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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Lets play the game called "how did you find my blog and what made you want to follow"

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Please tell me guys. I wanna improve for y’all.

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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Please tell me you guys, I would love to know! Comments give me a will to live. I love interacting with y’all!

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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I think I would straight up cry and fall in love just a little bit more. Because I have been a single Pringle beyond ready to mingle since 2018 and I just want someone to cuddle me goddamnit. 😖😖😖

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

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I AM PANICKING!!!!!!!!

MISSING WRITER!!!!

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

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

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

Yours, Arkytior

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I'm always caught between "wanting to draw certain scenes in a fanfic I just read" vs "being unsure if fanfic writers welcome unsolicited art" vs "too socially inept to ask them" so I'm just stuck with random doodles I never bother to post

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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When someone leaves a comment on my fic and suddenly my desire to write comes back:

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

#arkytiorwrites #reboot

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Hi there i loved your fic about defender strange specially your song choice it gave me a strange but homly vibe, i dont knoe how to express it like a sudden feeling of nostalgia from another life

i sound too stupid lol wish i could express it better but anyway my request was will you do a fic for OG Stephen based on the song 'there is a light that never goes out' by the smiths specially the line 'to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die' UFF this lyric has all my heart

This is a lovely idea! Sadly I’m not doing requests at the moment, once I finish up with Crackmas I’ll see what I can do!

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Day 8: “Evermore”

Sinister Strange x Reader

I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen behind. 😭 I tried to write Day 7 but it just kept turning to shit and making me depressed do imma just skip it. So here’s this, ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ mentions of implied suicide and death and character death. Don’t like, don’t read. Also this was inspired by @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans one shot “Just flowers”, this is for you, bae!

When you had fallen into his dying universe Stephen had thought that he'd finally snapped after being alone with the Darkhold for who knows how long. With powers akin to the spring goddess, Persephone, he could hardly be blamed for doubting your tangibility.

Yet here you were, your ivy and morning glories coating the outside of the Sanctum, a garden where the dead used to lie, a crown of thorns sprouting around your head whenever you both inevitably fought over petty matters. Silk-soft rose petals exploding around you when he kissed you and made love to you.

He should have known that his newfound Eden couldn't last forever, though.

As time moved inexorably on, your garden began to be less fruitful, your morning glories’ blooms not lasting as long and not quite as numerous as before, the crown of thorns took more and more emotion to appear, and the rose petals dwindled down in number until he could only cause one or two to appear, and they were small and half wilted. What was even worse was you because depressed and listless.

No spell helped you, no potion, nor enchantment.

You were dying along with his universe, and Stephen had no idea how to stop it.

One day you came into Stephen's study where he was desperately researching any way to help you.

"Mon prince noir,” you called to him softly as you leaned against the doorframe, having used all your energy to find him.

Looking up, Stephen was immediately alarmed by how horrifically pale and sickly your appearance was.

"Ma fleur," he chided in a gentle croon. "You should be resting.”

Scooping you up in his arms, Stephen carried you over to the couch and settled in to cuddle you.

“I was cold,” you confessed as you happily nuzzled into the collar of his dark robes. "And... I think I know what's wrong with me. Why my powers aren't working anymore.”

Pulling back so he could see your eyes, which thanks to your powers, were an almost unrealistic glass green.

Cupping your cheeks with his shaking, scared hands, Stephen pleaded, "Tell me, ma fluer, please. I'm at my wits end.”

"The sun,” you whispered as you lay your hands over his. " My powers depend on the sun. It's not just the vitamin D. It's the warmth, the ultra-violet radiation. Your world doesn't have a sun, or even starlight, mon prince des ténèbres. That's why I'm fading. I. I need to go back to my world if I am to thrive, beloved."

Stephen's heart disintegrated at those words. He had been fearing this line of logic. He couldn't lose you, his healer, his flower. But he would never allow his selfishness to kill you, no matter how much he wanted to keep you by his side.

"Then to your world you shall return,” he vowed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

…

Within a few weeks, Stephen had figured out a way to send you back.

Holding you close, the two of you said your goodbyes.

"I love you, so so much, Stephen,” you whispered as you tried to hide your tears in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Y/N," he murmured into your hair, taking in every last detail he could.

Pulling away you gave the sorcerer a teary-eyed smile before stepping into the circle that would take you home.

Beginning the ritual, Stephen took one last look at you before summoning every last scrap of magic he possessed and shoved it into a portal that would bring you back to life... and him to death.

He had ensured that you had no clue that he planned to be the magic battery that the portal would use to return you. Otherwise, you would never allow it.

Stephen couldn't let your death be on his already blood-soaked hands when he could so easily prevent it.

In an almighty maelstrom of red and purple light you fell through a portal onto a grassy, sun-soaked field.

And flowers of infinite variety burst into bloom around you, color returned to your skin, and you looked more alive than when Stephen had first met you, a wreath of nightshade in your hair and a staff of oak in your hand.

That was the last view Stephen had of you, and he could have wept with joy. You were going to be okay. He collapsed as darkness danced along the edge of his vision.

You were going to live your days in the sun, was the last thought in his mind before the darkness took him.

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Day 6: “Classic”

Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Day 5: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love”

Strange Supreme x Reader

Short and sweet because I’m the living embodiment of STRESS right now.

"And how's the most handsomest sorcerer in the multiverse?" I asked with a teasing grin as I came up behind my favorite Stephen Strange.

When Wong had assigned him to library duty, the poor man had almost started dancing for joy at being allowed to help.

"I don't know, how are you?" the taller man fired back as he continued re-shelving.

"Don't dodge the compliment, babe,” I scolded as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

He grumbled at that, but didn't actively fight back. Minor victory, gotta take ‘em when you can with Mr. Quip. He used his magic to keep organizing whileI held him in place, my face leaning on his shoulder and gently swaying us to the song in my head.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?"

I began to croon in a low, soft voice, still swaying the both of us.

If anyone deserved to be told how much they were loved every second of every day, it was the man I held tight in my arms. I could hear his heart rate rising under my ear as he stilled, resting his clawed hands over mine.

Twisting our fingers together, I pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, and continued.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you.”

Bringing Stephen to my universe from his crystal bubble had honestly been the best decision in my entire life. I would have never forgiven myself is I had left him to that eternal purgatory; to hell with what Wong, or my universe’s Strange said.

He had paid his price, and redeemed himself by saving the multiverse. If anyone deserved a second chance, it was him. And by God, I was gonna make sure he did.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you."

"I love you to, sweetness,” Stephen whispered hoarsely. Turning so he could hug me back. "So, so much. Thank you."

“Always."

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Day 4: good 4 u

Supreme Strange x Male Reader

I am SO sorry this is late, my sweet duckies. It’s finals and I am dying, but I will make it up to you today, scouts honor.

Stepping up to the mic of the small club, Y/N spoke, "Is this thing on? Testing, testing. Your mom’s a slut and so is your gal."

There was a roar of outraged laughter at that, causing the musician to grin mischievously.

"Sorry couldn't resist. And I’m kiddin’, boys. Gayer than a unicorn shitting rainbows at a Pride Parade, I'm afraid,” he admitted as he sent a flirty wink to the men seated right in front of him. "So, how is everyone tonight? Obviously, not well, considering the fact you're here rather than literally anywhere else.”

Waiting for the laughter to die down, Y/N double checked that his electric guitar was properly tuned.

“Honestly. Same. I've been havin' the shittiest month I've had in years and that's saying something. Especially when you take into consideration barely scraping by to get into college after your homophobic assholes of parents kick your cute ass to the curb."

There were groans and tuts of sympathy.

“Yeah, my boyfriend broke up with me. In the worst way imaginable. And no, I don't mean over text, although he might as well have. You know what the asshole did?"

…

“Steph! Baby I'm back!" Y/N yelled as he slammed the door shut with his foot. He came into the front room of the tiny apartment he shared with his boyfriend of three years, Stephen Strange, a med student who was hellbent on becoming a neurosurgeon at any cost. What Y/N stumbled upon made him wish he'd paid more attention to that little red flag.

Stephen's lab partner, Christine Palmer was hurriedly readjusting her shirt, while Stephen calmly sat there with lipstick all over his mouth and his shirt half undone.

"What the actual fuck, Strange! " Y/N yelled as he dropped the groceries.

“We're over, Y/N,” the other stated coldly.

“I'm sorry. I just violently hallucinated. What?"

"I said, we're over. It was fun, but I've lost interest,” Stephen said, face void of any emotion.

...

The crowd bellowed their displeasure.

“Right? Jesus Christ, what a prick. So, I figured I'd perform a little something for you all. Get it off my chest,” Jack explained. “Stephen Strange, I'd say kiss my ass, but I wouldn't let you touch you with a thirty- nine-and-a-half-foot pole. This is for you, asshole.”

With a middle finger thrown high in the air, Y/N began to play his pain.

"Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

And good for you, I guess that you've been working on yourself

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.”

…

"Hey babe, how was class?" Y/N asked as he looked up from his textbook at the sound of Stephen coming home.

“Horrible,” the med student groaned. Collapsing onto the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, he wrapped his arms around the artist’s waist and started to trace abstract shapes on his hip.

"Poor thing," he cooed, combing his fingers through Stephen's thick, dark hair.

“Love you, starlight,” Stephen murmured.

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and heathy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you."

As Y/N sang, angry, bitter tears began to trail down his cheeks.

What had he done wrong? Why had Stephen been so damn cold? Where had they gone wrong? He had thought they were happy, Stephen had acted so happy. What the fuck was with the sudden one-eighty? Nothing made any sense anymore.

"Well good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want

You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off

It's like we never even happened, baby

What the fuck is up with that?

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

Remember when you swore to God I was the only

Person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do!"

…

"I swear to God, everyone in that class is an idiot," Stephen snarled as he stormed out of his advanced biology class.

Y/N chased after him with his skateboard in hand, hoping to placate the other before he got to his next class.

"Or, maybe you just need to move to a higher class?" Y/N suggested, wrapping an arm around the taller man's waist and nuzzling into his shoulder.

Freezing in the middle of the hallway, Stephen mulled over his words.

"You're a genius, sweetheart,” he announced, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "I'll see you at home, I’m gonna be late. Love you!"

“Love you too!”

…

"Well good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you

You're doing great out there without me, baby

God I wish I could do that

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so un affected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!"

…

Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Y/N knocked on the door of his once apartment, wishing he was anywhere but here. Christine answered, and she looked startled.

“Oh. Um, Y/N. Hi," she greeted awkwardly.

"Stuff the small talk, Palmer. I'm just here for my shit," he snarled frigidly, pushing past the redhead and heading towards the bedroom.

Tears pricked his eyes for the umpteenth time that week when he saw every last one of his possessions had been packed into boxes and were clearly waiting for him to take them.

“He really couldn't wait to get rid of me,” Y/N thought, heart breaking all over again.

"Um I can help you carry your things. If you'd like?” Christine offered softly from the doorway.

"It's fine, I can carry it in one trip. You won't have to see me again.”

…

“Maybe I'm too emotional

But your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Maybe I'm too emotional

Your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I’m too emotional

Maybe you never caved at all!"

Y/N never felt more liberated as he told the whole club about his pain and heartache. Yeah, leaving Columbia after fighting so hard to get in sucked like a bitch, but he would be able to start again. He wouldn't have been able to with the constant threat of running into Stephen.

"Well , good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

Like a damn sociopath!

I’ve lost my mind,

I’ve spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you!

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”

Y/N grinned as he reveled in the screams of approval from the crowd.

Things were gonna be okay.

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Day 3: Until I Found You

Defender Strange x Reader

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

Georgia

Wrap me up in all your

I want you in my arms

Oh, let me hold you.

I'll never let you go like I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laughing, Stephen held up his little finger.

"Pinky swear."

Oh like I used to say

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

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

I was lost within the darkness but then found her

I found you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sighing, he agreed, "Alright."

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

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

“Pinky promise."

They shook on it, and went back to reading.

“I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Stephen."

“Nice to meet you Stephen."

Georgia

Pulled me in

I asked to love her once again

You fell I caught you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would never fall in love again until I found her

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

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

I found you.

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

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

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

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

Tears spilled down my cheeks as reality crashed in.

Stephen was dead, and he was never coming home.

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

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

I found you.

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Day 2: If You Love Her

Tony Stark x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

"Take it,

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

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

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

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

"He always has trouble falling asleep.

And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.

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

There's still a few other things."

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

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

Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.

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

So, if you're the one he lets in…”

Wait. They couldn't possibly be...

"Take it,

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

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

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

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

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

"He’ll love you if you love him

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

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

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

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

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

"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,

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

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

Tell him over and over so he never forgets!

Take it,

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

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

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

He'll love you if you love him

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

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

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

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

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

He'll love you if love him like that.

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

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

He’ll love you if you love him

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

Stand side by side and you'll make it.

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

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

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

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

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

“After I graduated," they admitted softly.

“Really?"

“Yeah, you?"

“Umm…"

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

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

"Yeah," Tony admitted.

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

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Day 1: Beneath A Moonless Sky

Sinister Strange x Reader

Staring out into the vortex that was the only source of light in this dying universe, I waited for my captor to reveal themselves.

I knew my occupation as a dimension hopper would lead me into some form of trouble, but never something like this. I could only guess that the one who held me was a sorcerer of Karma Taj, considering I had been put in an entrapment ring inside the once magnificent New York Sanctum Sanctorum.

Ears pricking get the faint sound of footsteps, I snorted dryly, "Took you long enough. So, what's it going to be. “How did you get here?" “This is impossible.” Or the old-fashioned "At last, your powers" - "

I cut myself off as I turned and saw who had been foolish enough to even attempt to trap me.

It was Stephen Strange. Only, he appeared far more ragged and haunted than the last time I'd seen him.

I chuckled softly before confessing, "I should have known that you'd be here, I should have known it all along. This whole arrangement bears your stamp; you're in each nuance of this spell."

Incandescent rage filled me at the audacity of this man. How dare he drag me back to this hellhole of a universe after he had made it perfectly clear that I was nothing to him. After he had caused me to do something that no other being had. He had made me cry. " How dare you try and claim me now? " I hissed. " How dare you come invade my life?"

Coming closer to the circle, Stephen whispered, "If you could know the pain I've known, then you would know I had no choice. My Y/N."

Laughing harshly, I fired back, "Your Y/N? I was yours one brief night long ago. Long ago, with a man that I have never known!"

Closing his eyes as he accepted the truth of my words, Stephen couldn't help but put in the last word. "Ah, Y/N, you came and found where I hid, don’t you deny that you did, that long ago night!”

“That night?" I asked rhetorically as I turned my back on the sorcerer to gaze into the vortex. "That night was a mistake."

It was silent before Stephen confessed, "It wasn't for me."

"This isn't a romcom, Strange. I'm not gonna come running back just cuz you pay attention to me,” I snarled coldly.

"I'm aware, Angel - "

“You lost the privilege to call me that."

"Y/N please," Stephen begged. "That night, beneath a moonless sky. It was too dark to see, too dark to even try. You stole to my side, asking me not to let you go."

“Don't," I warned. “Don't you dare.”

I finally turned on him to show him the magic struggling to be released behind my eyes.

"You don't get to talk about that night like it meant something to you.”

The sorcerer fell silent as the weight of his actions finally hit him. He finally understood that he had hurt you and hurt you horribly.

You turned your back to him, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself.

"When it was done, before the sun could rise. Ashamed of what I am, afraid to see your eyes," he confessed.

"I stood while you slept and whispered a goodbye. I slipped into the dark, beneath a moonless sky.”

You were quiet for so long, Stephen feared that you had completely shut down.

Then he heard you whisper, "I loved you."

“What?" he asked hoarsely, a knife sinking into his heart at the words.

"Yes, I loved you!” you snapped, still not turning. "I'd have followed anywhere you led. I woke to swear my love but found you'd gone instead.”

“I loved you to," he admitted, the knife twisting even more. "And I left you. Yet I had to. But that night I won't regret, from now until I die. The night I can't forget, beneath a moonless sky."

You still didn't respond, yet your body was minutely shaking. Stepping closer until he was almost touching the trapping circle.

"And now?" he asked softly, silently praying to any god that was left that you would choose to stay; that he wouldn't be alone anymore.

“How can you talk of now?" you demanded, your voice shaking.

You turned to face him once more. In that moment, Stephen knew that he had destroyed any hope he had long ago. Tears trailed down your cheeks, and there was so much pain in your eyes.

“How can you talk of now? For us . . . there is no now.”

With a snap of her fingers and a violent flash of green and purple light, the circle shattered, and you vanished from his world without a trace.

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Crackmas!

Seasons Greetings and Happy Holidays to everyone!

After careful deliberation, consultation, and existential crisis with the gods of Strange Thirst, @feral-for-strange @ironstrange1991 @dino-fart and the delightful @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans, I am pleased to announce that I will be doing my 31 Days of Crackmas Event!

What is Crackmas, you ask? In short, I will be posting ONE (1) fic a day of varying length inspired by a song on this playlist that I have compiled. It shall range from ridiculous, to angsty, to fluffy, to oh my god is this person OK?

I can’t wait to share this with you all!

Day 1: Beneath a Moonless Sky, Sinister! Strange x Reader

Day 2: If You Love Her, Tony Stark x Reader

Day 3: Until I Found You, Defender! Strange x Reader

Day 4: good 4 u, Supreme! Strange x Male! Reader

Day 5: Can’t Help Falling in Love, Strange Supreme x Reader

Day 6: Classic, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

Day 7: Ways to Be Wicked, Khan Noonien Singh x Mirror! Jim Kirk x Reader

Day 8: Evermore, Sinister! Strange x Reader

Day 9: On the Day We Fell in Love, Tony Stark x Reader

Day 10: Sorry, Defender! Strange x Reader

Day 11: Not Another Song About Love, Supreme Strange x Male! Reader

Day 12: Heaven Can Wait, Strange Supreme x Reader

Day 13: Imagination, Richard III x Reader

Day 14: Heaven’s Light/Hellfire, Richard III x Reader x Khan Noonien Singh

Day 15: Choke, Sinister! Strange x Reader

Day 16: You’re the Devil (in Disguise), SIM! Tony Stark x Reader

Day 17: You Should Be Sad, Supreme! Strange x Reader

Day 18: I Love You Still, Strange Supreme x Reader

Day 19: Immigrant Song, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

Day 20: Like My Father, Richard III x Reader

Day 21: LA Devotee, Pre-Powers Tony Stark x Reader x Stephen Strange

Day 22: I Dreamed a Dream, Sinister! Strange x Reader

Day 23: W.I.T.C.H, Defender Strange x Reader

Day 24: Hate Me, Alan Turing x Male Reader

Day 25: Sway, Defender Strange x Reader

Day 26: Really Wanna Dance With You, Yelena Belova x Reader

Day 27:What A Shame, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

Day 28: Seaside Rendezvous, Khan Noonien Singh x Reader, Sinister Strange

Day 29: Heather, Richard III x Reader

Day 30: Roses, Sherlock Holmes x Gangster Reader

Day 31: Once Upon A Time, Richard III x Faerie Reader

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