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bird-slayer-brainrot · 18 days

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Soldier On, Come Down - Chpt. 8. - - Ineffable Husbands WW2 au human!Crowley angel!Aziraphale angst multi-chapter

Messages form head office had come in varied forms throughout Aziraphale’s assignment on Earth. The messenger pigeon had gone out of fashion long before Heaven had taken notice of its existence, which had made for a rather bothersome few hundred years. These days, since the luxuries Aziraphale had become accustomed to were out of fashion in the wartime era, and stamps, papers, quills, and the likes were scarcer than before, to maintain appearances, they simple chose to appear in person.

The supreme archangel Gabriel appeared in the centre of Aziraphale’s bookshop while he had been stocktaking the biography section.

It wasn’t a flash, or anything as dramatic as that, thought it would seem in style for Gabriel, who, despite his post, rarely took the opportunity to check in on how Earth and the humans were going. There was, however, a shift, though he couldn’t really explain it. Aziraphale turned around and was met with the strained smile of his boss.

“Hello, Gabriel.” Aziraphale said too loudly. Luckily, it was too late for the bookshop to be open.

“Aziraphale. I’d like to have a word with you.” Gabriel stated. He stepped forward.

It was only a matter of time until his activities on Earth would catch the attention of the higher ups. His only hope was to minimise the fallout of it.

His thoughts went immediately to Crowley, and the miracle that he had not been here. It was stupid, Aziraphale knew. He always knew. It had affected Aziraphale too much, and foolishly, he had known this. Something had happened since that night they spent talking at Crowley’s kitchen table. It had been almost a month since, but the pressure of it did not let out with space.

He thought about Crowley every moment, and his worry had multiplied. The best thing for them would be distance, whereby Crowley would not suffer at the hands of hell or heaven if Aziraphale disappeared. But then, humans were unpredictable and unplannable, and Crowley was headstrong. No matter what Aziraphale said, he couldn’t change his decision.

He had spent each moment running through the possibilities. Heaven intervened little in the conflicts of humanity, and were generally lenient with the little ways Aziraphale tried to make life a little better for the humans that he could.

Anything to the scale of what he wanted, however, was not possible. The best case was the end of the war, which was not possible. He had pondered making an appeal to Heaven, or the Almighty herself, but a case like that would take time.

There was the option of removing Crowley from the equation entirely, by making sure he was unable to enlist. Then, he would be safe. But actions like that quickly caught the attention of head office, he assumed, and so he was stuck.

There was a knock at the door to the bookshop which startled Aziraphale out of his thought. Flicking his hand, he unlocked the door by habit. Then, he realised what he had done, and moved to the front door to open in manually.

Crowley was holding a bottle of wine and a box of croissants. Aziraphale smiled at him, and Crowley nodded in return.

Crowley had stretched his long legs across the sofa, casually refilling his glass as he talked about something. Aziraphale had not been paying attention for at least ten minutes, and looked up at Crowley when he realised the human had stopped talking.

A companionable silence washed over them as Aziraphale let his eyes flicker over to Crowley’s face. The warm candlelight Aziraphale had fashioned cast a soft light over the human, who had removed his sunglasses. It was a gesture that, while Aziraphale knew it wasn’t for him, he could appreciate. This, too, was something they had discussed at length.

Aziraphale found himself smiling at this, and, in return, Crowley smiled softly.

“Angel, what are you thinking about?”

That was another strange, enduring thing about the human. Aziraphale hardly remember when Crowley started calling him that, let alone why. He had begun dropped the nickname casually in conversation now, and each time it felt like being struck by lightning. Aziraphale now had to put conscious effort into a response each time Crowley would use it.

“Nothing, my dear.” Aziraphale responded, drinking from his nearly empty glass of wine.

They had seen each other less in the past month than they had in their entire acquaintance, which Aziraphale was aware was his own doing.

Aziraphale had been delighted to receive an invitation to Anathema and Newt’s wedding, which was a quiet, intimate occasion that took place in a garden belonging to one of Newt’s aunt. Despite the rather short ceremony and makeshift reception, Aziraphale had found he had rather enjoyed himself. He had sat beside Crowley for the ceremony, and they had spoken as usual and everything had been okay. At the reception, Crowley had slipped to a quiet corner for a cigarette, which was a habit he seemed to take up lately. Aziraphale had gone with him, and though they didn’t speak, Aziraphale felt a tiny bit of the gap between them fill. That evening, Crowley walked Aziraphale back to the bookshop and, before he turned to leave, he embraced Aziraphale.

They said nothing of it the next time they met, but they didn’t need to. If human beings were an enigma, Anthony Crowley were the well-worn pages of a novel Aziraphale loved.

Crowley was still watching him. Aziraphale had emptied his glass. Crowley shifted his legs, and for a moment Aziraphale was sure that he was preparing to leave. He checked his timepiece, and, when he looked up, Crowley was before him, looking at him.

“Crowley.” Aziraphale stated.

“Aziraphale.”

And in the space of a single heartbeat the space between them disappeared, and their lips met in a single push.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 11 months

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Stowaway Cloak (1/3)

Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic

Warning: None.

Summary: You return to visit an old friend but find that something has hidden itself in your suitcase.

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon) | Part 3 (final) (coming soon)

“Are you kidding me?” Stephen sighed, clearly irritated with your tardiness that could potentially hinder his reputation among his esteemed guests. “An hour and twenty minutes late?”

You had recently returned from Kamar-taj after training with the Ancient One and requested to crash with Stephen for a few days while until you found a new place.

Unfortunately, you had to keep him in the dark as well - the Ancient One told you that it was crucial to the fate of the universe which felt a little dramatic. But you heeded the advice and told your friend that you were away on a retreat.

“I know but I was held up in traffic.” A twisted truth, you had been defending the city from an interdimensional threat only 30 minutes ago. You followed the tense man through the lavish home and to the guest rooms where he stopped just outside.

“Just make sure that you show up to the event before the guests leave.” Stephen chastised and walked away from the door, leaving you to roll your eyes. In the time away, you forgot how impatient he could be.

Turning around, you entered the room and dropped your bags on the ground. You looked at the bed and fell onto the soft mattress, letting your body sink into the fabric. After a few moments of bliss in the modern world, you decided to freshen up and get dressed for the evening. You had been so comfortable in robes and boots that you had forgotten what it felt like to be in a fancier get-up.

Half an hour later, you were ready and staring at yourself in the mirror. It was like looking at a stranger. Setting your jaw, you reminded yourself that it was a favour to your friend downstairs and under the advice of your master to reconnect with people you loved before the final phase of your training.

Letting out a sigh, you noticed something red floating up from behind.

“No, no.” You turned and pointed at your suitcase that was now sitting slightly ajar. “Get back in.”

The instruction seemed to have flown over the Cloak of Levitation as it continued to hover. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a sigh – why did you insist on bringing the cloak along?

“Why?” You muttered. Just as the words left your mouth, there was a soft click on the top of the suitcase which caught your attention.

A silver metal – specifically. It was the metallic ornament that adorned one of two sides of the cloak. It had been detached during a scuffle with a man called the Collector who tore off the relic in attempt to keep it for himself. Mordo and you managed to intervene in time to save the relic and the mystical cloak but the absence of the metal item made it fly slightly lopsided like a badly-wounded creature.

Stooping down, you picked up the object and looked at the cloak.

“This isn’t a simple fix, you know?” You reminded, shaking the metal in your hands. “It’s going to take some serious spell-work and time that I don’t have right now.”

The cloak bobbed up and down, clearly hoping that you’d fix it instantly but you opened the suitcase and placed the metal inside before standing upright again and sending a glare.

“Now, get back inside and behave or I’ll send your stubborn fabricated-ass straight back to Kamar-Taj and then you can explain yourself to the Ancient One.”

The Cloak of Levitation coward and floated backwards slightly at the might of a potential Sorceress Supreme.

You smiled and folded your arms. “Doesn’t sound fun, does it?” You winked and waited for a few seconds before the cloak did as you had instructed.

Smiling at the red Cloak of Levitation, you stroked its soft fabric as you lifted the top of the case to a close and whispered softly, “I promise I’ll heal you the moment I get a chance.”

You didn’t lock the suitcase given that it seemed cruel to cage something that had a spark of life and instead, pushed the case underneath your bed before leaving to find your friend.

Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon) | Part 3 (final) (coming soon)

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cleabellanov · 5 months

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What if season 2 sounds interesting and I am really curious to see what they will do with it, all during the holiday season.

But until then, let me tell you something about season 1! The 4th episode : "What if...Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands" has to be my favourite one. That's because of its darkest themes, and, along with the last episode:"What if...The Watcher broke his oath" bring the characters really close to the Watcher, something that doesn't normally happen except in desperate, doomed situations. Also, Strange Supreme is a really interesting and powerful villain, because he interacted with The Watcher, and, ultimately, Uatu searches for Strange in his decimated universe, because he needs his help. That is a lot of power for one character.

We learned that The Watcher interfering isn't a thing that normally happens. It is a last measure, after Ultron threatens to defeat Uatu and the Multiverse. The Watcher can't let that happen, which is why he finally breaks his rules.

Until the 10th of November 2023 (yes I'm talking about the Loki finale) the Multiverse was, for Marvel's Cinematic Universe and its fans, simply the question of "What if?", which is why the series is called that too. But now, anything is possible. What we'll see in the episodes of season 2 is happening somewhere, sometime, with the God of Stories watching over it. But wait, now we have 2 watchers? How does that work...?

Now I have another question: for how long has The Watcher been there? Because I don't really see his role coexisting with Loki's purpose at the end of time, and perhaps Uatu exists in either a very far past, or a very streched future from now on. Maybe his oath to not interfere is the key to not starting another Multiversal War, and it keeps the timelines separated, each on their own way. When he fails, it leads to Kang variants, and war, and the ultimate intsallement of the TVA. Orrr maybe in the future he'll take Loki's burden of the Multiverse so we can see him happy again? :)) I don't know.

The episode titles for season 2 (via CanWeGetSomeToast on twitter) didn't necessarily wake my interest, but I'll still be happy to watch them. However, the last (9th) one...

"What if...Strange Supreme intervened"

Oh welllll. Things are getting twisted. The Watcher obviously has an oath. His title is fit for his purpose : watching over the Multiverse.

But Strange Supreme doesn't have such a thing as an oath. He was driven mad my his grief for Christine. The erasure of an Absolute Point in time ultimately destroyed that entire Universe, with Strange being the last and only one left alive of it all.

And he knows how it is to have your whole world ripped apart with The Watcher, well...just watching. So he has more chances to intervene in the Multiverse than anyone else right now, even The Watcher.

I don't know how likely it is for him to do this for someone's good, but maybe his own? Who could stop him? The Watcher, yes, but not before a though fight. Strange Supreme does not have rules, or an oath to respect. He might just do it, for better OR for worse.

That being said, thanks for reading!!

#What if #what if season 2 #stephen strange #doctor strange #strange supreme #marvel #marvel villains #multiverse #bennedict cumberbatch

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profeyandere · 5 months

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𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 ─── ☾ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘

Masterlist || Good Omens Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Archangel Gabriel / Jim x Demon!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from season 2

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"You can't put the supreme archangel on me because you're going for a walk around Edinburgh!"

Your strong and powerful voice echoed between the enormous and high walls of Aziraphale's bookstore, feeling how a wave of heat ran through your body from the tips of your fingers to the highest hair that decorated your head and settled intermittently on it, causing your face to turn a heavy reddish tone as if that were a sign that you were literally about to explode. It was a strange sensation. You weren't even able to describe it in words, but you knew for sure that it couldn't be good, much less because your face had turned that powerful redness that caught the attention of the angel and the demon who had given you convened at the well-known bookstore in the Soho neighborhood. The idea that you were a 'known' demon to both entities did not make you friends, nor did it make you have a close relationship, much less because of what you really were, and that made you an enemy for at least one of them; With the demon, you had forged nothing more than a relationship of respect, but the angels had always been faithful enemies of your kind and you had to avoid as much as possible showing any type of affection or respect for those of their kind. Perhaps you had known Crowley and Aziraphale for longer than you would care to admit, if you also wanted to count the few years you had been working in Heaven with them before the revolution against the Creator occurred, but while you had been in Hell acting like the demon you were, you had lost any kind of contact with the angel and restricted that belonging to the demon because you considered it quite inappropriate to have a close relationship with anyone of your own species, even if they were nice enough to know even your deepest secrets.

"Please, my dear, this is truly important," Aziraphale said, being the brave one who had dared to take the floor after making sure how your aura, completely distorted by the anger you felt, became clearer to him again. Maybe you wouldn't be full of love, demons couldn't feel that in themselves according to earthly gossip, but at least it wasn't something so bad that you were going to explode. "Take care of Gabriel, of Jim, for a couple of days. It won't be long, and before you know it, we'll be here, and you can go back to your routine demonic tasks."

Your flashing yellowish, golden eyes stopped on the chubby figure of the angel, slowly raising your lower lip while a growl emerged from the back of your throat and came out as a soft sigh that was lost in the air. It was obvious how irritable and sensitive you were at that moment as if at any second you could attack them or yell at them in such a way that you would attract the attention of any living being that was inhabiting the face of the Earth.

"Will I also have to babysit the Inspector Constable who has been looking out the window since I entered the bookstore and has followed me here like an abandoned puppy, or will I only have to cover the basic needs of the big guy who is upstairs?" You asked, uncrossing your arms as a heavy sigh escaped between your lips, trying to calm the nerves that both beings had made you. "Furthermore, I cannot perceive him correctly. How am I supposed to take care of him when I can't see him well or my memories are blurred when there's something about him? I didn't even know he was in front of me when I came to tell you about Lord Beelzebub's order."

"Don't worry, my adorable demon, because we have changed a couple of things about the little miracle to make it easier for you to recognize him," Crowley intervened, placing his large hands on your shoulders, squeezing them playfully before gently patting your back to encourage you. "Remember that this is because the little angel has heard some nonsense coming from Gabriel's mouth and has assumed that it has to do with his memory fading."

"It's a clue," the white-haired man stressed as he raised his voice a little more to point out with more force the reason for his early departure from London. "It may seem stupid, but he's been singing that little song all morning, and thanks to my landlord I've discovered that there's a place in Edinburgh that has problems with their jukebox. It seems that, regardless of the song chosen, it always changes to the same one that Gabriel was singing."

You couldn't help but raise a skeptical eyebrow.

"It's not the best clue, but it's something," the redhead murmured, sighing and removing his hands from you, returning to stand next to his friend. "So, we leave you in charge of Gabriel and the bookstore."

"Indeed, prevent people from buying my books, and I will compensate you in some way in the future," the one with blue eyes agreed, making you frown slightly at his words. "Please be very patient with him. He doesn't remember anything."

"I already had patience once in Heaven, I don't promise to be so stupid as to continue being so while I'm on the side of Hell," you murmured, ignoring Aziraphale's look of fear and Crowley's small, amused smile. "Have your adopted child come down, and I'll see what I can do with him."

And what a surprise you were when you finally met up with the missing man shortly after the dynamic duo left the store, who was now Jim, which was short for James, which in turn was short for Gabriel, according to what he said. His appearance was so similar to the one you remembered and, at the same time, so different from the one you had seen him in as if you somehow knew that in front of you was the egocentric and cold supreme archangel who had so often teased you while you were working in Heaven and scolded you as he found you at some point during your stay on Earth, but at the same time you felt like you were inhabiting the library with a completely different person than the one you knew; It was all too strange, you simply didn't have words to explain that. A small beginning of beard had begun to appear on his profiled face, now slightly wider due to the slight weight he had gained in recent days thanks to the large amount of hot chocolate he had been drinking thanks to his repeated requests to Aziraphale since he had tasted that sweet drink, while his clothing was completely opposite to what he had once worn. Now, he seemed homely, a man full of peace and a good angel.

When you saw him, you almost hit him. This happened because you thought he was an evil double twin or something similar, mainly because he was completely identical to his angelic version except for the violet glow in his eyes, which he had not shown even though Aziraphale and Crowley had mentioned that in very moments punctually he seemed to come to his senses when he remembered events in biblical history in which he had been forced to intervene in one way or another; It was as if God communicated with both the angel and the demon through him. Going back to the same point you had mentioned before: Gabriel and Jim seemed to be the same person, only he had no memories of what he once was, and that meant that you now had to take care of a grown man who simply didn't understand how the world, gravity or electricity worked. You didn't understand much about both things either, you had not been in charge of the creation of the planets, and neither had it been in your mind to create the power plants and the distribution of it throughout the houses.

Although your first interactions were quite awkward, Jim made sure of something that he wasn't too happy about, even if it took him a whole day to realize it.

"Why do she keeps avoiding me? If we already know each other."

His voice, low and soft, echoed between the walls of his small room and, although Jim knew that he was with you in that huge store and that it was very unlikely that you would not hear him, he did not understand the reason why you had avoided him so much. It was as if you were afraid of someone or you were seeing a ghost. For him there was no other alternative. Although Aziraphale and Crowley reacted in a similar way upon meeting him, with surprise and slight fear, your gaze on him was different. He could tell by the dull glow in your eyes and your restless fingers that drummed on any nearby surface, as if you had the intention of saying something to him every time you were in the same room. He had seen you before, and not only did he sense it because he had literally done it before, the same day Mr. Fell's friends arrived at the store, but he recognized you from something before. He had seen you before, he had recognized you from somewhere else, and he had had a warm feeling that spread through his chest every time his blue eyes turned towards you as if a wave of sweetness and warmth settled inside him in a very different way than the way hot chocolate did and subsequently exploded in his belly; It was too strange to explain, but he really liked being around you because of the way you made him feel, even if you didn't do anything in particular to make him feel like his body was about to explode into fifty different pieces.

It was such a warm feeling, so nice, that he wanted to have it all day.

Determined to find you and face his thoughts and feelings once and for all, he stood up from the bed with a slight start, twisting his entire body and moving to sit up and finally stand up, ignoring the fact that the sheets that had been around him as he was lying down and fell to the floor with a thud muffled by the carpet. He walked around the upper floor as if the bookstore had been his since he bought it, as if he somehow knew it like the back of his hand and recognized every corner and every step he had to take to avoid knocking over any of the stacks of books that had been piling up as the days went by while Aziraphale and Crowley had been away from London. To his gratifying surprise, a soft, barely perceptible melody seemed to bathe the tent. A male voice overshadowed by a more angelic, sweeter, and more wonderful one caused his heart to jump inside his chest, so he did not take long to walk with impetus and speed towards the place from which said sound came. He knew it was you, deep in his heart he knew it was you. And sure enough, there you were, he hadn't made a mistake. You were sitting in Aziraphale's old chair while one of the books he had been organizing in the morning rested softly in your hands while the time melody coming from the record player made him smile softly knowing that this was the song he had been singing that same day unconsciously.

"Is that the disk that Mr. Fell took this morning?"

The sudden sound of Gabriel's voice made you come to your senses, causing the music on the record to quickly stop and you to close the book in your hands tightly, slowly diverting your golden gaze towards his barely perceptible bluish one. The darkness enveloped him. You could barely make out his masculine features, but you knew that he was there, in that dark corner, watching you. You swallowed hard for an answer, but simply grunted and then gently placed the book on the desk in Aziraphale's office, glancing sideways at the man who had taken a couple of steps for you to see, being as stealthy as the angel had mentioned. He had started thinking about putting a rattle on Jim or something similar so he wouldn't be scared, but you just needed that heavenly and playful sound to be able to disappear from Gabriel's sight as soon as possible; you had no need to see him because of the various feelings he evoked in you and the memories that resurfaced after so many years.

"Mr. Fell took one of the many records that Maggie has," you commented, seeing how his expression changed to one of confusion that deep down caused a feeling of tenderness to appear in you, mainly because she had tilted her head as if a confused puppy would be treated. "Maggie is a woman who has a record store next door. I asked her for a copy so I could listen to it."

"Great, I like it," he murmured before approaching the gramophone to try to find out why nothing was heard if the device was still working. "Why doesn't it sound? Is it broken?"

Your sparkling gaze lingered on his tall, broad Gabriel's body, lingering on the breadth of his shoulders and the scoop of his back, without specifically answering his question. Those had been some of the few words that you had exchanged with him and, although you had noticed his constant need to be close to you to be able to talk or simply be in the same space as you, you were always looking for a way to get out of it, whether it was leaving the bookstore for coffee or hiding in the record store, even transforming into the little bat that your demonic form allowed you and keeping yourself out of his sight by hiding in the darkest and most remote places of the bookstore; It wasn't the best way to act, especially having an amnesiac in your care, but you didn't want to suffer more pain from being around him. Jim, or Gabriel, turned to look at you, and, again, that warm and pleasant feeling settled in his chest. He didn't know what you were doing to him with that look, but he liked it.

"It's not broken. I've just removed the sound," you said before snapping your fingers, and the soft bells that were heard from the song began to flood the room again, causing a smile full of fascination to appear on the man's lips again. "You should be sleeping, Jim."

"I couldn't sleep," he indicated, walking slowly towards the sofa that was in front of the chair you were sitting on, letting himself fall heavily on the furniture before leaning forward slightly and staring at you as if trying to figure out what you were thinking. Thanks to the light of the moon, the stars, and the street lamps, he could see your expression full of confusion and slight irritation. "Why do you avoid me so much? Mr. Fell looks after me, Mr. Anthony looks after me, but you avoid me. Why?" “

I think Crowley does anything but worry about you,” you murmured in slight confusion at his statement. You really didn't expect him to confuse something as different as care and protection from hatred and irritation.

"Why do you avoid me so much? I just want you to answer that question for me."

His tone of voice seemed to be louder and more desperate than before, surprising you for it. For a second, you almost thought that Jim was truly Gabriel, as if from one moment to the next he had completely recovered his memory, but seeing his blue eyes only made you see that he was not there; Whatever Jim was, he wasn't Gabriel.

"Because you're just like someone I knew," you began, swallowing without really believing that you were willing to confess everything to him. "He was the dumbest, most self-centered, and ruthless being he could have ever met, but deep down, he was loving, tender, and caring."

Jim stared at you while you talked about that person he reminded you so much of. The soft smile that rested on your face while you talked about that man, whom you insulted every few seconds but then flattered as if he were the most beautiful creature in the entire galaxy, caused a smile to also settle on his face. He noticed how your shoulders loosened and relaxed as you talked about him, about Gabriel, about how you had met in a place very far from London, where for minutes it seemed only you existed in the immensity of the universe, observing with fascination the stars while others around you saw your close relationship as something disastrous that no creature beyond humans could feel; You described him with so much zeal, with so much affection, that he felt jealous deep down in his heart. "And does this song remind you of him?" Jim asked as he gently tilted his head, watching as you nodded gently and stretched your long legs towards him.

"I like it a lot. I think it is ideal for you."

“Yes,” you stated softly. "Every day, it's a gettin' closer."

"Going faster than a roller coaster," he continued, following the rhythm of the song as it resonated, gently extending his legs on the carpet to touch your completely black shoe with his slipper.

« And a love like yours would surely come their way, » thought an adorable fly fluttering gently above your heads.

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dam-bluecookies · 4 months

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Episode 1: “What If... Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?”

Episode 2: "What If... Peter Quill Attacked Earth's Mightiest Heroes?"

Episode 3: "What If... Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?"

Episode 4: "What If... Iron Man Crashed into the Grandmaster?"

Episode 5: "What If... Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?"

Episode 6: "What If... Kahhori Reshaped the World?"

Episode 7: "What If... Hela Found the Ten Rings?"

Episode 8: "What If... the Avengers Assembled in 1602?"

Episode 9: "What If... Strange Supreme Intervened?"

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elennemigo · 4 months

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1st

✦ Official "Mog´s Christmas" trailer.

8th

✦ Benedict attended the Tokio Comic Con 2023.

Coming out on stage. / Interview. / Galleries 1 2 3

Benedict took LOTS of pictures with fans, it would be impossible to link to all of those so i´ll share just a few here, that i found funny/original: x x x x x x x x x x x

14th

✦ The story of Christmas appeal, a Christmas carol and service for charity.

16th

✦ Benedict Cumberbatch, Wes Anderson, & Dev Patel on The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar | Interview with David Ehrlich.

21st

✦ "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" made it to shortlist for Best Live Action Short Film at the 2024 Academy Awards.

24th

✦ "Mog´s Christmas" premiered on Channel 4 (UK)

27th

✦ New still from "The End We Start From" (Gallery)

30th

✦ "What if... Supreme Strange intervened?", season 2 finale, premiered on Disney +.

✦ New old pics from "The Grinch" premiere.

❯───｢ FIN ｣───❮

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict monthly #december 2023 #the wonderful story of henry sugar #the end we start from #what if #tokio comic con 2023 #mog´s christmas #the story of christmas appeal #news #my post #2023 last report!#onto the next one😁#happy 2024!

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chiefdirector · 2 years

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Meant to Be | Wanda Maximoff | MCU

SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS.

The multiverse is a cruel and dark place of infinite possibilities. Anyone who knew anything about the concept knew that. Never-ending universes, each one slightly different from the last, meant many things, but to Wanda Maximoff it meant that somewhere out there she got her happy ending. It meant that in some universe her love, her wife, (Y/N) Maximoff, wasn’t taken from her.

In some universe, life flowed through (Y/N). And Wanda wanted that for herself.

She had died defending earth from Thanos. She had been told to protect the Vision and she had done so. But even with your years of training and developing your abilities could even delay the mad titan. You had died in vain; your life seemingly amounted to nothing more than an unvisited gravestone in your hometown.

“Wanda, you don’t have to do this.” Strange said as he tried to approach Wanda, trying to talk her out of the idea.

“You cannot talk to me about will, Stephen Strange,” Wanda locked eyes with him, moving the darkhold away from where he could take it from her. “You break the rules and become the hero; I do it and become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“She is gone. Dead! (Y/N) died and you can’t change that.”

“Can’t I?”

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All that stood between Wanda and her love was America Chavez. She had been taken in by Strange and the Sorcerer Supreme. It was almost laughable to Wanda. They thought that they could stop her when in reality they only made her angry. And to think she had tried to be reasonable.

They had pushed her to go further, to dreamwalk to get what she wanted, to get what she deserved.

She had finally seen her. (Y/N) looked as beautiful as the day she had died, standing in their Westview home, flicking through the TV looking for something to watch with two boys tucked into her side. Billy and Tommy; (Y/N) had always said she wanted two sons of that name and in this universe, she had them. For a small moment, Wanda allowed herself to enjoy the domesticity she had missed before setting out to find America.

The illuminati was no match for her, it was almost laughable to see their futile attempt at stopping her. Captain Carter’s death was the most satisfying, Wanda almost enjoyed proving that she could not ‘do this all day.’ The only loss for her was the darkhold, its pages burnt by some sorcerer she had made quick work of. But she had no time to relish the moment of their death, not when America was so close.

“Why are you making this harder for yourself? Destroying my darkhold? Just come with me. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain, I can assure you that.”

Strange looked at Wanda curiously, wondering if she saw the hypocrisy, “Like you murdered those students at Kamar-Taj?”

“Those deaths were needless,” Wanda said, floating through the dimension between dimensions to get to the sorcerer and the girl, “If only you had come to me sooner, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to kill them. It was wasteful.”

“Wasteful? They were innocent.”

“Weren’t we all once.” Wanda began to feel herself fall out of her dream walk and back to her reality. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to take the girl alone. She needed the darkhold; she needed Wong.

-----

Wong reluctantly led Wanda to Mount Wundagore, whereas she had predicted, the book of Vishanti had led America. But the mountain had turned out to be more than she had expected, it wasn’t just the home of the darkhold but the temple of the Scarlett Witch.

As her magic held America down, Wanda instructed the beasts of the mountain to stop Wong from intervening. Turning to the young girl, Wanda ran a soft finger down her cheek, “I’m sorry young one, it has to be this way.”

“No, it doesn’t. Please don’t do this.” America plead, but nothing could convince Wanda otherwise, not America nor Strange’s corpse. As the ritual began, she could feel her life being drained from her as her powers rose above and opened up the portal to life Wanda had so violently sought after. “Strange! I can’t hold her off.”

“Let her go. Trust me.”

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The house was warm and welcoming. Photo frames adorned the walls, their glass holding memories from across Wanda and (Y/N)’s life. From the selfie from their first date to the portrait taken on their wedding day, each and every one hung proudly against the magnolia paint.

“Wanda…”

And there she stood, (Y/N) was alive before her once more. Wanda reached out to pull her wife closer and she was indulged, Wanda could finally feel the warmth that (Y/N) gave off, she could smell the light scent of vanilla in her hair, and she could hear the gentle thrum of her heartbeat.

“Wanda,” she said again, pulling back from the woman so that she could look her in the eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I came for you, my love. I came so we could be together once more.”

“I died, didn’t I?” (Y/N) said, turning to look at the images on the wall. She had always been very perceptive, but it was in moments like these did Wanda curse it.

“That doesn’t matter now. We can be together; the past is gone.” Wanda rambled. “We can go away; we can be a family. We can have the life that we always wanted.”

“We can’t” (Y/N) sighed, her back still to Wanda. “We never could.”

“Why not? I’ve travelled through universes to reunite us. Tell me the problem, tell me what is wrong, and I will fix it. I would fix the world for you.” Wanda begged.

(Y/N) finally turned back around. “I am the problem. I was born to die. In every universe, I die young. I dream of it. You can’t fix me Wanda.”

Wanda knew that she was right, but how could that be true. After all the universes that she had travelled and the lives stolen to bring her (Y/N) back to her, just to find out that they were never meant to be.

“Just because I am a destined to leave you,” she continued, “doesn’t mean that our love wasn’t meant to be. It will be immortalised through you. But it cannot be if you don’t remedy your mistakes, my love.”

Wanda began to move towards the portal. She had lost the strength to argue. Weakly, she stepped through the star shape back into Mount Wundagore where Strange, Wong and America waited for her, but she took no notice. She just watched as the portal closed, whispering a small ‘I love you’ as she lost sight of her wife once more.

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