my friend,"

she whined, tipping her head back in frustration.

"Um I certainly do not, I can tell Mike he looks exactly like a sewer rat even though we're friends."

"Hey!"

Mike slapped her arm playfully causing them to fall into another argument as Gaia tuned out, thoughts mainly focused on a certain soldier and how they looked during strenuous physical exercise.

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After her lunch, Gaia had settled back into the lab, running through various samples of Pandoran plants, yielding fascinating results about the connection between the planet and every living being. It truly was a wonderful place and how she wished she could inhabit her very own recombinant body.

A firm knock at the door ripped her from her thoughts and her eyes almost popped out of her skull at the sight of the Colonel himself stooping underneath the doorframe to enter her own tucked away laboratory.

"ahem,"

he cleared his throat, seeming a little out of place in such a small room.

"I was told I'd find the Na'vi expert here,"

he gestured to her, keeping a wide stance with one hand resting on his belt loops.

"Um I wouldn't say expert,"

she faltered, causing his gaze to harden.

"But I mean, I'm one of the scientists currently studying the interactions between Pandora and the organisms that inhabit it,"

she babbled nervously, the catlike golden eyes in front of her causing her to stutter as they seemed intent on holding her gaze.

"Gaia Ambros?"

He questioned, raising a brow, seemingly unimpressed at her insecure nature.

"Yep that's me sir."

"Well then.."

His grimace turned into a predatory smile, eyes glowing as they bored into her own intensely,

"They tell me that you're the expert round here darlin', How's about you give me some lessons in this whole Na'vi bullshit?"

He cocked his head to the side, causing her cheeks to heat up further at the nickname as she struggled not to let her eyes drop to admire his impressive form up close.

"uh...lessons?"

She asked incredulously, biting the inside of her cheek nervously.

"That's what I said lil' darlin', I don't like repeating myself,"

he tutted, growing impatient with this drawn out conversation.

"Um, well I guess I can teach you what I know about Pandora if you want sir... when would you like me to?"

She asked, craning her neck from her seated position to meet his eyes once again.

"In the evening at 19:00 sharp, come to my office,"

he commanded, not acknowledging nor thanking her for her offer as he turned to stride away, ducking under the door frame and vanishing as quickly as he had appeared, leaving her head spinning with possibilities as she tried to refocus herself on the samples in front of her that had long since lost their intrigue.

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"He did what?"

June screeched in her ear as she tried to hush her on her way to the canteen.

"He just said he wanted lessons about Pandora,"

she attempted to speak calmly, knowing she had her first little meeting in only a few hours.

"Lessons my ass, there's gotta be another reason he wants you all alone in his office at night,"

she wiggled her eyebrows at Gaia.

"Maybe he just wants some relief after his long hard days as a Colonel, it must be so difficult,"

she mused, dropping into a deep register to impersonate his voice,

"Oh Gaia just try to fit it in, just the tip will be enough, yeah that's it, there's a good little scientist."

Gaia practically shoved her into the wall, storming off in front of her, attempting to purge the dirty scenarios out of her mind before she would have to be in a room alone with the man.

"Oh come on I was just teasing,"

June pouted at her, hoping to win her forgiveness.

"Sure,"

she murmured, taking her seat at the usual table beside Mike and a few of the other scientists. June then began a dramatic retelling of her story with the Colonel to the whole table, causing giggles to be heard all round as Gaia hung her head in shame, trying to fill the pit in her stomach with the food in front of you.

"Oh yeah, I set that up,"

Mike stated nonchalantly as he continued to eat the stew and stale bread provided by the RDA.

"You what?"

Gaia finally tuned back in, confusion set in her features as she wondered how on earth he could have.

"Pulled a few strings, got some RDA soldier mates and higher ups you know, just recommended you for one of their special missions, said you were keen to work with the Colonel yada yada... I guess it's not something they hear everyday,"

he snorted, making her eyes widen in shock for the second time that day. Cursing out at the thought that the whole ship now practically thinks she's begging for the Colonel's dick and she wished the ground could swallow her then and there.

"You can thank me later,"

he smirked, patting her back smugly as she sat stunned, still processing the news.

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7pm unfortunately rolled around far too quickly and Gaia trudged her feet towards the huge recombinant Colonel's office, somewhat terrified of what would occur.

"Well there you are goldilocks, you gonna come in or stand there all day?"

Herr mouth ran dry, looking up at the sneering man as he gestured her into his office- equipped with an enormous chair, desk, even a Na'vi sized coffee mug sat on the table. It all made her feel a bit like Alice in wonderland if she was honest.

"Yes sir,"

she mumbled, stepping in tentatively and looking around in bewilderment

"Oh take a seat wherever you want darlin',"

he jutted his chin out, referencing her awkward stance as he calmly lowered himself in the chair behind his desk. So she took the liberty of attempting to drag another large chair to the opposite side of the table in order to face him, failing miserably as she found she was unable to even move the thing an inch, huffing in frustration at the pathetic display.

"Oh right, sorry there,"

a voice rang out from behind her and the chair was lifted from her hands by two much larger blue ones to place it effortlessly in the location she'd been struggling so much to bring it to. Half of her wondered if the colonel had purposefully not moved the chair prior to her arrival to watch her suffer.

"Um thanks,"

she murmured, blushing darkly as she eventually slumped down in the large chair, making an effort not to brush her legs with her superior.

"So what have you got for me today goldilocks?"

The nickname made her squint in annoyance, she'd almost prefer if he'd just come out and call her a dumb blonde.

"I was going to teach you about the connection between Pandora and the Na'vi people,"

she straightened herself out, watching him raise his eyebrows and smirk, his eyes telling her to go ahead.

She continued with her little speech for a while, as the Colonel eventually leaned his head on his hands, eyes studying her face curiously and allowing their legs to lean together comfortably in the tight space.

After an hour had passed she deemed it long enough and decided to end the lesson.

"Well that was... interesting,"

Colonel Quaritch mused, showing his fangs a little when he spoke.

"Hmm I'm glad you thought so,"

she replied attempting to ignore his sarcasm.

"Well I'd better get going,"

she began to push herself up from the chair but a foot knocked her leg out from under her, causing her to fall back down. She glared at the culprit, only causing his smug smile to widen.

"Not so fast sunshine, I have another proposition for you."

She gulped nervously, why did the question sound so suggestive coming from his mouth?

"u-m and what would that be sir?

"Calm down brainiac I'm not gonna force you to... anyway.."

he coughed, laughing to himself.

"I'm going on a mission to the Na'vi forest in the next three days, I would like you to accompany me and my troupes to help us...connect with 'Eywa'."

He seemed disbelieving of her teachings but nevertheless, she'd never pass up the chance to see Pandora up close.

"Absolutely Sir,"

she rocked forward in your chair in sheer excitement.

"Well then, ain't that outstanding"

He clapped a hand down on her shoulder, the force leaving shockwaves ringing through her body, reminding her of how pathetically weak she was in comparison with both the recombinants and any Na'vi people she might stumble upon during the mission.

"Sir,"

she tested the waters before propositioning her question to him. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, before quickly withdrawing his hand as though he may have offended her.

"I have a question for you."

"Well ask away sunshine I haven't got all day."

He crossed his arms over his chest, causing the muscles in his arms to strain against his taut skin, rippling whenever he shifted slightly.

"Well It's just as a human I'm so weak,"

she paused watching a smirk appear on his lips.

"In return for helping you and your soldiers, I'd like to request my own recombinant body."

"Ahh, I see sunshine, I think that can be arranged for you... since you've been so generous."

He looked down at her mockingly, though soon she hoped they would be on equal footings, more or less. She nodded at him, starting to leave, hoping he wouldn't kick her back into her seat again.

"See you in three days cupcake, don't make me wait."

He called after her and she had the slightest feeling his eyes were burning holes into her back as she sauntered away, feeling quite proud of the arrangement she'd come to.

#navi quaritch #miles quaritch #stephen lang #miles quaritch x OC #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron #avatar movie #colonel quaritch

[the-royal-petals]

Welcome to HYDRA - Stranger Things x Marvel Crossover

Description:

Keira Johnstone, an ex-SHIELD Agent, now Sorcerer, has been captured after protecting a group of kids from an attack from the Mind Flayer. Now trapped in HYDRA for the 3rd time in her life, she has almost accepted her fate.

For months, she has been hatching a plan to escape, however it is impossible to execute alone. When an American prisoner is introduced to the camp, who has crucial information about the threat she is investigation, she invites him to her small team to escape the base.

She knew now that things were going to be okay.

[ Stranger Things season 4 spoilers ]

[ Multiverse of Madness spoilers ]

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Warnings: Gore Mention, Violence,

Notes:

Keira Johnstone is my OC who you will be seeing in an upcoming story called "Sacred Oaths." This will help you get a feel of Keira's character :3

This story is also inspired by Stranger Things 3 and 4, not everything will be accurate and a few things have been changed.

I haven't wrote anything for Stranger Things before so some people may not be in character. I hope you can give this fic a chance <3

This is a Stephen Strange x OC thing!

[ Current Chapter ] - [ Chapter 2 ] - [ Chapter 3 ] - [ Chapter 4 ] - [ Chapter 5 ]

Chapter 1 -- Welcome to HYDRA

Keira has lost count of how long she has been stuck in here. Even now, she never regretted saving those kids. She would do it again if it meant they were going to be safe; even if it meant she had to suffer in the meantime. It wasn’t like she hadn’t suffered before. She is no stranger to it.

HYDRA captured her Seven months ago, after she ran into a group of mercenaries that had been hunting a mystical threat. They told her the threat came from another world — another dimension of sorts. They named it ‘The Upside Down’ and  the threat, ‘The mind flayer.’ Stephen and Wong had sent Keira out to investigate; what seemed like a small mission, led one thing to another. During the mission, the Mind Flayer captured the kids, tying them up onto chairs and strapped them against the wall, unable to move a muscle. It was a 50/50 choice: Save the kids and risk your own life, or run away and risk 5 lives. Of course Keira had a heart.

Why would she risk their lives?

Not long after she had saved them, HYDRA caught up and captured her, sending her back into their base – yet again living out that same nightmare she could never escape from.

The cells were just like all the other bases. If not worse. The walls were crumbling and gathered rot and mould. Blood covered the walls from where previous prisoners sat; in some of the walls bullet holes could be seen. The prisoners were forced to sit and sleep on the damp floor; the bench was practically unusable. While Keira had accepted her fate, the other prisoners set their jackets and other materials they could get their hands on and put them on the floor to keep themselves dry; no matter what, they still got wet.

Everyone in the cell had one thing in common,  they were all broken. Shattered. Each had their own story to tell, their own lives, and yet they had one thing in common; they were trapped. Each day, they would relive the past and torture with no hope of escaping. If Keira could get captured so easily, a SHIELD agent to be exact, how would anyone else escape?

Food was given to the prisoners every two days. They’d get a small roll of bread, and a candy bar, along with a small carton of juice. Training in SHIELD told the agents to ration the food out as much as possible, making sure they’d have enough energy to fight back for when the time comes. Unfortunately, with how little food the prisoners got, some had lost weight and even strength to fight back.

Keira, however, was in a far worse state than the other prisoners. What they received was mercy. Blood covered her face and matted hair, streaking down from her forehead. Her armour was torn in various places and her shirt hung by a thread, revealing cuts and dirt-covered wounds. Seven cuts spreaded across her face, one beneath her eye, three on her right cheek, one below her jaw and two on her left cheek. A black eye on her left restricted how much she could see, making it much harder to fight or navigate. 

Those weren’t the worst of her injuries. She was sure she had a couple broken ribs, a sprain on her right ankle, a stab wound on her stomach and a slash wound on her back, reaching from the top right of her shoulder to her lower middle back. These were the same injuries HYDRA gave her in 1993. 

HYDRA’s abuse was normal to Keira. Their shouts and screams became second nature like breathing – but she couldn’t breathe. Every breath felt like needles were being driven into her skin, piercing into her lungs. Her lungs were on fire. If HYDRA wasn’t going to kill her, sepsis or any other illnesses were going to catch up to her. 

Keira could feel the sweat building up on her forehead. Her muscles felt like cement, aching in every area imaginable, pulsating and tightening with every inch she breathed. The cuts on her body weren’t hearing as well as she would’ve liked. It wasn’t like the guards were going to be doing anything. It was a miracle she stayed alive for this long. 

It would be merciful to let her die.

Keira laid on the floor, her staggered breath was heard in the silence of the upper portion of the base.  The door swung open to reveal a guard and a new prisoner. He had a clean shaven head, dusted in snowflakes and dirt. The guard shoved him and slammed the door shut. She watched as the male pounded on the door, demanding to be let out. All sorts of profanities and exclamations were said. She could remember when she was that merciless; if she was well enough, she would be able to take this entire base down with her magic.

“YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET THIS YOU COMMIE BASTARDS!” The male screamed, sending a final punch to the gate. All of the prisoners stared at the man. It was like they were pitying the man – he didn’t know what he was in for.

“You can shut the hell up.” Keira groaned, “they’re not going to let you out. You can quit your damn banging.” She glared at the man, pushing herself upright with the help of the broken bench, inhaling sharply as pain shot throughout her body. 

The male stared at Keira. 

“What the hell did they do to you?” He asked.

“Заткнись!.” ( Shut up! ) A prisoner stood up, standing square with the male. Their eyes lit with fire and anger, irritated with this imposter. “Нет вопросов.” ( No questions. )

The male rolled his eyes, looking back down at Keira. She seemed to be the only English speaking person in the room right now.  “I don’t speak Russki, asshole!” He growled, pushing the prisoner back, “I don’t even want to be here!”

Keira had to bite her tongue. Should she interfere? A part of her screamed at her to ignore them and see how it played out. Her instincts of being a SHIELD leader kicked in.

“Перестаньте разговаривать” (STOP TALKING! ) Keira snapped, her voice was strained, making it much harder to emphasise her words. “You, stop. I don’t want to be here any more than you do, okay mate? Look, I’ve been here for almost a year. You’ve been here for ten minutes. Stop your whining. Stop complaining and suck it up. You’re stuck. Deal with it.” She went to reach for her leg where her gun holster would be, instead she felt nothing. 

The male froze in place, so did the prisoner. The prisoner backed away and sat down, leaving the male be. In the prison, Keira earned some of the prisoner’s respect, being brave enough to stand up to the guards and even landing a blow on a few of them. That’s how she earned some of her injuries. Though, when she stopped fighting, so did the Russians. 

Awkwardness filled the air.

The male glanced around the floor, his eyes searched for a place to sit down. He went to the broken bench and sat on the wood, the only partially dry part of the entire room. 

“Are you the only one who speaks English?” He asked, attempting to put the awkward moment behind him. 

Keira half-shrugged. “Not really. Some people speak English, though it’s quite broken. I’m the only fluent one,” she said quietly, avoiding full eye contact. She didn’t need to get to know him. The majority of people here end up dead anyway. 

“And you speak Russian.” 

“Yep.” 

The male nodded.

“How’d you end up here?”  He asked, leaning back against the wall. He had to try his best to not stare at her injuries. If the Russians were as bad as he thought they were, then this was the calm of the storm. There was no getting out of here. 

“None of your damn business.” Keira glared. . . or as well as she could with the black eye she had.  She was groggy, bored as hell, and definitely not in the mood for an interrogation from this American

The next three hours were filled with nothing besides a guard dropping off food at the door for the prisoners. With the outrage from the male, or ‘American’ as the Russians are now calling him, the guards have given them less food. Any sort of backlash or confrontation to the guards would always end up with some sort of consequences. It always depended on what it was. The worst punishment that they were given was being sent outside into the snow for a couple of hours.

For them, she created a small fire for the prisoners. That was one of many things that developed the Russian’s respect for her. 

It was moments like these she was glad to be associated with the sorcerers. If she had her sling-ring with her, then she would be able to portal them and herself out;  but thanks to HYDRA removing every kind of weapon on her, she was left with nothing. The only thing she was glad for was that none of the agents knew how to use the sling-ring. 

She wondered what Stephen and Wong were doing right now. To them, they were probably thinking she was still investigating the new threat. Usually, these investigations took a long time, sometimes ending up with no contact — little did they know how much harm this would do. Deep inside, she really wanted to be back at Kamar-Taj, listening to Wong’s complaints about Stephen’s music choices, or being smothered to death by the affectionate sentient cloak. (Which she nicknames ‘Cloaky.’) 

Stephen was the person she missed the most. The person she hoped would come and rescue her and the others. Despite what people said about him being arrogant and egotistical, she saw something much more  than that. She saw him care for others and look after them. Recently, they had rescued a young teenager named ‘America Chavez’ from Wanda’s wrath. 

From the first time she met him, when he was a doctor, to now when he has become one of the most respected sorcerers in the Mystic Arts, he has changed a lot. 

Eventually, a guard opened the door and stepped inside. “Up.” The guard commanded, pointing to the group. Keira was the first person to stand, pushing herself to her feet using the wall for leverage. The American held out his hand to help her, which she hesitantly accepted. 

“Where are we going?” He whispered, watching the other prisoners stand up in sync. 

“Do you really think we are going to be sitting in here all day?” She whispered back, leaning close to him. “We need to work.” 

The American stared at her in shock. “Wait. Work? In that state?”

Keira shrugged and pushed away his hands, shaking her head. “Welcome to HYDRA.”

[ Next Chapter ]

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things s4 #stephen strange #Marvel #Crossover #fanfic #Hopper #Eleven #Hawkings #HYDRA #No beta reader #stephen x oc #ao3 #stephenstrange #America Chavez #cloak of levitation

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

can't compare // 1

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Nobody likes being anyone's second choice.

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

MASTERLIST

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Y/N downed the rest of the expensive champagne in her flute to drown out the way her boyfriend of only six months kept staring at the other woman across the room. She wasn’t stupid, she knew who Christine was and she cursed herself for even agreeing to attend this function with Stephen in the first place.

Stephen’s blue eyes followed every move Christine made as she worked her way around the room filled with his ex-colleagues and acquaintances. He had forgotten about the lady he brought with him the moment she set foot into the room. Stephen admired the way Christine looked in her emerald coloured dress that fit her like it was hand tailored to fit her; she looked gorgeous.

“I’m going to-”

“Stephen? I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” 

Y/N grabbed another flute of champagne from the server passing with a full tray and brought it up to her lips, rolling her eyes as Christine hugged Stephen. The pair fell into immediate conversation with each other and Y/N didn’t bother to remind either of them of her presence. Tightening her grip on her clutch, she downed the contents of her glass and left them behind, heading straight to the terrace for some fresh air.

Y/N leaned on the railing, allowing herself to enjoy the cold breeze and the quiet atmosphere. The light hum of the music playing inside could be heard through the glass door that separated her from the rest of the dinner guests. 

All she wanted to do right now is to go home and swap her satin sapphire dress she had on for a big t-shirt and remove the make-up she applied to complete the look. She wished that she didn’t choose to wear something that restricted her from being able to scale her way down the side of the building. 

Y/N wasn’t one to get jealous over another woman making it known that her boyfriend was handsome as ever but when it came to Christine, she had every right to be. She only got to know about Christine the morning she picked up his watch to check the time and felt the engraving behind it. She asked him about it and her asking about it led to a silly argument that didn’t last very long. 

“Darling?” Stephen placed his hand on the exposed flesh of her lower back pulling her out of her head. Scoffing, she stepped to the side to put some distance between them; the expensive cologne she loved so much was intoxicating and she couldn’t allow herself to fall right into his arms after what happened back there.

“Oh, so you remembered I was here?”

“Hunnie let’s not do this tonight, please.” Stephen knew where this conversation was headed and he wanted to avoid what’s to come, especially in a public setting like this.

“Let’s not do what Stephen?” 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you back there like that, I d-”

“Save it, Strange. You still love her and don’t even try to deny it.” Stephen stuffed his hands into his pockets, focusing his gaze on the ground. She was right, he was still very much in love with Christine but he was also in love with her.

“Ever since that morning with the watch I kept telling myself that I should’ve ran for the hills but instead I stayed thinking that you’d feel the same way about me.” Y/N didn’t realise that she was crying until her tears dripped from her chin.

“I do love you.”

“You don’t, be honest with yourself! You have never once looked at me the way you looked at her tonight. You forgot that I was here with you tonight and not her.” Stephen reached out to wipe her tears away but she stepped closer to the door.

“I will never compare to her, I’m not her! You know what, I’m done.” He tried to stop her from walking off but failed as she pulled away from him yet again.

“Y/N, we could make this work. Yes, Christine is still a part of my life and I wish I didn’t feel something for her but she was the first person who understood me. I’m always going to care about her but I love you, Y/N.”

“You don’t and I’m not going to be anyone's second choice. Goodbye, Stephen." 

Stephen called out for her but she was already gone, his brain was telling him to go after her but his legs were frozen in place. He watched as she disappeared in the crowd through the glass door. 

"Shit!" 

He cursed himself for being so stupid, he just watched the best thing to happen in his crappy ass life walk right out of it all because he couldn't seem to shake his feelings for the woman who's now taken by another man.

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blast! another one >:3

Octavia x Francis because.why.not!!

(and yes I know Francis does not...Smoke)

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Fractured Soul

Characters: Thiego Strange and Estella Strange

warnings: violence, angst

fandom: marvel

summary: Driven mad by loss, Thiego Strange unleashes darkness; hunting his sister through realities to save her from her death as the evil Darkhold corrupts his soul, damning him forever in the abyss of his creation.

The multiverse swirled around Thiego as he drifted between worlds, shadows of other lives glimpsed through tears in reality. Always he searched, guided by the cold whispers of the Darkhold.

This time, he found purchase in a form all too similar. His grey eyes opened to a mirrored Sanctum, then narrowed as dark magic surged within stolen flesh.

"Stella?" His voice, though not his own, echoed through empty halls. No reply came, setting his new heart racing.

Rushing through familiar rooms revealed only dust and silence. "Hermana, where are you?" Panic rising, Thiego tore through portals to the other dimensions, seeking any trace of her light.

In the mirror dimension, he finally stopped short. On the ground lay a girl, dark hair splayed in a halo of blood. His hands shook as he knelt, rolling her still form over to find eyes devoid of life gazing back, empty of the joy they once held.

A tear slipped down his stolen cheek, but no more sorrow could be felt - only an all-consuming rage. "Who did this to you?" he hissed, gathering Stella's fragile frame in twisted arms.

A presence intruded then, and Thiego whirled to see his alternate self staring in horror at the scene. "What have you done?" the other gasped, backing away in fear and disgust.

His voice a growl, Thiego advanced on the trembling form before him. "I? I have done nothing. But you...you failed to protect her." With a maddened cackle, dark magic writhed between his clenched fists. "For that, you must pay the ultimate price."

The other's screams rent the air, but Thiego felt only a grim satisfaction as he watched the final vestiges of light fade from wide, betrayed eyes. Another Thiego fallen, another Stella lost, but he felt one step closer to his goal - to undo his crimes, no matter the cost.

The sound of shattering reality echoed in the void as Thiego strode between worlds once more. His stolen body lay lifeless where he'd left it, another failure to add to a growing pile of ashes.

He emerged in a city under siege, spells and explosions lighting the chaotic night. A version of himself fought valiantly below, sending bursts of magic towards an advancing horde. But for all his skill, he was outnumbered - and so was she.

A flash of dark hair caught Thiego's eye, and his stolen heart froze. Stella battled back-to-back with her brother, protecting civilians as they fled destroyed buildings. But a mutant slipped through their defenses, claws slicing through the air.

Time seemed to slow as horror rooted Thiego in place. A screech, and Stella crumpled; his counterpart's anguished screams echoed her name to the uncaring stars.

Rage turned his vision red once more. With a wave of crackling energy, Thiego swept the remaining beasts from this world. The other sank to his knees amid the carnage, cradling Stella's still form as sobs wracked his bleeding form.

"You failed," Thiego hissed, dark presence announcing his arrival. Twinned grey eyes, one pair drowned in tears, snapped up to meet his cold gaze.

"I tried—" a hoarse whisper was all that could be uttered past guilt and grief.

A sneer twisted Thiego's face, corrupted by the blood on his hands and madness in his heart. "Not hard enough." Dark magic curled around clenched fists, eager to deliver punishment upon this broken shell who dared call himself Sorcerer Supreme.

Time lost all meaning as Thiego traveled the endless paths between lifelines. Stella's death played out in infinite variations, each one tearing him further into the abyss.

He saw her cut down in battle, ravaged by plague, struck down by common illness - any fate but growing old at his side was unacceptable. And with each failure came retribution, another version of himself destroyed for his inability to keep her safe.

Some Thiegos begged for the mercy of his blade, madness and grief consuming them from within. Others raged and wept, but met their end all the same upon his hands of twisting shadow.

He witnessed Stellas perish by manipulation, falling prey to those who sought to use her gift for evil. Times when even her power could not withstand the horrors that crept in shadows.

And through it all, the Darkhold fueled his rage, whispers dripping promises of undoing the past if only he had the strength to pay its price. Reality unraveled around the edges as Thiego plunged deeper into the void between, losing even the memory of why he quested to begin with.

All that remained was the cold need winding through his veins, to save her or punish any who failed - an endless, maddened loop with no escape but the complete destruction of all that ever was. His soul shattered into fragments scattered across infinities, leaving only an unleashed darkness in his place.

Months passed in the blink of an eye as Thiego drifted through reality itself, shattered psyche clinging to the ruins of a single goal - to undo what could not be changed.

He lost count of the Thiegos destroyed, the endless Stellas who slipped forever from his grasp no matter what path he took. All that remained was the howling emptiness and the Darkhold's cruel song, promises twisting into darker vows with every failure.

Time came when he could no longer remember why he quested, what face belonged to the light he chased through the long tunnels between worlds. There was only the seductive whispers from aged pages, realities unraveling at his merest thought as the book's pull overwhelmed his ravaged mind.

It was then that Thiego returned to his original universe, the first ghostly remnants of a life now lost to the ravages of torment. But where once stood a shining Sanctum and loved ones, now only ruins remained in his wake.

Here, in these bones of a dead world, the last shreds of his sanity fell away into the waiting jaws of the Darkhold. With a wave of crackling darkness to mirror the void within, Thiego rent reality asunder, tearing down all that yet stood with howls of maddened grief and rage.

In the smoking ashes of creation, only he stood amid a dead, formless waste wrought by his hand alone. The Darkhold's calls were silent now, its dark spells fully imprinted upon his blackened soul with none left to enact further tragic mercy upon.

Alone in the frigid dark he had made, the broken remnants that were Thiego Strange knew only an eternal abyss, damned to wander lifeless eternities with only memories of lost lights to keep him company in the lonely dark.

welp, enjoy this tiny bit of angst 😁

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Absolutely obsessed with these two so ur gonna see them a lot I'm (not) sorry <333

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories

a Stephen Strange x Hope Collins fic

Part One

genre: fluff & Christmas to begin with; angst, catharsis, with healing later...and as always, love❤️💚

characters: Stephen Strange, Hope Collins (OFC), established relationship

word count: approximately 3.1k

moodboard by the very generous @strangelock221b 💙🩵💜

Stephen should have known that he had fallen in love with a Christmas person. Should have been prepared for what was in store for him come late November. Hope's enthusiasm for all things Yuletide was exactly in keeping with her nature--and of course, she had no way of knowing that when it came to Christmastime, his past had shaped him into a bit of a Grinch.

A week or so before Thanksgiving, she'd brought a mysterious shopping bag to the Sanctum and set it discretely in a corner of the living room portion of his suite. When he'd asked what was inside, she'd flashed him a pert smile and smiling eyes as she answered, "Darling, that's for me to know, and you to find out. Eventually." Then sashayed away, humming 'Good King Wenceslas'. Yup, he should've known then that Hope was...was very much a Who.

They had shared a quiet, homey Thanksgiving; Hope had eagerly prepared a little feast for them, along with far too many desserts prepped in a flurry of baking in the 48 hours ahead of time. "There's supposed to be an abundance of leftovers," she had insisted when Stephen groused that they could never finish it all, "And in my family tradition, the freezer was always stuffed with packages of turkey, potatoes, and what have you--enough for a meal a week 'til nearly Christmas." And she'd relished the sight of him digging into those leftovers--along with a healthy serving of her apple-ginger pie--as a midnight snack, looking every bit the adorable 'told ya so' when she grabbed a fork to help him polish off the pie.

When they'd finally settled into bed and snuggled close, Stephen was happy to tell Hope it had been his best Thanksgiving in decades--and that perhaps it could be the start of traditions of their own. "Good," she replied, kissing his neck and then resting her head on his shoulder, "There's more I'd love to share with you. If you don't mind...starting tomorrow."

Stephen's own family traditions always felt like dusty, ancient history now; memories he seldom allowed himself to dwell upon for the heartbreak of the losses of his sister Donna, and later his mother Beverly, who had never fully recovered emotionally from Donna's death. He sighed hard, not wishing to spoil the moment, but feeling he should give his love fair warning. "If it's Christmas related, Hope--I'm really not that guy..."

"Oh, Stephen..." she started to protest.

"I don't wanna disappoint you, honey, but I...I gave up Christmas a loooong time ago..."

"Gave up Christmas?" Hope tutted. "You don't strike me as a Scrooge..."

"I'm not. Of course I'm not," he countered gently, "There's just a lot of...baggage...that I gave up carrying. Decades ago." For my own peace of mind, he thought but didn't add. "I mean, I'll be happy to see how you embrace the season, Hope, but um..."

He felt more than heard her sigh, understanding that she would not be deterred--while well aware that as ever, whatever form her persuasion would take would be gentle. Patient. Quiet. Stephen couldn't help but love that about her.

"Alright," she told him, laying her palm above his heart, which he always found soothing. "I promise to be mindful of your...baggage...if you help me with just one tradition tomorrow."

Stephen's turn to quietly sigh with his intent to cooperate, "Just the one? Seems a fair bargain to make...if you can stick to it."

"Just the one--I promise," Hope laughed softly, "And after that, well...I'll go about my Christmasing without the sort of fuss that might bother you."

Though he could practically feel the wheels in her head turning to come up with a way to change his view of the season, he chuckled, "It's a deal then. So what will we be doing tomorrow?"

"Getting a tree, of course. That's my mom's thing. Tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving...and comes down on New Years Day. Although, since I've been on my own, I keep it up however long I want. It's an excellent remedy for the mid-winter doldrums."

"A tree it'll be, then," he promised, reaching to turn off his bedside lamp, "And then I'm out."

"Like a light", Hope assured him. "Now, do you wanna be the big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

"Big," he replied, flipping onto his side, then sliding his arm around her waist when she turned to fit herself against him. Stephen brushed his lips on her ear, "For what it's worth, honey, I hope you have some sugar plum dreams tonight."

"Thanks, Stephen," she murmured, clearly on her way to sleep, "Love you too."

By the time Hope awoke the next morning, Stephen had already worked out a plan to keep his promise. One which would involve him in as little Christmas fuss as possible. A quick online search had yielded a few spots in the Village itself where they could find fresh cut trees. After breakfast, he discreetly portaled the two of them to a side street off of Hudson Street, where they found a popular Christmas market adjacent to a city park.

Hope had been so delighted by his initiative that he had felt it necessary to remind her that this would be his sole contribution to the Christmas decorating. She had batted her eyes prettily with her reply, "As you wish," but to Stephen, it had felt more like she was saying, "We'll see about that."

They settled on a seven foot Balsam fir, which Stephen had insisted on paying for out of his Sanctum Master's monthly stipend. The warmth of the lingering kiss she pressed to his cheek in thanks was absolutely worth that investment, and Hope's happiness was a gift that thoroughly warmed his heart. Being quite pleased by how swiftly they'd accomplished their chore--and surprised that the task felt far more pleasant than he'd anticipated--Stephen arranged to have the tree delivered to Bleecker Street by mid-afternoon.

Hope had wandered over to a group of stalls featuring hand-crafted Christmas decorations, and by the time he joined her, she had a small brown shopping bag in hand. He offered her his arm, "Shall we?"

"Shall we what," she countered impishly.

"Head back home."

"Oh...well...", she bit her lip, mulling over her answer for a few moments, "You go on ahead, darling. There's just a few more things I'd like to pick up..."

Stephen hummed, studying her face for any sign that this was a coy play to get him to stay after all. Seeing only sincerity, he found himself offering to stick around anyway. "Thanks, but no, Stephen," she assured him, "I shouldn't be too long--and I did promise not to bother you beyond the tree. You won't even have time to miss me; I'm sure I'll get there before the tree even does."

Stephen hadn't expected her to be so easily accommodated. "Are you sure, honey? I can spare a while longer if...if you'd like me to."

Hope moved in close, placed her hands on his shoulders, and kissed his other cheek. "I appreciate the offer, darling," she husked, "But how about you get a nice fire going in the hearth in your quarters, so they'll be all toasty for when I decorate the tree this afternoon?" She backed away and beamed him a smile, then turned to explore the market further without a further word.

Stephen stood on the sidewalk, the relief at being let off the expected Christmas hook colored with the surprising disappointment that Hope hadn't even tried to ask for more beyond her promise. She's probably got other plans in mind, he decided; bet she's just softening me up for that. Hands tucked deep into his coat pockets against the growing chill in the air--they'd begun to ache in the way that told him snow was on the way--he headed back to the side street, and portaled back home.

The snow arrived before Hope did, with the tree being delivered about a half-hour later. By then, Stephen had a crackling fire going in the hearth and had even used magic to set up a tree stand before one of the front windows of the living room.

Rosy-cheeked from the cold and bearing two Balsam wreaths decked with red ribbons, sprigs of holly & berries, and mini white lights, Hope appeared to be the embodiment of Christmas cheer. "I figured now that it's no secret that a magical building is part of the neighborhood," she explained in answer to the question in his eyes, "You'd at least want the Sanctum to look a little festive..."

Stephen gave a heavy sigh as he conceded that point to her. And though she didn't ask, he cast a spell to keep the wreaths in place on the Sanctum's double doors, with reinforcement to keep them fresh and green for however long they hung there. He would go on to use the same spell for the Christmas tree awaiting decorating in his quarters.

After lunch, Hope practically shooed Stephen from the room when she began to string lights on the fragrant evergreen. With a vintage selection of Christmas carols playing in the background, she was determined to keep her promise to him. "Besides, I'd like to surprise you with the ornaments I've picked. So go keep busy with whatever wizarding stuff is on your agenda, and I'll come get you for the big reveal."

Lazy snowflakes continued to fall well past dusk, looking pretty and perfectly seasonal outside the Sanctum windows, though little stuck to the streets and pavements. Hope had finally popped her head past the door to his study several hours after she'd sent him away and invited Stephen to come check out the product of her efforts. Her excitement felt contagious--and once he spied the tree, Stephen knew she had good reason for her enthusiasm.

She had dimmed the lights for maximum effect, showing off the slow, steady twinkle of the white lights that graced every branch of the tree. The ornaments were a mix of dark blue and gold bells and balls, variously sized, and many of them sprinkled with golden glitter. Featured among them were larger, glassblown ornaments shaped as suns, moons, and stars, as well as other traditional celestial symbols. The total effect was breathtaking--and a telling reminder that Hope was an Artist, deep down to her soul.

Watching him take in the full picture, her eyes sparkled with joyful anticipation of his response. Stephen's jaw had dropped, and he remained speechless as he circled the tree before he came to stand at Hope's side, pulling her to him with one arm around her back. "This is...marvelous, honey. Fantastic. Beautiful...and...and..."

"And nearly perfect for a Master of the Mystic Arts," she replied, a slight tremor in her voice, "Don't you think so, anyway?

Stephen nodded and laid a kiss on top of her head. "I can't imagine anything more perfect, Hope," he agreed, his voice grown thick with emotion. "You were planning this for a while, weren't you?"

"Only since mid-September," she laughed, then pointed to a stained-glass disk depicting the zodiac circling a stylized sun. "I saw that one at a craft fair, and it just sort of...inspired...the whole thing."

"I should've expected something this..." Stephen searched for the perfect word to describe not only the tree, but the sentiment her gift had him feeling, "...grand...from you, honey. Grand. Grand and perfect."

"It's actually a little short of perfect, Stephen," she confessed difidently.

"No, Hope...honey...it's perfect for me," he insisted, "Both as a wizard and as a man."

"I don't mean in that way, darling. It's...it's unfinished," she sighed, motioning to the crowning branch. "It's in want of a star."

"Aaaaaaah." Stephen let the moment linger before smirking, "And is that by design, or just something you overlooked?"

"I just can't reach it," came her plaintive, honest reply.

"I see." Stephen could feel how hard she was trying not to ask for his help, in light of her promise to him. How dear that was to him! A simple yet lovely truth about this woman he loved. How could he not offer to help? "You know, I wouldn't mind adding the finishing touch, honey. If you'd allow me to, of course."

"I suppose that'll be alright, darling. If you wouldn't mind too terribly."

"Not at all," he told her, truthfully. "Do you have one, or shall I conjure something to match your theme?"

"Hold on," she replied, making a beeline to a dark pink box perched on the side table by the sofa. Hope removed an object swathed in tissue paper, unwrapping it very gingerly when she returned to his side. "This star is over a hundred years old. It came to America with my great-grandmother when she arrived from Ireland back in 1921. It passes to the eldest daughter in each generation..."

"And you're the lucky winner," Stephen observed in a hushed tone, immediately adopting the same reverence with which Hope handled the fragile antique.

"Yes," she sniffled softly. "Mom was the middle child, but her older sister didn't have any girls, so when she passed, it came to me. That was during The Snap years. Once she came back, my mother never really recovered from finding out her sister had died alone, without the comfort of family near."

Stephen's first thought was of his mother, Beverly, and of the colorless Christmases between Donna's death and her own. In the face of Hope's bittersweet revelation, he couldn't bring himself to express his observation; that grief had been his mother's cause of death as well.

Hope took note of the pain that briefly flickered across his features. "Stephen, are you alright? You looked so sad, all of a sudden."

"Oh, honey, I'm just...just so, so sorry for your loss. I know that grief doesn't take holidays, and there are times it hits so hard, it feels like the one we've lost...that it only happened yesterday." Mindful of the crystal star in his hands, he drew Hope into his arms, then rested his chin atop her head. "But the best comfort, I'm told, is remembering the best of times you shared with them."

The smallest voice in his head gave an ironic retort. Doctor, why don't you take your own advice and heal yourself for a change? Share your story with Hope, and by doing so, maybe you can put your own ghosts to rest.

Maybe so, he told himself. But not now; not tonight. I'm not ready to face that kind of pain just yet. And the small voice answered: of course you aren't. It seems you never are.

Stephen shook off that moment of weakness--as he always did. And with the gentlest charm he could manage, he floated Hope's star to the top of the tree and fixed it safely in place. That drew from Hope her prettiest smile, so that he dared a change of subject. "Well, in light of the heavy lifting I've just done, I think it's time we fix ourselves some turkey and gravy sandwiches and maybe watch 'The Grinch'. It's one of the few Christmas movies I actually enjoy."

"Jim Carey or the DreamWorks one," Hope asked as they headed, arm in arm, toward the closer of the two Sanctum kitchens.

"Jim Carey," he asserted with a grin, "The other is far too sentimental for my liking."

[to be continued🎄]

If you enjoyed this little fic so far, you can read more about how Stephen & Hope met and fell in love in my stories 'Friday in the Park with Stephen' (meet-cute, flirtation & fluff), and 14,000,604 (hurt/comfort, angst, passion/smut, lovers reunited against impossible odds).

In addition, I've written a couple of one-shots/prompt fills as part of their ongoing series, The Wizard and the Artist

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In the Dragon’s Lair【☆】

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The Bargain  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ꕥ

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Inbox Requests  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  

My Little Butterfly  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ꕥ

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The Princess and Her Galaxy ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  🌸

A Dark Confession ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚   ꕥ

The Rescue ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ꕥ

The Bait ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Caught in the Spider’s Web ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

A Vampire’s Kiss ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ꕥ

Big Bad Spider ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ꕥ

The Werejaguar and The Warrior Queen ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Retribution ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Pirates and Petals ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

The Warlord and The Duchess ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Moonlit Serenade  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Somewhere Only We Know  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

The Fall of A Kingdom ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Guardians of Auris【☆】

The Hollows | A Crawford Case ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Dear Sister ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

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