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rmoonstoner · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

4 - Incubus Sex (Monster fucker)

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Warnings:

18+, darkish setting (surviving zombie apocalypse), angst, fluff, smut, vampires (oppressive dominate species and blood drinking is mentioned a lot), a monster with a hero complex (Stephen coming to save you), monster fucker smut, sex with monster style Stephen, oral (sucking tentacles), tentacle sex, p in v sex, cream pie, oral, size kink, vibrating tentacles, anal play, double penetration, come shower

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Pairing:

Doctor Stephen Strange x Fem!Mystic!Reader

(Past relationship mentioned)

Watcher/Eldritch Being Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Fem!Mystic!Reader

(Current relationship)

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Please note:

Writing this made me both cry and very horny. I love writing about evil monster men that get redemption and now act like soft and gentle golden retrievers.

I did not have a proofreader.

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Summary:

Your husband died a long time ago, during the outbreak. There was never a cure found, but a vaccine was made with Doctor Morbius's blood. Unfortunately, instead of a world of humans being eaten by zombies, it's now a world of humans being eaten by vampires. You're one of the few uninfected left, and a terrible fate is heading your way.

Until a familiar looking man comes to make a bargain with you, offering you salvation, but at the cost of leaving your universe forever.

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Surviving this horrible hellscape was tough, but you managed to do it just fine, all by yourself, without your husband's help. Zombies had rolled through, covering half of the earth in just under a month. The great Doctor Morbius had discovered a vaccine to stop the spread of the virus, but that still meant people would be turning into monsters. Instead of zombies, they'd be vampires. Still, it was better than turning into a mindless decomposing corpse, so what did your people have to lose?

It had been years since that incident, and you had been lucky enough to avoid being bitten by a zombie, and contracting the virus. You were also lucky enough that you didn't turn into a vampire when you got the vaccine, but it did seem to stop allowing you to age. Apparently your blood was unique, and you wouldn't have been able to turn into a zombie either, if bitten.

You made a lot of money by selling your blood weekly at the local blood bank, and soon the vampiric citizens of New York were paying you top dollar for your blood. You were also an avid pot smoker, and that contributed to the price that your blood was worth.

But still, you missed your husband dearly, wishing he never died during the pandemic. You dreamt of him almost every night and when you didn't, you dreamt of your own death in so many horrifying and gruesome ways.

You grew tired as the weeks passed into months, and then into years. The people buying your blood started asking you to come in twice a week, to deal with the high demand, then three. You knew if you didn't, you'd be hunted down and forced to do it against your will. It was bad enough that the vampires kept harassing you to breed with other uninfected humans, just so they could have more livestock.

You sat at home, watching television and seeing a commercial about the company that marketed your blood. They advertised it like it was various soft drink brands, with yours being a luxury item like fine alcohol once was. You scowled and leaned back against your bed. You felt so fucking tired recently. You just wanted to hide away and not be bothered by anyone anymore.

You wanted your husband back so fucking badly.

You didn't want to be used as food any more, and since you stopped ageing, that was just going to be your life now.

Forever.

Eventually, you knew they'd stop being so nice in asking you to pick a partner and reproduce. You almost would have rather died when the zombies showed up. You sighed and laid down, closing your eyes and trying to think of a plan to get away.

***

A man dressed in an expensive suit greeted you with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes. His hair was combed and gold back, just the way you liked it, and his goatee was freshly trimmed, allowing you to see his full and luscious lips.

It was your husband.

"Hello again, my dear. I am pleased you've come for another visit." He said smoothly as he produced a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He made them float all around you, with them morphing into glowing butterflies and bubbles.

"Hello, Stephen… I… I can't remember why I came here." You said softly, almost remembering that you were dreaming, when he chuckled. Stephen spread his arms out and engulfed you in an embrace. He felt warm and safe The next moment, he was dancing with you in a large empty ballroom. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered sweetly.

"Does it really matter? We both know what's going to happen."

He spun you around and the scenery changed to a backdrop of stars. The floor was gone, leaving you both alone in the vastness of space as you kept dancing with him. It didn't feel scary, far from it. Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as he gazed into your eyes.

Gods, you missed this.

You missed him.

"No, I guess it does not." You murmured back. He drew you close and stuck his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply as his hands smoothed up your sides.

"It does not. What matters, is that you're here, safe, with me." He husked and nipped your ear lobe. You moaned as he kissed down your neck to your shoulder.

"Yes. I'm safe. With you." You softly replied as his kisses became needy and his hands got more adventurous. You felt him grab at your ass and push you up close to him so you could feel his desire for you. You whined at the hardness of his body while you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

He groaned, his free hand gliding up your back and into your hair. Stephen gripped your locks and pulled your head back as he placed open mouthed kisses and licks to your skin. Stephen hummed and dragged his teeth along your most sensitive areas, effectively turning your legs to jelly and making it hard to stand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing your face into his shoulder and groaned as he started to suck on your skin.

You could hear a deep rumbling noise coming from him, a gentle sounding growl as his hand moved from your ass and he pushed you backwards. You landed on something soft as kept his mouth on you, moving down your chest.

"This dress needs to go." He rumbled, and in an instant your dress was gone. He took his time with you, sucking purple marks into your skin at every sensitive spot you had along the way. You gripped his hair, whimpering and squirming for him as he gave each breast a good squeeze and a tantalizing lick to both nipples.

He moved down, bringing a hand to your wet pussy and slid a finger along your seam. You keened for him and lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to put it inside.

"Stephen… More, please?"

"I'll give you more, baby, but first, I need you to wake up and answer the door." He murmured softly and kissed your head.

"What? Why?"

"Because the real thing is so much better, don't you think? Now, wake up!"

***

You heard knocking at your door, and you huffed and rolled out of bed. It was still early, around 3:00am. Who the fuck would be bugging you at this hour? You really hoped it wasn't the security guard, coming to ask you if you had any spare bags of blood in your freezer again. You sighed and got up, going to answer the door, and finding no one there.

"What the fuck? Stop with your stupid games, and just come in already." You snapped and waited a moment as air rushed past you and towards the curtains in the living room. You closed and locked the door. After, you turned towards your freezer and grabbed a pack of blood.

"For fuck's sake, Carl. You don't have to do the super speed ghostly bullshit. I used to be married to the spookiest man alive, so cut the crap. If you wanted a bag of blood, you could have just asked-" You stopped talking when you turned around to see a tall dark figure looking out your window.

That did not look like Carl at all.

Carl was a short, round man with the best sense of humor. He looked and acted exactly like Danny Devito. It was really a shame he was a vampire.

But this guy…

This guy was not Carl.

This guy was over six foot tall, and was quite slender. Most of him was covered by a long black cloak with a very pointy collar. It threw you off, because it reminded you of your long dead love.

"Thank you for inviting me in." His voice was raspy, and you placed the bag of blood onto your counter as you processed the sound of his voice. He sounded strikingly familiar, but people had been known to fuck around and tease you for your past.

Fucking vampires.

"Look, buddy. I don't know who you think you are, but this is private property. I don't take kindly to pranks." You said firmly as you grabbed a knife and held it calmly. The man turned to look at you, his yellow eyes twinkling as he chuckled softly.

"Knives aren't going to hurt me. Not ones made of Earthen Steel, anyways." He said as he took a slow step towards you. You found the knife was no longer in your hand, and now back in the block again. In its place was your favorite flower.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your body trembling in fear. You hadn't seen actual magic in a long time, and it frightened you.

"I'm here to remove you from this world." He continued with a sly smile. His voice was sounding more and more like Stephen's, and the simple magic trick was hitting you hard in the chest, like a knife.

"Okay, that's a fucking threat, isn't it?" Your voice cracked as if you tried not to cry.

"No, it's not. I'm not here to kill you, darling. I'm here to liberate you. No harm shall come to you, if you come with me. I want to keep you safe." He calmly replied as he lifted his hand in the air, showing off the strappy leather and cloth of his bracers, and flicked his wrist. The bag of blood in front of you floated up into the air, and to the open freezer, then the door shut with a gentle thud. For some reason, the tone in his voice was calming you down fairly quickly.

"What? What does that even mean?" You asked.

"Silly girl. I feel great sadness within you. You miss your husband dearly, and wish he didn't die. You also wish to join him, but know he'd never want you to end your life to be with him. You wish to leave this world behind, but you don't want to die, correct?" His baritone voice was silky smooth, and you could feel your body react to it. Your skin was heating up at the way he was looking at you, hunger clearly evident in his amber eyes. It was still too dark to see his face very well.

"How… How did you know that?" Your voice cracked again, and he stepped into the light of the kitchen. You gasped when you recognized his face, your chest tightening as you tried to stay calm.

It was your husband, but that was impossible. He died a long time ago, and you missed him so much.

"I've been watching you, my dear. I've seen what you've been through, and managed to do here. While at first, I thought it was a noble sacrifice. You, willing to make such a commitment for your people to keep them alive, but your people quickly took you for granted and started asking too much of you. They have forgotten who you belong to."

"I don't belong to anyone, except Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, and he is dead." You remarked as a tear rolled down your face.

"Oh, I know. I've seen your entire life. The past, present, and all the future possibilities. I was very shocked to find you were linked to my variant. How very fitting, though, that one of me should hoarde such a beautiful and powerful magical energy source." He said and he leaned against the counter, flashing that signature trademark smirk your husband always wore.

"But you're not my husband, are you?" You asked, but he chuckled and changed the subject.

"That big pharmaceutical company that sells your blood… I am concerned for your well being. They want to breed you against your will, and feed off of your children the moment they come out of you. I find that disgusting." The pale man leaned lazily around your apartment and frowned. He turned back to you and pressed his hands against the counter. He didn't have any scars on his hands like your husband did. He quickly conjured up some documents and slid them towards you, and you looked down at them.

They were papers that showed the blood bank was going to acquire you as an object, with you losing your independence and autonomy. You would lose the right to choose what you did with your life. Even the plans for the next fifty years were clearly laid out a schedule for you to remain constantly pregnant with various sperm donors. You grimaced and shoved the papers off the counter in disgust.

"That's no life for a beautiful immortal such as yourself. I can offer you so much more. Something better, something brighter. A chance to do more with your life, instead of being a glorified cow. I won't ask for much in return, except to feed from you once a month, and for you to assist me while I watch over the Multiverse." The doctor explained as he conjured up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

"That sounds too good to be true. I have a hard time trusting vampires. Let alone ones that look exactly like my dead husband."

"I'm not the same kind of vampire, my dear." He laughed as he shrugged off his cloak and it wandered off to look out the window. It was different than the one you were used to seeing on him, which now belonged to Spider-Man.

"But you're… I watched you die, Stephen. Before they came out with the vampire vaccine." You pointed out. Again he snickered and poured some wine in both glasses.

"I am a variant of your dead doctor. I am an Eldritch being, not a vampire. I've absorbed so much magic, that my body has changed. I'm more like… A demonic God now, but I'm not evil." The doctor handed you a glass and he sat down on one of the barstools you had.

"How's that anything like a vampire?" You asked

"Do you know what an incubus is?"

"Yes… Wait… Oh my God."

"Ah, there we go. It's finally sinking in, isn't it?"

"So, you feed off of sex?"

"Yes, but also no. I need to eat, and I don't eat food much these days. What I do enjoy consuming, is raw energy or magic, which you are just dripping with, my dear. I can smell you all the way across the Multiverse."

"So… Does that mean… I have to…"

"Nothing. You just let me drain some of your magic, and I don't even have to touch you."

"Forgive me, Doctor, but I'm really confused."

"What's there to be confused about? You let me feed off your magic, and I take you away from this universe where they want much worse out of you. If not, you can stay here. It is your choice."

"But you mentioned you are like an incubus?"

"Oh, yes. That. If you allowed me to make love to you, I'd be sharing my powers with you, without the adverse effects that I suffer. But, I'm not going to ask that of you, since that might be cruel, given your-"

"Okay. Fine. Deal. Take me away. I don't want to be here any more. This place sucks, and you're hot." Uou said, and he looked very surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me, old man. Take me away, and you can incu my pussy as much as you want. I don't care that you're not my Stephen."

The doctor's face melted into a wicked smile and he raised his glass in a toast. You grabbed the other glass and tinked it against his, then had a sip of the wine. The liquid didn't taste at all like wine, so you coughed as you set the glass down.

"What was that? That wasn't red wine!"

You were panicking, because it tasted exactly like antifreeze with blood in it.

"No. It wasn't. It is my blood." He said calmly, his smirk growing wider. Your eyes went wide, and you made a disgusted face.

"Ugh, why? I'm not a fucking vampire. Blood doesn't taste good to me. Why does it taste like antifreeze?"

"Haha. My dear, I'm an abomination of nature and magic that exists outside of time and space. I shouldn't exist at all, yet I do. I exist, and I watch over all universes. In all of my years of witnessing millions of realities grow and perish, I have never once seen someone that should be up with me in the Watcher's area. Not even any of my variants. You don't belong down here, and you don't belong in any other universe."

"Okay, but that's not explaining exactly why you just tried to pass your blood off as wine."

"I need you to have some of my essence in you, otherwise the process will be painful. If you won't drink the blood, we have other ways to make the transfer."

"You've done this before?"

"Yes, but also, no." He said in that annoyingly self assured tone of his. Apparently this Stephen was much the same as yours once was.

"I'm starting to hate that phrase." You muttered and he chuckled as he stood up and conjured up a viewing orb, showing a woman with red hair.

The orb cycled through hundreds of ways that she died, with over half of them being accompanied by a younger looking and cleanly shaven version of Strange. You covered your mouth at the horrible ways she perished, and you felt tears forming when you saw his sorrowful reaction each time.

You knew the woman in question. Your Stephen had once been engaged to the one in this world, but they broke up swiftly after his accident. You had replaced her as the love of his life, until the day he died from being bitten by Christine. This variant of Stephen could sense your sorrow, and he placed a hand to your shoulder.

"I tried to save her, many times. I wasn't as wise back then, as I am now."

"Then you did end up saving her?"

"No. I destroyed my world for her, and when I did save her, she rejected the horrible creature I had become. I frightened her so much, she died again, and the look on her face told me I needed to stop. So, I did. I stopped. I became a Watcher, and I learned many new skills. I got over her, moved on, then I finally figured out how I can stop a Nexus event quite easily, without tearing a reality apart and corrupting it." He explained as he showed you on the orb what he really looked like. You crouched down and looked at his demonic form, sighing as you felt your heart ache for him.

"You're the only person I've ever done this to. I am hoping this time, you'll be better prepared, and there will be less complications down the line."

"This time?"

"Yes. Fear not, for I won't make the same mistakes I did last time. I've figured out that it's just easier to remove a person from a universe altogether, before their Nexus event can occur to kill them, instead of trying to stop the event by any other means. Then, I just simply don't return them to that universe. They will exist outside of their time and space."

"... You've done this before, and I died? But I'm… I am supposed to be immortal."

"You weren't the first go around. I figured changing your fate, and having Doctor Morbius be able to get his vaccine out would work much better. You see, I am able to twist time in any universe. I can look into the future, but when I do, I actually live through it, before deciding to go back. It's a standard feature on most Doctor Stranges."

"So is being frustratingly cryptic. How did I die?"

"The first time? My dear… I've seen thousands of possible futures for you."

"Ugh, tell me the first time that you actually had to interfere."

"Oh, well, I'd rather not. It was really quite gruesome. That's why I showed you the paperwork. That's exactly what happened to you. In fact, they are due in just a few hours to come and collect you. I turned the clock back, and now I am here to take you away. This world doesn't have anyone capable of coming to find you once I remove you from it."

You sat there quietly and fidgeted with your hands as you glanced at the door and then back at him. You thought back to the many dreams you kept having, and how they all involved your death, or this man. Most recently, they had become very dark and debauched fantasies of him fucking you in various ways, and less about you dying. When given the choice of being stuck here as a glorified farm animal, or going with another variant of your dearly departed husband to see the wonders of the Multiverse, you definitely were choosing the doctor.

Besides, even after seeing what he looked like in the orb compared to how his form was now… Both were very tempting. It was even more tempting he was a variant of your dead lover. You felt your face grow hotter as you thought about those very sexual dreams. Yes, that would be a much better future for you.

"Take me now. I trust you." You finally said while reaching out to grab his hand. His face softened, eye turning that soft baby blue you missed, and he gave you a warm smile, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Good. Do you need to bring anything?"

"No."

***

The place he brought you to was very Strange, pun intended. It was a building in the middle of what looked to be a cluster of bright twinkling lights in outer space.

"That looks like home, the Sanctum Sanctorum…" You said softly, and Stephen placed a hand to your lower back

"It is. I've replicated it perfectly to be my home, with much needed improvements." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved just slightly lower.

"It's way more beautiful than the one I've seen "

"Ah, yes, well… Better materials do go a long way. I've used a lot of rare metals and wood from across the Multiverse. Let me show you the inside."

***

He showed off the entire place, and as the tour progressed, you started to feel off. It wasn't in a bad way, but you found that you felt hot.

Down there.

He was just as much of a talker as your husband was, full of both useful and useless facts. You noticed the artifacts he had were very much different then the ones your Stephen had in his Sanctum, and he enjoyed telling you about any item you pointed at. He was nice about it, much nicer than your husband was. This one kept checking to see if you knew what things were, before offering the information up. He finally brought you to a large room that looked like an old English pub inside, and he sat you down at the bar, with him going behind it.

"I'm sure you'd like some real alcohol, now. I can assure you I have the finest you'll ever find anywhere." He declared happily while grabbing a fancy bottle of Kree Whiskey in one hand, and very elegant looking Asgardian Wine in the other.

"Sure. I want a slushed Bellini with raspberries in it."

He stared at you for a long moment, then slowly put both bottles down.

"You want prosecco?"

"Uh, well, no. I mostly just want a fancy, tangy peach and raspberry slushie, with booze in it."

"Ah, so may I put a different kind of alcohol in it?"

"Sure, why not? Give me something strong." You said firmly, and he went about making you a drink the old fashioned way, without magic.

"So, tell me more about this deal." You asked. He handed you the drink and you took it, smelling it and taking a sip. It tasted exactly how Stephen used to make them and you felt a pang of guilt as you sat here with some copy of your spouse.

"I need an assistant. Not a secretary type, but a partner to help me with overseeing and managing the Multiverse. My friend can only do so much by himself, and he's not allowed to interfere with any of the worlds he watches, but I am, and so are any I bring up here." He casually explained while pouring himself some of the wine.

"There are others here?"

"Just you, me, and Uatu. Uatu has his own area. You'll know him when you see him. Really big bald head, hates my jokes…" Stephen chuckled. The sound was like music to your ears.

"Tell me about you being an Incubus. I remember those dreams. Was that actually you, or was it my brain processing the world around me, because I miss my husband?"

"Oh, that was me."

"Go on."

"There's not much to tell, I'm afraid. I can feed in various ways. I can drain the life force from someone and leave a husk behind. I could straight up devour the entire being, leaving nothing left, or… Or I could use the pleasures of the flesh, and not harm the person I am feeding off of." He sounded quite honest, and that's when you realized you had already been having sex with this man, but in your dreams.

Those overly vivid and realistic dreams that left your panties soaked when you woke up.

A sinful throb beat between your thighs at the thought, and you gave him a playful grin as you reached out and placed your hand on his.

"Oh… Well I don't think I want to be a husk, or eaten. You know, unless my pussy is the one being drained and eaten." You said in a sultry voice. His eyes flashed a dark amber.

"I'd rather fill you up after I eat you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You drank the rest of the Bellini and made a pleased sigh.

"My dear, I don't make threats anymore. I just do it."

"Then stop talking already, and show me what you can do."

Stephen grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers. Everything was replaced by a nicer looking version of your old bedroom that you used to share with Stephen in the Sanctum. You gasped as he pushed you down to the bed and kissed you passionately.

You moaned into his mouth as your tongues danced, and his hands tore your clothes away from your body, almost violently. His hands grabbed at your hips as he chuckled and banished his clothing away. Stephen was nudging himself between your legs, when you put a hand to his chest and stopped him. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Wait…"

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked, a look of hurt flashing through his eyes.

"No… But I want to see you for what you really are when we do this." You said and his face fell into surprise.

"I don't think you'd like that very much." He finally said, his mouth turning into a doubtful frown.

"I saw you in the orb. You don't scare me."

"I only showed you the tamest part of my true form." He muttered bitterly. You reached up and grabbed his face, bringing him down so you were nose to nose.

"I loved my husband with all of my heart. I was devastated when he died. I know you are not him, but I still feel that same connection of love in your presence, like he never left me…" You begged him as you kissed his lips gently.

"But-"

"Please, Stephen?" Again you begged, kissing his cheek and along his neck. He groaned and reared back to look at you.

"Alright. I will show you. I'll understand if you wish to leave. I can put you somewhere nice that I know you'll like and-"

"Stephen. Shut the fuck up and show me what you look like."

He huffed and nodded while his skin darkened slowly. Bit by bit, it became a deep ashy purple, with a sheen of glittery red on it. His eyes went back to being that slitted, dark sunset orange, and he started to grow several multicolored eyes on his forehead and the side of his face. Large horns protruded from his head, and his cloak melted into his back, becoming large leathery wings.

But the most striking thing about him, were all the fucking tentacles.

"You hate it, don't you?" He asked, his voice laced with shame.

"You're beautiful." You breathed back and smiled brightly at him.

"What? No, that's not… I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. That's amazing… Are they… Dangerous?" You asked as you sat up and reached out to grab one of his tentacles. The one you tried to touch, recoiled away from you.

"Sometimes, if I need them to be."

"May I… May I touch it? Please?"

"If that is what you want." He sounded very unsure as the appendage unfurled and rested on your palm. You stared at it and reached up to touch it with your other hand.

It was soft, and not at all slimey, like you thought it would be. Your fingers gently ran over the length of what you could reach. The skin there felt a bit rough, but the underside with the suckers was soft, and very much felt like…

"Oh… Careful now. If you keep that up, I won't be able to stop myself."

You felt your face heat right up at the statement. You looked at his main two eyes as you stroked around each sucker, watching him twitch and grunt. You grinned at him, and decided to see what he would do if you licked it. The impulse was too much to hold on to, and you leaned forward, eyes still locked with his, and gave the girthy appendage a long lick. Stephen groaned, all of his eyes closing halfway as he watched you suck the tip into your mouth.

"Fuck…"

You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling every little circle, dip, curve, and edge. He groaned and leaned forward, caging you in with both hands as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I've never… No one has touched me like this before…" He growled, his voice beginning to warp and sound more like the deep echoing of Eldritch voices you used to hear when your husband cast spells. Your heart fluttered, and your pussy throbbed from the nostalgia.

You took him deeper into your mouth, tongue rolling over his skin as you reached out and grabbed another tentacle. He curled that one around your wrist as you gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing forth another deep moan from him. Your hand left the one at your mouth, going to grab yet another, but this time you placed it between your legs.

He almost wanted to ask what you were doing, when you leaned back and pulled on him. He moved with you, hovering over your body as you spread your legs for him. Stephen hummed as he looked down, another deep rumbling noise emanating from him while he watched you rub him against your wet entrance.

"You're so wet…"

Stephen twitched, but he didn't dare prod you with it. The tentacles that weren't on your body were coiling in anticipation as you took the one in your mouth out with a loud slurp. You gave him a sultry look and placed the wet appendage to your breast.

"Don't be scared, Stephen. I am not as fragile as you'd think." You said, and pressed him against your breast, squeezing softly to encourage him to move it by himself. Your hand pushed the tip of his other tentacle to your clit and you rubbed it in circles. He let out multiple groans and purring noises.

"It's hard not to be, my dear. I could snap you in half with just a thought."

"You sound like my husband." You teased him in a breathy whisper, hands still trying to encourage him to touch you.

"I am your husband…" He groaned and before you could register what he had said, or the meaning behind it, he brought a few more tentacles down to touch you experimentally. You felt two of them curl around your ankles, slowly spreading them farther apart as the one on your breast squeezed and wrapped the tip around your nipple.

"Ohhh… Stephen… Just like that." You murmured softly as one of the suckers melded over your nipple, perfectly covering it, before it started to pulse. Another one curled around your other breast, giving it the same attention and working them in a good rhythm. You whined and pushed your hips up while rubbing him against your clit. More tentacles crept out, one wrapping around your other wrist, snaking its way up your arm and cupping your chin. Stephen leaned down, almost close enough to kiss.

"You're so soft… And warm…" Stephen hummed as he coiled more and more of his tentacles up and around your limbs and torso. He brought a large hand to your back, pulling you closer as he looked into your eyes.

He saw how they shined for him, even half lidded as he slowly pushed into your pussy. Your breathing quickened as he pushed deeper and deeper, slowly pushing the thicker parts in, while the tip slipped back out to curl over your clit. You keened and he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as he slithered all over you.

"Stephen…" You breathed his name, causing him to grunt as a tentacle slowly snaked up your leg and cupped your ass. You felt more, pulling and tugging at your cheeks, with one going to catch the slick that dripped from your pussy, before probing your backdoor.

"Sweet girl… Fuck… How are you this wet?"

"Because of you, Stephen. Because it's you." You murmured back as you felt him move, sliding his thick muscle in more, stretching you wider as another one slipped inside to find your gspot. It felt amazing, feeling two of them writhe inside of you.

"May I… May I put one in your ass?" He growled while rubbing your tight ring of muscle.

"Please." You answered softly. Your hands came up to his face again, fingers gliding up to his horns. He let out another deep sounding growl and shut his eyes.

You felt your asshole slowly being dipped into, then with a sudden sensation of liquid being applied, he pushed in easily. Your head went back as you gasped and panted, feeling three tentacles wiggling inside of you.

"Fuck… You're something else, you know that right? Anyone else would be terrified right now…"

"Th-that's what my h-husband used to saaay- Oh fuck! W-when he used sex magic on meee..." You sassed back as you licked his cheek.

"Shit… What… What sort of things did he used to do to you?" Stephen asked, his mind already spinning a million images as to what his variant did to you.

"Sensory intensifying spells, lubricating spells, g-ghostly touches, mag-gic vibratory aids…" You started to list some things off, and when you mentioned the last one, you suddenly felt intense vibrations coming from each one of his limbs.

"Oh… Gods… Fuck… That feels so g-good!" Your breath came out rushed as he pushed in deeper with all three of them. The way he throbbed and pulsed was amazing, like a designer toy made just to make you come. You felt so full, and it was glorious.

"So pretty… So divine… How could such a beautiful angel like you, let a monster like me do this to you…? You dirty little thing… Fuck…" Stephen husked and slowly put more pressure on each of your sweet spots. You yelped and thrashed, feeling your pussy clench the closer you got to your release.

"I bet you let him double team you with himself, yeah?" He asked, his voice rough and deep as he started to thrust his tentacles in and out of you.

"Y-yes!" You whined back, feeling yourself get to the edge, but not quite able to jump off yet.

"Did you let him fuck you raw, and come inside you?" He asked, and again you whined.

So close…

"Fuck, yeah…"

"How about the multiple arms spell?" He asked as a tentacle slowly wrapped around your throat.

"Yeah… That was always a favorite of mine…" You sighed when he rubbed your cheek. That sigh quickly turned into a debauched moan as he jerked your body flush against his and started to fuck into you faster, the tentacles rubbing you just right.

"Fuck… You feel so wet… Your walls are clenching so tightly around me. I want to see you come." Stephen licked his lips as he turned the vibrations up.

You howled and felt your nerves snap, and you shook violently in his grasp as you came hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he grunted in pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. Stephen rumbled and leaned in, forehead pressed to yours as he watched you writhe and moan. The tentacles in your cunt slowed in their movements, and he slowly pulled them from your dripping hole. You stared at him as he brought them up to his mouth, his very long tongue coming out to lick your juices off of them.

"Fuck, that's hot…" You breathed as you tried to catch your breath. He glanced at you and grinned.

"Naughty girl…" Stephen hummed and slowly moved your legs, bringing your feet up high into the air as he positioned himself between them. You glanced down and gasped, eyes going wide like saucers when you saw just how big his cock was.

"Do you like what you see?" His voice was raspy as he made that purring sound. You shivered and stared at his dick. It was dark red, the bulbous head almost a royal purple as it oozed precome. He had thick veins running all over it, and it looked like he was ribbed!

"Do you think it'll fit? I can make it smaller, more the size you're used to." Stephen asked in that teasing tone you missed so much.

How dare he think you couldn't handle that monster of a cock after he just had two thick tentacles in there!

"I can take it."

"Are you certain? I'll ruin you for anyone else."

"I don't want anyone else. I want you. Now please, Stephen, shut your big mouth and fuck me already!"

"So much confidence… That's hot…" Stephen remarked as he brought you closer, resting the large head of cock on your seam. He gently rubbed you, teasing you as he spread your lips with the tips of his tentacles. With a grunt and a gentle push, he nudged the head of his cock into you. You gasped, feeling him push inside, his girth stretching you far more than his tentacles had.

"Shit… Sssooo… So b-big…" Your voice cracked as he shoved in deeper while he carefully watched your reaction. You began to pant and squirm, fingers digging in harder into the meat of his shoulders

"I can stop if-"

"No! Don't stop!"

You struggled to breathe as he pulled you closer, pushing his throbbing member in as deeply as he could. You whined as you felt his hips kiss yours, his cock bottoming out and pulsing. You felt his heavy balls resting flush against your ass.

"You're doing so well, my little minx. You've taken every last inch of me. Can you feel me deep inside of you? Can feel it throbbing, just for you?" He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust and get used to his size as he cupped your face and kissed your forehead.

"Oh… Gods, y-yes… You feel so good…"

"As do you…" Stephen murmured back, then started whispering a spell into your ear. You felt pleasure tingle all over your body, nerves sparking with fire. Your eyes rolled back, back arching as he began to move his hips.

"Gods be damned… You feel absolutely heavenly…" Stephen growled as his tentacles squeezed and slithered all over your body. He sighed as he sped up, his hips slapping away at yours as he fucked you hard.

"St-stephen!" You called his name and tugged him closer to kiss him. He groaned and stuck his long tongue into your mouth, it sliding around and down your throat. You made small grunting noises as you breathed through your nose, the sensations overwhelming you, and you came.

He pinned you to the bed and pressed you down, his hips fucking up into your tight cavern over and over, sending your senses into overdrive as he pulled another orgasm from your body so quickly after the last. You would have screamed if he wasn't tongue fucking your mouth.

Your nipples suddenly surged with pleasure, and then the suckers on your clit started to send harsh vibrations to it. You gurgled and shook, feeling him draw yet another orgasm from your body. You felt his cock pulse and throb along with every tentacle he had wrapped around you. The one in your ass was purposely pushing against the thin wall between it and his cock, making your eyes roll back as you drooled excessively.

'I'm going to fill you so full…'

You heard his voice in your mind, and all you could do was take his harsh thrusts as he moved in and out of your holes.

You felt his cock throb, and a moment later, he was growling as you felt him spurt the first rope into you. You moaned, feeling more and more fill your womb directly, his come forcing its way out from the side of his cock, and dripping down your ass cheeks.

His come was so warm, and it sent tingles of pleasure through you as you felt the tentacle in your ass begin to fill you like his cock did. You felt warm and sticky, all the other limbs releasing gobs of come all over you. You felt him draw his tongue from your mouth, and he watched as you twitched and thrashed from overstimulation.

His hips slowed down, and then he finally stopped moving altogether, just resting inside of you as he rolled over with you in his arms. You laid on his chest, panting and huffing as his wings slowly wrapped around you, covering you in a warm embrace.

"Stephen..?" You gently asked as you stroked his chest.

"Yes?"

"I missed this so much…" You softly murmured. You felt him kiss the top of your head.

"And I missed you more." He replied as he stroked your shoulder and back with a few tentacles. He had one hand on your ass, the other holding your left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the wedding band that your husband had given to you. You hadn't taken it off since he died.

"Stephen..?" You asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Did you absorb my husband?" You suddenly asked. You felt him still and his hand gripped yours a bit tighter. You heard him swallow, and he took a deep breath.

"Would you be upset if I said yes?" His voice trembled as did his hands. You looked down and noticed the one you were holding had deep dark lines etched into skin.

"No." You sighed happily and nuzzled your face into his chest.

"Then yes."

"Okay. I thought so. I love you." You cooed and kissed his shoulder. He sighed back and held you a bit tighter.

"I love you, too, my dear. Thank you for waiting for me."

"Thank you for coming back to me."

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Chasing Ghosts || Stephen Strange

Summary: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k

You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.

You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.

“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”

“Why do you care?” You said as you gripped the book tighter. “You taught yourself.”

“I know.” He sighed, taking a step closer and closing the portal behind him. “But I didn’t care about my own safety.”

His scarred fingers trembled as he lifted them to your cheek and you leant into the soft touch.

“If I were any other student you wouldn’t stop them.” You murmured as you focused on his cape collar that was constantly curling up.

“But you aren’t any other student.” He sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are my everything.”

“Then help me, teach me how to commune with the spirits.” You begged as you gripped the collar of his cloak and pleaded with your eyes. “Please.”

“Nothing good comes from chasing ghosts.” He said, pulling away ruefully with a shake of his head. “Your parents wouldn’t want this, let them rest in peace.”

He struck his fingers out and the book was torn from your grasp to disappear into a portal that opened in the library. It closed before you could even try to counteract it and you turned your back on Stephen, storming your way across the room to your bed and throwing yourself down among the sheets. You felt the bedding dip under his weight and curled up away from him but he didn’t get the message.

“This is for your own good.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You sniffed. “I just want to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye.”

“I know.” His body curled behind yours, his arm draping over your waist before his cloak covered you both against the cool air of the night. “You’ll be strong enough one day, just be patient.”

When you woke you found Stephen had already left and you forced yourself to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was no way you could possibly eat breakfast with the turmoil clenching your gut so you sat at your desk and opened the bottom drawer, your fingers dancing over the etched title. It wouldn’t take Stephen long to realise the book he had sent back to the library was just a basic grimoire if he checked so you flipped the pages open and located the spell you were after.

Taking a deep breath you imagined the veil between life and death, similar to the mirror dimension. Your movements flowed smoothly, the eldritch magic building and concentrating to your fingertips as golden light cast in a myriad of symbols. The air suddenly grew colder and the light above flickered before the bulb shattered, fear creeping in as you began to lose hold on the spell.

“You just couldn’t help yourself.” Stephen growled as he broke through your locked door and saw the pages open on your desk. “I told you that you weren’t ready.”

You couldn’t answer as it felt like death had a hold on your throat, squeezing the very air from your lungs as you tried to speak. “He…lp.”

Stephen’s eyes widened and he remembered where he had read to the night before, the warnings for those who cast the spell. He was not about to let your soul be the price for your mistake, no matter how angry he was. Unlocking the Time Stone from the necklace he wore, he rewound time to when you found the book and took it away so the future you had just lived dissolved out of existence.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as the air rushed back into your lungs with a deep shuddering breath.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe that.” He spat before departing as quickly as he arrived.

You fell to the chair behind your desk, feeling guilty for what had transpired and wishing you could make it right. After an hour of pondering you knew you needed to find Stephen and apologise properly so you raised your sling ring and imagined his study. Another portal was opening just as yours did and you looked at Stephen’s surprised face.

“I was just coming to find you.” You said, closing the needless portal as Stephen stepped through his. “I wanted to-”

“Before you say anything further.” Stephen interrupted coolly. “I want you to know that what you did was absolutely reckless and could have got you killed.”

Your head dropped and your heart hurt at the disappointment in his tone. “I know.”

“But, I can’t punish you for something I would have done if it were me. That doesn’t excuse you, I’m still upset that you lied to me. And, that you tricked me with a child’s ruse.” His lip twitched as he tried not to smile and he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the meditation chamber at noon. Oh, and bring the necklace your parents gave you, you’ll need it to anchor their spirits.”

Your jaw dropped and you threw yourself into his arms, his hands gripping your hips as he ducked his head down to meet your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered between kisses that deepened with each passing second. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. I’m only doing this because you are so stubborn you’ll probably try another stunt.” He sighed. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”

“I won’t.”

Your fingers trailed down his chest, reaching for the leather belt strapped around his waist before he caught your hands. “We don’t have time, I’ve been summoned to Kama-Taj.”

You smirked as you pulled your hands back, taking another attempt at undressing your lover as you looked at the chain hanging around his neck. “The way I see it, we have all the time in the world.”

Stephen stepped out of your reach as he opened the amulet and froze the world around you, the birds out your window suspended mid flight, even the flame of the candle no longer flickered. “The things I do for you.”

You bit your lip and stepped closer, dropping to your knees as you tore through his belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it.”

His head tipped back as you freed his cock and stroked his length, your tongue teasing over his tip. Stephen gripped your desk behind him as your tongue traced the veins along his shaft before you wrapped your lips around him and took him to the back of your throat.

“Christ, that feels perfect.” Stephen moaned as he pressed a hand to the back of your head and pulled you closer, setting the pace. “Tongue, tongue.”

You pushed your tongue out flat the way he liked and his hips bucked at the sensation, more moans filling the air before he pulled away panting. You smiled as you looked up under your lashes, enjoying how quickly you could bring him to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t want to finish in your mouth, not when he had the time to enjoy your pussy, so it was no surprise that he pulled you to your feet and marched you to your bed, your clothes falling to the floor along the way.

“On your knees.” He ordered as he shucked his cloak and shirt, the material joining his pants on the floor while his cloak hovered in the corner.

You did as you were told and knelt on all fours in the centre of the bed, his heated stare melting your core as he ran his palm over your ass. Your lips parted with a hiss as his hand came down hard and his palm spanked your asscheek, the burn quickly turning to a pleasurable warmth between your legs as he rubbed the smarting spot.

“That is for not listening to me.” He said before his fingers dipped between your slit and felt how wet you were. “This is because you scared me.”

His palm struck again, a wet slap against your dripping pussy lips that vibrated straight through your cunt and left your legs trembling. A cry of pleasure filled the room and your head dropped to the bedding as his fingers delved deep in your pussy and stretched you ready for him.

“Please, Stephen, I need more than your fingers.” You begged as you pushed your hips back against him but his digits couldn’t reach the depth you needed and his cock could hit.

He could be stubborn when he wanted but he was desperate for you as he knelt behind and ran his head through your folds. He thrust forward and speared his cock deep inside, knocking the air from your lungs as he hit your cervix and still tried to push deeper. Your fingers clutched at the bedding and your whimpers were muffled as you buried your face in them out of habit.

“Come here, love.” Stephen soothed as he pulled you upright, chest warming your back and his beard teasing your nape as he placed kisses across your skin. “No one can hear us now.”

His hands felt as if they were everywhere all at once, cradling your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his fingers, snaking down your navel before reaching your clit. You finally stopped silencing your voice, his name filling the room as he worked you to the edge of bliss, trapped between his long, hard thrusts and quick, circling fingers.

“Harder, please, oh god, Stephen…” Your head fell back to his shoulder and he watched the pleasure on your face as your lips parted with a silent scream, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

“Let go, love, you’re so fucking tight, holding back.” He growled low in your ear as your walls clamped down around his cock and he starved off his own release with gritted teeth. “I need to feel you come.”

The elastic band in your belly snapped as he grunted and slapped his hips hard against yours, your orgasm sending your pussy spasming around him and tipping him over the edge. Warmth flooded your core and the waves of pleasure dripped down your thighs, Stephen’s release quickly joining as he rode you through the aftershocks until you were both shaking with overstimulation.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as he eased out of your abused cunt. “Don’t disobey me again.”

You chuckled as you regained your breath, turning around so you could wrap your arms over his pale shoulders. “I love you too.”

His eyes narrowed as you didn’t address his order. “You’re going to disobey me aren’t you.”

“I mean, it was hardly a punishment to enforce good behaviour.” You teased. “Being bad seems to have its rewards.”

His lips twitched before he gave up trying to hide his smile and he pulled you closer for a rough kiss that left a beard burn around your lips. “Get dressed, your next punishment will have to wait until later.”

Your pussy throbbed at the thought and a soft moan fell from your lips. “Promise?”

His pupils dilated as he watched your body react so easily to him and he fought the urge to keep time suspended for even longer. “Trust me.”

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probablyfunrpgideas · 8 months

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RPG Linguistics

In many editions of D&D or Pathfinder, there's a way to play a character who does some arcane magic and some swordfighting, with varying degrees of efficiency or support between the two abilities. Whether you're a multiclass fighter/wizard, an Eldritch Knight, a Magus, a Duskblade, or some other variation, you could probably be accurately called a gish, which is a Githyanki word meaning "nerd who uses words from a fantasy language".*

But why do warrior/mages have all the attention? Here are some alternative combinations of adventuring skills you should play, with totally real titles. A blanv is a thief/cleric type, who uses their cunning to gain access to strange places, and has the blessings of a deity to solve the problems found there. A zumble is a druid/paladin with supreme talents as a mounted combatant. Their animal companions benefit from all the enhancing magic they can bestow. A stilton is a bard/artificer who makes their own magical instruments. With social panache and technical expertise, they often have a mercantile disposition.

#idea #tabletop rpgs #d&d #d&d 5e #pathfinder #d&d 3.5

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woxeldritchcounty · 10 months

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Miskatonic University was founded in the mid 1800s and quickly became one of the most prestigious universities in the northeast. Despite this prestige and the academic rigor associated with it, it has been beset many times by tragedy and strange happenings.

Putting the “dark” truly into “dark academia”, Miskatonic is the perfect place for the student of horror, the occult, and the arcane. At Miskatonic on World of Eldritch County, you can take over a dozen interactive classes, roleplay in our forums, be a part of one of our four dormitory clubs, and interact with other students and Arkhamites in our interactive character chats!

Join us at World of Eldritch County, where madness reigns supreme.

#horror #lovecraft #roleplay #rp forum #jcink #wox #rp site #roleplaying #horror rp #lovecraftian #writing #horror writing

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slenbee · 2 months

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Requests: Open!

Prompts can be found here!

Each request will be anywhere from 300-500 words to 1k+ words (but NOT a novel). If you’ve got a specific scenario feel free to tell me* about it!... But remember, that I am but a smol bean, and am easily frightened by large requests.

I try write these for fun, and they're free.

If you want me to write you a super detailed, multi character, or multi page fic, please consider paying me for it. (it's 1 cent per word. You literally can't ask for less than that.)

Pairings I will write: Loki x Tony (Frostiron) Bucky x fem!reader (MCU, vampire, werewolf, and demon variants!) Supreme Stephen Strange x fem!reader (Marvel What If? Series) Walter De Ville x fem!reader (The Invitation) Beelzemon x fem!reader (Digimon) Myotismon x fem!reader (Digimon)

I will write: fluff, angst, smut, soulmate AU’s, supernatural/fantasy themes/AU’s ie werewolves, vampires, mermen, eldritch horrors, you get the gist. There’s little that’s off that table lol.

I will not write: Torture, death, dismemberment, scat, water sports, non-con, r*pe, gross stuff in general. tl:dr always ask just to make sure!

NOTE: Reader will ALWAYS be 18+!

I look forward to writing for you!

*I have the right to refuse any of the prompts I may receive in my inbox. Please be kind and courteous of me as a small writer. Thank you.

#frostiron #digimon x reader #bucky x reader #stephen strange x reader #beelzemon x reader #myotismon x reader #walter de ville x reader

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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For Him - Stephen Strange x Reader (Part 2: Can You Hold Me)

So I decided to make a part 2 for “For You”, then I just kept writing and writing, and this went far further than I expected. So now this is a mini series “Can You Hold Me,” that will have 4 parts. This part has 616/Main Stephen, and the next will have Sinister.

Part 2 Paring: Stephen Strange x X-Men F!Reader (Xavier’s Second/Successor for Illuminati) Part 1 Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Reader

Word Count: 5,472

Description: Two years after the death of her partner on Titan, Y/N’s world is flipped upside down by another Stephen crash landing into her universe.

Other Things: During the events of MoM. This reader is a mutant that has a mixture of psychic magical powers she’s still working out. Professor X is kinda a father figure. Appearances by Illuminati panel, Christine, and America

Warnings (For this part): Spoilers for MoM. Swearing. Drugged tea. (I don’t dislike Christine, but it made sense to have this reader not like her a whole lot, so no actual shade to her.)

Series List Part 1 Part 3 (coming soon)

The day had felt… off. Not that any day had felt particularly good over the last two years. But it had all slipped into a normal routine.

Y/N spent most nights at the Sanctum, Mordo had allowed her to keep the bedroom she once shared with Stephen, and take on duties as the second master of the Sanctum as she learned more. While at first it hurt to be there, over time it was comforting. Being surrounded by his things almost felt like he’d be back. Almost.

She spent most of her days at the Illuminati headquarters, continuing her various responsibilities and assisting Professor Xavier as needed. On her rare days off she tended to find herself practicing at Kamar-Taj, spending time with her family at the X-Mansion, or teaching classes for the students there.

Kamar-Taj had proved to be useful. Beyond learning their form of eldritch magic, she found their techniques and meditation had helped her gain better control over her own powers.

But today of all days, she had time off and she just lounged around the Sanctum, in particular on a couch by the front window that faced the large statue of her late parter. Mordo was gone for the day, and something compelled her to just stay put. An odd feeling she couldn’t shake no matter what she tried to do.

Two forms had come up to the statue, obviously studying it closely though most of them remained hidden to her from that angle. It wasn’t unusual for tourists and fans alike to do so, but something about the way they stood there so long unnerved her. With Mordo out for the day, defending the Sanctum fell to her.

Quickly tugging her boots on and snatching her sling ring from the coffee table, she heads to the front door and tugs it open. Taking a step onto the porch she stands in her most intimidating stance, “Is there a reason you’ve been on our grounds for ten minutes? This is sacred grounds, take your photos and leave.”

“I know these grounds fairly well actually,” a familiar voice says, a chill running up her spine as a man steps away from the statue and into her line of sight.

“I- Stephen?” She asks breathlessly, her chest aching painfully as the nearly identical version of her dead lover stands before her. “Y-you’re dead.”

“Stephen?” he questions and gestures at the statue. “You know me then? I’m not that guy obviously, but we need your help.”

“You’re his variant,” she states flatly, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. “From another universe.”

“Yeah, you know the Multiverse?” He asks as he takes another step toward her, a teenage girl following behind him. “Honestly that makes this a hell of a lot easier to explain and maybe you can actually help us.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she takes a deep breath then beckons them forward, “Come in, we can talk.”

Heading back into the Sanctum without looking back, she makes a sharp turn and slumps into a chair in a sitting room off the foyer.

Stephen and the teenager follow shortly after, both looking at her curiously as they each take a seat.

Her fingers dig into the arms of the chair as her eyes flicker between the two of them.

“Are you… alright?” The teenager asks.

“I… I’m not sure, I’m sorry,” she offers her a small smile. “I wasn’t expecting the dead to rise again today so to speak. I finally get one day off from all the crazy shit, and this,” she gestures vaguely at them.

“Do you want a hug Y/N?”

Y/N’s brows rise immediately as she regards the teenager, “Do we know each other?”

“Well not this you, but I know you in other universes,” she explains. “We’ve been friends in all the universes I’ve met you in, I’m America by the way.”

“You know other variants of me?”

“A few yeah, you’ve helped me before. Well the two of you have helped me before,” she grins looking back toward Stephen.

“I have heard the two of us run into one another in many universes,” Y/N chuckles. “For better or for worse I suppose.”

“Well the last one I ran into he completely messed it up and you’d dumped him, but the one before that you two were married and had kids.”

Y/N’s smile strains at her words, eyes dropping to the tile, “I see. Well unfortunately my Stephen has passed, and I’m probably not as useful for helping people who hopped universes as him. But tell me what you need?”

“Do you know who Wanda is?” Stephen asks, leaning forward in his seat.

“Maximoff? Yes, she’s retired. And I’d prefer she stay that way, her father is enough drama to deal with.”

“Father?”

“Magneto, Erik. He causes enough issues for the X-Men, and it’s my primary job to assist and help Professor Xavier.”

“X-Men? People from that Xavier Institute?”

Y/N nods slowly and crosses her arms, “It appears you don’t know much about any of that, so we’ll leave that bit there. Just continue on.”

As the two continue on explaining their predicament and how they ended up in this universe, Y/N sighs heavily, “You aren’t safe here. You aren’t safe anywhere if she has the Darkhold.”

“What do you mean by that?” Stephen asks, his eyes searching hers.

“The Darkhold is… it has… She was right before, she was being reasonable compared to what she can do. More than likely she’s going to Dreamwalk now to get you.”

“Dreamwalk?”

“Taking over the body of one of your variants in another universe for a short time. While they’re in the body they can feel, speak, and act as if they were actually there. It’s incredibly dangerous, and it causes incursions. She could destroy both yours and our universe with it.”

“And exactly that has happened before,” a forth voice says, accompanied by the sound of footsteps entering the room. Mordo appears looking grim and carrying a tray of tea. “I saw we had guests, and brought tea.”

“Mordo, I didn’t know you were home,” Y/N says scrambling to her feet to grab the tray from him and gives him a nervous smile.

“I wasn’t meant to be, I finished early. You should have called me Y/N,” he scolds and pulls the tray from her to hand each of them a cup.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“There is a variant of Strange sitting in our foyer, and we have a witch preparing to Dreamwalk into our universe. You shouldn’t be handling this alone,” he says firmly before pressing a cup into her hands and gently pushing her back into her seat.

Taking a seat himself, he turns to their guests with a smile, “I apologize for the tense entry, the Multiverse is a delicate subject, and I try to keep her out of that level of danger. Your other self demanded it, my brother.”

Stephen looks at him cautiously, “My other self demanded you keep her safe, so you do?”

“Of course, she’s trouble but he was quite fond of her. We all are,” he chuckles as Y/N rolls her eyes.

“So you’re the master of this Sanctum here?”

“Sorcerer Supreme, after our Strange passed.”

Taking another sip of her tea, Y/N starts to feel a buzzing in her head. Looking across at Stephen she notices his face starting to droop and America’s eyes fighting to stay open next to him. Looking down at the tea, she suddenly notices the flecks of green in it, “MOR-!” She tries to shout before she collapses from her chair to the ground as she hears people scuffling around her.

“Christine fucking let them out!” Y/N snarls as she walks into the lab smoothing her robes. “They’ve done nothing wrong and you know it.”

“Y/N I know you’re… heavily invested. But Doctor Strange is dangerous.”

A low growls emits from her as she grits her teeth and glances back at the sorcerer staring through the glass at her, “No. He isn’t. This one hasn’t even done anything. He’s trying to save a fucking child and he’s still dangerous?”

“They’re all dangerous Y/N, you know that. You need to calm down or I will call for Professor Xavier,” Christine threatens as she takes a step closer.

“Why? Am I dangerous too? Go ahead and say it, I’ve been told enough times that the freak mutant is dangerous,” she seethes. “If it’s what you’re saying, say it, to my face this time.”

“Y/N?”

The voice calling her name immediately turns her attention towards the glass and she steps away from Christine to face him.

“Let’s not hurt anybody, I just want to get out of here and find a way to save the kid. Wanda will come here, and she’s going to kill all of us to get to her,” he says as calmly as he can, his voice bringing her in closer until she stands right in front of his glass prison.

“I-I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I’m taking this seriously. I want to get you out of here.”

“You should probably not be in here,” Christine says after a moment, flinching slightly at the glare directed her way. “You’re easily influenced by him.”

“Yeah well, this one likes you better anyway,” she mutters, crossing her arms tightly across her body. “Don’t even think he knows me.”

“The Doctor Strange of this universe… he dated both of you?” Stephen asks.

“Dated is a strong word for our back and forth for years, a long time ago,” Christine answers before gesturing at Y/N. “She can tell you more than that.”

“We’d been together six years when you died,” Y/N admits quietly, looking down at the ground. “We lived together at the Sanctum. Talked about getting married and having kids and… shit it doesn’t matter.” She roughly wipes at her eyes as she feels tears forming.

“I’m sorry,” he replies gently, kneeling down to be closer to her as she turns to look at him.”He sounds like he had an easier time talking about those things than I do.”

Y/N snorts at that, stifling a laugh, “Took him a long time to get to that. Hell he spent an entire year making eyes at me and vehemently denying it instead of making any kind of move. But he got there.”

She reaches down to her robes and grabs her sling ring, holding up the inscription to the glass for him to see, “This sort of thing was more his style than speaking about it.”

Swallowing hard as he reads the inscription, he looks back to the woman holding it. While earlier she must have been holding back, she now exudes magical energy. “So you’re a Sorcerer and a mutant? What are your powers?”

“You and Mordo have taught me some eldritch. But my power primarily lies in a mixture of psychic magical powers that tends to make most people nervous when I first explain them,” she says with a small grin.

“Can I see an example? Doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”

She looks at him for a moment before nodding, “Keep calm though. I don’t want you going into shock. Some do the first time.”

“Y/N is this really appropriate?” Christine huffs from her desk. “He’s currently a prisoner.”

“I’m not letting him out, and you’ve all insisted he has to sit around until the full panel is ready to see him. I don’t see why not.”

Stephen looks up to Christine who sighs in response, then back down at Y/N, “So you’re going to shock me or something?”

“Oh nothing like that, nothing painful. Just surprises some people. Though I’d imagine you’ve used an astral form so you should be fine.”

“What does my astral-”

Before he can finish the sentence he feels a ringing in his head, forcing him to close his eyes tightly as it gets louder.

Once it finally ceases, he opens his eyes to see himself in a slightly different version of his bedroom at the Sanctum, Y/N sits on the bed studying him closely.

“Think what you want to say, don’t say it out loud. If you speak it, everyone around our bodies will hear. If you think, only I will hear.”

“Where are we?” He asks, also taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I mean this is my bedroom, but it’s not is it?”

“It’s not,” she confirms, flopping back on the mattress with a sigh. “This is my main power I suppose. We’ve called it creating pocket psychic dimensions. Allows us to talk in private and or across long distances. Also amplifies my other abilities and lets me control most things here since I created it.”

“Is it always in here?”

“No, it’s my comfort place, and I assumed if it looks anything like yours then it would be comforting to you. I could put us nearly anywhere. I’ve used it to replicate a battlefield and trick people before, fairly useful.”

“Fascinating,” he mumbles, looking around the room before looking back down at her. “You’re fascinating.”

Y/N’s eyes widen and she turns her head away in embarrassment, “Apologies. You look and sound so much like him. I still… react.”

Stephen nods understandingly and reaches out to pat her head gently, “How long has he been gone?”

“Two years,” she all but whispers. “Two very long years.”

“You really loved him,” he says, a sad smile on his face.

“Do we know each other in your universe? You didn’t seem to recognize me earlier so I assumed not.”

“We don’t,” he confirms, letting her take his hand in hers to examine his scars. “Few know about the Xavier school at all, I’ve only heard in passing, they keep to themselves. Mutants either aren’t that prevalent or hide well.”

“I see. Makes me wonder if I’m a mutant at all there. Assumed I was in all universes. Comforting to know maybe in one I was normal.”

“You don’t want to be? I don’t know the full extent of your powers, but pocket psychic dimensions sounds rather powerful. And you’ve done all this and seem hardly bothered by maintaining it.”

“In this universe we’re hated and hunted. Not openly, they’re supposed to leave us alone now. There’s been laws passed that they aren’t just allowed to kill us. But any mutant determined to be dangerous can be captured. Meaning any mutant they feel like. They have collars that dampen our powers and shock us. Throw us in cells we can’t break free from, test all manner of shit on us in the name of ‘science.’ Most people are disgusted by us or just avoid us in general. Hell, Stephen fired at least five scientists from the labs for making nasty comments about me or Charles. You just get used to being detested after it’s been that way your entire life, but… you sorta hope for more.”

“That’s… fucking awful,” he responds with a long blink, trying to process it all. “You’ve been…?”

She shifts in the bed to pull down the collar of her robes to reveal the scars on her neck,“Mhm. I was dangerous. I am wildly dangerous according to many people.” Her eyes drift shut at the words.

“Apparently they think I am as well,” he comments, finding himself leaning forward to brush his fingertips across her scars with his free hand. “Yet you don’t?”

“I think we both have the ability to be insanely dangerous,” she answers, her eyes flickering open for a moment to meet his. “If you’re anywhere near the level of power my Stephen had, we could level a small country and make it back in time for lunch. The point being we wouldn’t do that.”

“You trust me,” he states simply, enjoying the smile that curls on her lips.

“You were one of the first non-mutant people to trust me. Or he was. However you want to say it,” she admits. “Looked at me like I wasn’t some freak. Called my powers fascinating, wonderful, unique. Helped me learn to better control them. Became my best friend then the man I loved. You believed in me, and I’ll always believe in Doctor Strange, even if you aren’t the exact man I knew. Your mind and energy feel like him. So yes. I trust you.”

“I don’t know you… but I feel as if I do,” he replies, letting his hand drift to her shoulder. “I think I had dreams of you.”

“That would make sense, dreaming of your multiversal self. Me and him were together often.”

Letting himself drop back on the bed beside her, he stares up at the familiar canopy, “I really have to save this kid.”

“I know,” she responds, her fingers tracing over his scars. “You’re terrified. Wanda nearly beat you once and you know she’ll be back soon.”

“You got all of that out of what I’ve said?” He asks curiously.

“No, when we do this your mind is shared with me. I try to block out most things that aren’t direct words toward myself. But I can feel your fear.”

“That’s nice to be told after the fact, I could have been thinking about anything,” he teases.

“Like I said, I try to ignore it. Unless you’d been screaming something in your mind most would pass by when I’m not actively trying. At least now. Wasn’t always the case before.”

“I have a random question, but I’m not sure if I’m going to get an angry answer.”

“Is that you inviting me to pull it out of your head?”

“Why is it so tense between you and Christine?”

Her hand stills on his for a moment as she flashes him a look, “I’m not sure about your universe, but here generally you don’t get along with your partner’s ex that swimmingly. Usually.”

“Just that?”

“I just… she… advised him from getting close to me.”

“Because they were still close?”

“Not exactly. I overheard it, she said it’s because of me. That she thinks I’m a good person, but that I’m too dangerous and have unstable powers that I don’t even fully understand. That getting close to me was inviting something bad to happen to him. Then she turns around and starts calling all Doctor Strange’s dangerous. She doesn’t trust me, and once she stopped trusting you, you were dangerous. It’s nothing to do with ability and all to do with trust. She just gets under my skin because of it. I don’t think she’s a bad person, and she’s working to keep this universe safe, I just personally have a hard time getting along with her.”

Stephen hums in response, taking in the moment around him. One of the most powerful beings he’d come into contact with was practically breathing down his neck. He’s in a different universe. He’s been trapped in a cell to be brought before an unknown panel to judge his fate.

Yet here he lays in a replica of his bedroom in some temporary pocket dimension, on the bed with the partner of a deceased variant of himself, just idly lounging and enjoying her touch as if they’d done it a hundred times. As if all hell wasn’t about to rain upon them.

“I like this,” he admits after a moment. “It’s… peaceful.”

“Me too,” she responds, releasing his hand and rolling onto her side to look at him. “I’ve only used this for business since my Stephen died. Forgot how relaxing it is when you’re comfortable. Your mind and energy are very relaxing, always have been.”

“Not sure how, I don’t feel very relaxed that often.”

“Yet you nearly instantly relaxed the minute you opened your eyes in here.”

“Do you think your power works across universes?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe? Why?” She slowly lays her hand on his chest over his heart, relaxing as he nods at the gesture.

“If we all survive this, make it home, and it does; invite me to visit sometimes alright? I could use the break.”

“Deal, I could get used to having you around,” she says softly as her fingertips stroke his chest and send a shiver up his spine.

“Now that… that sounds far more dangerous than anything else I’ve heard recently,” he jokes and leans into her as she presses a kiss to his temple.

“Mhm. Possibly. You have always been my weak spot Stephen. I trust you, and I’ll continue to trust you until you give me a reason not to.”

“I won’t,” he mutters, clearing his throat as he looks down in her eyes with his heart beating rapidly below her palm.

Giving him a sharp smile, she leans into him, “Now, how about we go save the Multiverse wizard of mine?”

Blinking his eyes back open, Stephen finds himself back in the glass prison with several pairs of eyes on him, and the sound of familiar voices arguing.

“That was incredibly reckless Y/N!” Mordo snaps at her in annoyance. “We have no way of knowing if the cuffs work in those dimensions, he could have killed you.”

Y/N shrugs and gives Stephen a smirk, “He’s done nothing to show he would want to hurt me. Besides, it’s insulting you think I’d just let someone kill me in my own domain so easily. You’d have at least known there was a battle going on. Not just our bodies sitting here silently. Also don’t think I’ve just forgotten that little drugging incident Mordo! ”

Mordo pinches the bridge of his nose, “I promised him I would protect you, but you make it very difficult at times Y/N. I knew you weren’t going to cooperate so I had to gave you the tea as well. You were and are safe.”

“I’m not a child, and I don’t need constant supervision.”

“I don’t give you constant supervision, our Strange warned us of his variants showing up. He thought they would be dangerous. Then one does and you immediately attach yourself to his side, take him into a space where I can’t protect you, and become obstinate!” Mordo growls back at her.

“I’m not an idiot, I’m being careful. I didn’t immediately trust him. I can better read people in my dimension, and everything he says is true. He’s not here to do anything nefarious, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He didn’t even come here on purpose.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed and his ghost is going to torment me until the end of time,” he mutters angrily.

“Nah. Don’t worry, if I die I’ll handle him myself,” she grins with the quick tilt of her head. “I can be quite convincing with him.”

“That you are,” Mordo sighs and calls several bots to enter the room. “Strange you will come with me now to face judgement by the Illuminati.”

The glass slowly opens and Stephen descends the steps to be instantly surrounded by the bots, Y/N giving him a reassuring smile.

“I’m coming along,” Y/N insists as Mordo tries to stop her.

“Y/N please just listen. I think it’s best you stay out of this one,” he says gently. “Your mind is trying to deal with his reappearance, you’re going to be hurt more if you go. And I don’t mean physically.”

“It’s my job Mordo, drop it,” she responds, stepping ahead of Stephen and beckoning the bots to follow.

As they enter the room, all eyes seem to focus on the pair of them. A look of sadness seemingly directed to Y/N.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Reed Richards asks firmly.

“Well no, I think this entire thing is ridiculous actually,” she responds with a smirk. “Let’s just let him go so he can save the kid and go on with our lives.”

Richards sighs and shakes his head, “You know that I meant your involvement in these proceedings.”

“She’s an Illuminati member as well Reed,” Xavier says as he enters the room. “This is where she’s meant to be.” He gestures for her to come stand beside him.

“Wait you’re part of this panel?” Stephen asks as she walks away to take her place beside Charles.

“Has she not fully introduced herself Stephen?” Charles chuckles and gestures to Y/N. “Y/N Y/L/N, master of psychic magic and pocket dimension creation. Apprentice and successor to Charles Xavier on the Illuminati board of maintaining universal peace. Head of security division for the Illuminati. Recent master of the mystic arts pledged to Kamar Taj and second master of the New York Sanctum. Part time teacher at the Xavier Institute. And partner of the late Sorcerer Supreme, one Stephen Strange.”

Y/N takes an awkward bow, obviously flustered, “You build me up far more than I deserve Charles.”

“You’re an impressive woman, you have your titles because you earned them. And he deserves to know who’s going to be fighting so staunchly for him.”

“She is impressive, exceedingly so,” Stephen calls out, sending a smile her way.

“Don’t flirt with her,” Captain Carter snaps at him, his gaze moving to her. “We’re not going to let you prey on her loss.”

“He’s not preying on my loss,” Y/N says, giving the Captain a hard stare. “You know I’m going to stand on his side because I still think the wrong decision was made last time. And as I’ve told Doctor Palmer, this Stephen has done nothing wrong.”

“I’d argue him being here is wrong,” Richards states, earning himself a glare as well.

“I don’t know what you are all talking about, and frankly I don’t care. The Scarlet Witch is on her way here to take that kid’s powers. If she gets her powers, she could destroy the Multiverse. I’m not the threat here,” Stephen says out to the room, taking a step forward. “So just get these cuffs off me, give me my kid back, and let us get on our way.”

“We can handle your witch, it’s you we’re concerned about Doctor Strange,” Richards responds leaning forward.

“No we cant,” Y/N interrupts. “She’s too powerful. She has the Darkhold and she tore through their Kamar-Taj forces like they were children.”

“And you know this how?” Captain Marvel asks, glancing at her.

“I saw it. I took him in a psychic room. He was terrified when thinking about it. Caught glimpses of the wreckage. The two of them barely escaped with their lives.”

Mordo sighs heavily from his seat, “Y/N… you’re getting too attached. We know you carry guilt, but defending this man won’t set back time.”

“Ok what the hell happened to other me?” Stephen finally asks. “Your statue said he died a hero yet all I’ve heard is you all going on about guilt and decisions and danger.”

“Our Doctor Strange turned to the Darkhold seeking answers to defeat Thanos,” Xavier responds. “He didn’t find it. But he did find himself lost to it. By the time he realized what he was doing, he’d caused an incursion that killed everyone in a universe. He turned himself into us. Helped us find another way to defeat Thanos with the Book of Vishanti, then accepted the punishment.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Xavier fixed him with a stare and he feels pressure growing on his brain until a scene plays before his eyes.

Y/N and his variant on the ground on their knees embracing in the ruins of Titan. Tears running down her eyes as he thanks her and she adjusts her grip on him.

Their lips lock and pieces of him seem to disintegrate into the air as their lips move on one another until only Y/N remains.

Her form falling to her hands and screaming, a wave of power destroying the ruins around her as she sobs.

As the vision fades away, his eyes flicker to Y/N who now refuses to look him in the eye, “You… killed me?”

“You insisted. That you had to go, that you couldn’t trust yourself. I fought and fought and fought. You- he… said he wanted to die in my arms, by me. I- I gave him what he asked for. If I didn’t… he’d have found another way,” she explains as her voice cracks and tears well at the corners of her eyes.

“So you all think she’s trying to help me because she feels guilty about having to kill other me?” Stephen asks, receiving mostly silent nods in response.

“Why do I need any other reason than he’s fucking done NOTHING wrong?” Y/N exclaims, stomping her foot in annoyance as she steps out in front of the other members. “I didn’t agree with the other judgement, but at least he’d done something. Now you sit here wanting to convict someone who has done literally nothing, for past mistakes of a different man. I’m fighting for him, the man in front of me, not a ghost like you’re trying to damn him for.”

“We cannot trust him!” Mordo shouts back taking his own step toward Y/N. “Think with your head dammit Y/N! Anything that involves him makes you just lose all sense.”

Y/N’s eyes widen for a moment before narrowing at him and taking a step towards the Sorcerer Supreme with magical energy starting to crackle around her, “I’m not letting you all kill another Stephen. I know I made a promise to him, but I won’t hesitate Mordo. You’ve gotten on my last nerve today.”

“Y/N’s compassion is not a weakness,” Charles states trying to diffuse the situation between the two magic users. “Having a heart and wanting to see the best in people is not a negative. Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn’t mean they’re lost forever.”

Taking a step back from Mordo, Y/N lets her magic drop and looks to the floor, “Excuse my behavior Professor.”

Mordo sighs and sits back in his seat, “I don’t wish to fight with you Y/N, I apologize.”

“So what are we going to-” Captain Carter begins to say before alarms cut her off.

“The building’s been breeched,” Richards states, quickly getting to his feet.

“No shit genius,” Strange mumbles in annoyance, his eyes drifting back to Y/N who looks at him worriedly.

“Mordo you stay here and watch him, the rest of us will handle this,” he continues heading toward the exit.

“More like get yourselves killed!” Stephen yells after him. “You can’t fight her. Her power is beyond what you’ve ever faced, I can assure you that.”

Richards stops for a moment and glances back for a moment in consideration, “Y/N, this sounds like we’re going to need you up front.”

“You can’t be serious!” Stephen seethes, stepping closer to the platform. “If you send her out there she’s going to get killed.”

“Reed, Y/N will go with me. She’s not one of your frontline fighters, that’s not where our powers are needed,” Xavier states simply, causing the man to frown. “We will meet you out there. Go.”

They all race out the door until just Xavier, Mordo, Y/N, and Stephen remain.

“Doctor Strange, you need to get out of here, protect America Chavez, and get to the Book of Vishanti,” Xavier quickly says before turning his chair toward Mordo.

“I- you can’t be serious Charles! We can’t trust this man!”

Seeing the two begin to argue, Y/N slips off the platform silently and grabs Stephen by the cuffs on his wrist, a blue haze surrounds them and they disintegrate into dust at their feet, “Get to America and find Christine, she knows where the tunnel to the book is. We’ll hold him back. Just hurry.”

“Don’t you know where it is? Just come with me,” he whispers urgently, gripping her hands in his.

“We’re about thirty seconds from Mordo realizing I’ve released you. Charles can only distract him so long, my turn to distract him by getting my ass kicked and dragged across the tile is about to come up. Now go,” she hisses back, pressing a kiss to his cheek then shoving him toward the door.

Racing toward the exit, he hears a shout from Mordo quickly followed by the sound of combat. Trying to shake the worry for her from his thoughts, he heads down the first hall that opens up to him. First, find America. Second, find The Book of Vishanti. Third, find out if Y/N made it out of this. One thing at a time.

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celestiall0tus · 6 months

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Alright, getting my thoughts together as I TRY to relax after work fuckers piss me off.

Into the Fire

(y'all are getting nothing more on Lady and the Scoundrel tonight as I'm in no mood to address Chloe stans. I will snap and none of ya wanna see that.)

This will be taking place before the next school year when the characters are set to start high school (since that is where canon loosely left off at (I think)). The summer is coming to an end and it's been a whirlwind. The group encountered an Eldritch kwami known as Velze who shuffled the kwamis and changed their concept and powers, the group has been relearning about the kwamis' powers and other abilities, as well as adapting to the kwamis' new personalities.

Now it all comes to a head when a portal opens and grabs Cicada (Marinette), dragging her through. In an attempt to save her, Luka, Juleka, Rose, Alix, Adrien, Kagami, Alya, Mylene, Emilie, and Nathalie are pulled in with her.

A portal opens above Paris in the reverse universe where the Supreme rules, though their rule weakened with the loss of the ladybug and black cat jewels. The heroes plummet from the portal and are separated save for Marinette. She remains suspended just below the portal trapped within a bright, prismatic light until the bells begin to toll.

Now the group must find each other again while navigating the strange world and fighting against the makeshift squad of Paris's elites and up-and-coming youth vying for the Supreme's favor.

This squad will consist of reverse Luka, Juleka, Zoe, Chloe, Lila, Alix, Felix, and Kagami.

The (rough) groups will consist of:

Emilie

Nathalie and Alya

Adrien, Kagami, and Luka

Juleka

Rose and Alix

Mylene

This is a rough draft, things are subject to change.

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dino-fart · 2 years

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Here i am popping up again because i appear to be thirsty for eldritch Strange Supreme angst/comfort lmao, i choose 62 so reader wants to protect their beloved demon sorcerer bby or vice versa ^^

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62: “ I want to protect you. ”

"I want to protect you...So let me." You said firmly.

Stephen stood in front of you, looking at you in surprise. "D-Darling...I...You don't need to protect me. I just want you." Stephen smiled bashfully and gently cupped your face.

"And I want you too Stephen, always, until my last breath. But as god as my witness, no one will lay a finger on you!" You said determinedly.

Stephen chuckled softly and rested his forehead against yours. "Yes, my lady. My enemies will quiver in fear and bow to you." Stephen kissed your forehead.

"They better!" You smiled and kissed his lips softly.

He returned your kiss, his heart fluttered in delight having someone so loving like you.

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rmoonstoner · 7 months

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Me waking up in horny jail and thinking about this man as an incubus...

AND HERE IT FUCKING IS, FOLKS!

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lightdancer1 · 2 days

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See the further irony is:

That in using 'Mall Goth Sauron' as the take on Dark Willow over 'misogynist has character randomly killed for LULZ' it also allows for greater accountability on the one hand and for Season 7 to thematically focus on repairing all this damage in the midst of facing an enemy of shadows reliant on lies to further itself. The only way to break the Druj is the absolute Truth in a very Zoroastrian sense. Characters don't get to neatly skip past accountability for their actions, and this would spiral over into further later seasons with the essential reality that in an otherwise lower-level setting this one random girl from California is a Dark Phoenix-tier reality warper and the most powerful person on the planet, or the universe.

And the questions of how that power could and should be employed on the one hand and that Willow is essentially a Doctor Strange type who beats up Gods and Eldritch Abominations for her regular line of work where her counterparts deal with the more 'street level' crises would in turn be the logical conclusion of where the show ends. She doesn't do as much physical fighting for the same reason that Stephen Strange never uses magic to go punch the Hulk in the face, her narrative role is ultimately that of Sorceress Supreme of Earth, with literally nobody in an ancient established war anticipating that this one random ginger from California was and is the new Sorceress Supreme and that if they had had such awareness the realities are that this power would and could have taken worse forms.

Unfortunately for the world, the reality too is that it is a shy computer geek who has a not at all subtle dark side and the usual teenage anxieties and insecurities given the equivalent of being able to reliably actually do things other people might dream of but can never do.

But again as long as Dawn Summers being a good thing is a narrative convention that's established memory magic is a poor choice to show the corrupting effects of reality-warping. It's a case of 'yes as established in canon all of this is true for that one season but then they decided to retcon it, so the fans are not obligated to care about it any more than the canon does about this itself.'

#willow rosenberg #tara maclay #dawn summers #you will never convince me as long as Dawn Summers is a plot device that 'memory magic unforgivable' is anything but bad writing #it was the choice used but there are other equally toxic things that could have been done instead #the basic theme of 'very powerful person decides things for another in an abusive fashion' works just as well without it #Tara's growth arc in refusing to tolerate abuse even from the person who brought her out of her shell can stand perfectly fine #it works even better with a budding Sauron than abruptly deciding 'wholesale memory rewrites good retail unforgivable.'#killing Tara off also denies her any sense of closure or ability to get that closure with the person who does this #the entire element here with the way things went down is bad writing from Point A to point Z #and it's also easily forgotten but Tara wasn't in fact intended to be Willow's love interest #she was replacement Willow for sympathy points #her entire arc as such became Willow X Tara but it was a choice from actor chemistry #So in giving Tara a role besides 'Willow's Girlfriend' it arguably does better by her character #tara x willow #btvs #and yes yes the 'scale changes things' argument is true but only to a point #it's really no different to introduce Dawn than what Willow did #if the retail is wrong so is the wholesale and the decisions to make this that point of no return is an avoidable mistake #plus honestly imagine a Season 7 Tara going 'sweetie no' and a Season 7 Willow dealing with those consequences in real time #equally one can have Tara's cold turkey approach stick exactly as it was #and serve as her role in the time bomb because she's a product of an abusive family and not an infallible moral guide #she rightly sees the problem and at least tries to address it when nobody else did #but unfortunately her solution was pouring gasoline on the fire and then vacating the range where the fire would burn #still further between that and Willow being human enough to resent being told to take that pain and do it going it alone #there'd be plenty of reasons for a surviving Tara and Willow to spend season 7 broken up as is #Tara would not at all be wrong to be wary and not want to touch reformed Sauron with a 400 foot pole #Willow equally would resent someone whose bad advice helped create the problem and who evades any recognition thereof #good old fashioned drama with entirely human motives

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Defender Strange - 'greeting the sunrise' part one

a Defender Strange x Female Reader fic [continued from]

summary: a sweet & unexpected friendship flourishes between the Sorcerer Supreme and a Sorceress in training at Kamar-Taj characters: Defender Strange, Sorceress Female Reader/Y/N genre: friendship, pining rating: general audience word count: 3.4k author's note: If you've been following this story, this installment may confuse you; it's part three of four (so far) and one I hadn't planned until I decided to post it all on AO3. As a result, you may already have read the events of part four (some smutty goodness). All I can ask, is please bear with me, as I plan to continue once both parts of 'greeting the sunrise' are posted. Thank you for reading!

You tossed and turned on your narrow bed, restless as your mind replayed the events of the evening, irritated that the oblivion of sleep continued to elude you. Doubting how much longer you could maintain your assertion that you saw Stephen as merely a friend; you had nearly given yourself away a number of times tonight and your sensible self was busy insisting it was time to cut and run before he recognized how hopelessly you were carrying a torch for him. Surely you could request a transfer to one of the Sanctums, so that you didn’t have to walk away from this new life, which you adored. New York would be best--especially because as Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen’s central place remained in Kamar-Taj--but you’d gladly embrace London or Hong Kong if they allowed you the necessary space away from him…and the foolishness you couldn’t escape as long as he was near.

You flipped onto your back, sighing hard, then softening as your mind replayed that beautiful moment again and again. The fleeting brush of his lips upon your fingertips—even now, just the memory made them tingle pleasantly, while recalling the gentle husk of his humble entreaty roused a warmth in your chest, filled with love and hope and longing. The longing you had already learned to live with; it was part of you now, in every waking breath you drew. The hope, though…you couldn’t afford to hope. The world you both inhabited dictated it would only be a of waste of energy, detracting from your focus on mission.

You needed to sleep; it was already nearly midnight, and you would need to be up with the dawn to ready yourself for one final training session on harnessing sufficient energy to create eldritch weaponry, before the Master of that discipline put you to the test. But all you could think of was Stephen. How, invariably, at the end of the day, stray hairs would fall from the binding of his ponytail, to lay soft against the warm, precious skin of his neck and frame his handsome face--both inviting your fingers to sweep them aside, though you would never be that bold. Of the handful of times you had caught him watching you, wearing a soft, unguarded expression; soft, so soft, as though his thoughts were also soft, sparking in you for a moment, the expectation he had soft feelings to confess. Your cheeks would fill with a telltale flame, so that you had to turn away before he realized your face had colored for him.

And his eyes, whether the pale crystal blue they appeared in sunlight, vivid blue by torchlight and firelight, or so dark in low light as his pupils went full and left only rims of their mutable blue-green—were as twin North Stars to you. Stars you would gladly trust to guide you if you ever lost you way or foundered in the shadow of mystic challenges you had yet to face. When you looked in Stephen’s eyes and let your eyes linger while allowing yourself to feel what was forbidden, for those brief seconds it seemed he recognized your truth and somehow felt the same way too.

Though you lost track of how long you lay in unwilling contemplation of the man who unwittingly owned your heart, sleep came eventually, once you found your wits and laid your arms at your sides to call upon the practice of your order, breathing deeply and steadily, relaxing to your three-syllable mantra. One you could never share with a single soul. Stephen’s eyes.

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Little could you know that in his quarters across the compound, sleep confounded Stephen as well.

Successful personal relationships had eluded him his whole adult life. Since his years at Columbia, through post-grad and internship and residency, he’d been far too single-minded in his pursuit of excellence--in his drive to be the best in his chosen field—to be capable of forming true and lasting friendships. Let alone caring about his growing isolation. Stephen’s quest had monopolized his energy and caused him to sublimate his emotional needs. And worst of all, had forced him to abandon a part of himself that might have grown him into a different sort of man. For he had forgotten the romantic that lived quietly in the corner of his heart.

Despite the cold, harsh, sardonic treatment he’d suffered as Eugene Strange’s firstborn son, his mother Beverly had provided a soft, kind, and loving counterpoint. Her piano lessons opened a new world to her brilliant boy’s precisely mathematical mind. These weren’t just notes on paper—she taught him that they lived and breathed and were meant to express the wide range of human emotion and experience. Stephen had embraced her view wholeheartedly, eventually surpassing his mother’s skill and leaving him to crave for ever more, like Beverly’s little backyard flower garden thirsted for merciful rain in the cruel grip of a high, dry Nebraska summer. While a sixth-grade crush on a winsome English teacher got him reading well-above grade level, in search of the sort of romantic literature that Stephen believed might win her heart (and left him devastated when she returned to school after summer vacation a newly made Mrs. Baxter nee Williams).

Come freshman year of high school, Stephen had insisted on taking Latin, despite parental protests and the incredulous reactions of his boyhood friends. He’d had an inkling that mastering that ancient tongue might come in handy, and not too far in the future—he had felt a pull in two directions: medicine or medical research, and a career involving the language arts. Having developed an unforeseen love for the study of languages, along with their origins and idiosyncrasies—and having discovered he had such an aptitude (along with the stunning realization that he had a humble talent for writing poetry, upon having penned a handful of poems as a means of wooing a couple of girls that he’d fallen for)—Stephen had seriously considered a future in the study and teaching of Classical Literature.

Though medicine eventually asserted itself as his future vocation, Stephen had parlayed that Latin into learning most of the Romance languages by the close of his junior year and had remained well in touch with the roots of his surprising and deeply imbedded romantic nature. But in the late summer before he was set to depart for a full ride at Columbia University, those idealistic, creative qualities had gone into a deep, dark, numb sleep after he had failed his sister Donna. At the cost of her life. That was when he had turned his back on the useless dreams and puerile fantasies of a Romantic.

Having been unable to save Donna from drowning to death, Stephen’s goal ultimately became expunging away the guilt he felt over it, which lived in every cell of his body. He had never defined his mission as such but had carried it with him into every operating theatre in which he worked his miracles; it lay silently beneath the words of every journal article he authored and every speech he gave. It was the invisible wall that perpetually separated him from true satisfaction. From feeling he at last had done enough.

After that, Stephen rarely allowed himself to grow close to anyone, refusing to name his fear of loss and the attendant vulnerability as a weakness. If he didn’t commit…if he didn’t allow himself to care too deeply…he wouldn’t need to manage the pain when they inevitably left him. Oh, he had college buddies alright, but none with whom he would stay up into the wee hours of the night, half drunk on cheap, warm beer, discussing philosophical questions, fully drunk on the hopes of a brilliantly managed future—or debating which coed was the finest lay on campus.

Yes, he had played the field. With his easy charm and remarkable physical grace and good looks, Stephen rarely got a ‘no’ when he approached a pretty girl to get to know her better. Few of those liaisons ever lasted long enough to be called relationships, and that left him free of encumberment as he reached for each rung on the ladder of his success. Christine Palmer—on again, off again, strong-willed, smart as a whip, able to appreciate and top his oft corny humor, soft-hearted and kind, patient beyond any woman he’d ever known—was the one exception to that rule. And because of his fear—and his growing arrogance amidst his meteoric rise to become the preeminent neurosurgeon in the country—he had hurt her shamelessly numerous times and finally lost the best and most tolerant soul when it came to his incalculable flaws. In Stephen’s mind, the idea of finding someone new to love and be loved back despite his selfish nature, was hopeless indeed.

And yet slowly but surely he had found someone he could love. Someone that already felt like home, as each day you showed him the sort of care and understanding that he had accepted years ago was never meant for him. Stephen’s affection had grown from pleasant anticipation for the evening teas you shared when he wasn’t off on a mission, to a quiet ache in the center of his chest when he had to miss that nightly ritual. An ache that had grown more constant and more keen of late, ushering him to sleep each night, greeting him upon awakening, waiting to remind him in those rare moments when he wasn’t fully focused on his duties, that it remained. He felt it even in your presence now, tempered with the sweetness that came with recognizing that—against all expectations—he was already in love. Along with the strengthening belief that you felt the same for him.

But what joy could he take in this? Stephen could long with his whole soul to make you his, silently cherish everything that made him love you, but the fact remained: his life was not his own to lead as pleased him. As Sorcerer Supreme, his duty to humanity was sacrosanct; for the sake of mankind, he must always be ready to make the toughest choices and most painful sacrifices, even unto that of laying down his life. There could be no room for a pursuit of personal happiness in that simple equation. And what woman should have to settle for never being her man’s top priority—and living with the constant shadow that the day might come when he wouldn’t return to her, by virtue of a higher commitment?

Besides, he was your superior and his feelings for you had to be out of bounds. Nothing in the books, scrolls, and secretly inscribed relics that had come to Stephen when he assumed that auspicious mantle, indicated he was excluded from the commonsense rules about romantic relationships, let alone close friendships, with those under his command. He couldn’t allow himself to be compromised. Stephen knew that he should nip these feelings in the bud before they flourished into something he could no longer resist.

As Sorcerer Supreme he should put distance between you and himself by assigning you duty at a safe distance from Kamar-Taj. Given enough time, such a separation might serve to lay to rest his tender feelings for you. He could even tell himself that forcing you away was to keep you from harm. And some nights he would even resolve to take this course of action—until you ended up crossing his path come day, either near at hand or from across the compound, and then came that beautiful ache reminding him that he was more than his title and his mission, driving home the truth: no matter the consequences, he couldn’t bear the thought of sending you away.

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And thus, Time held its sway and the seasons transitioned quietly from late spring to high summer, while your feelings only deepened. You and Stephen grew to know each other even better, and even in the silences of time spent together, there lived an ease and sense of compatibility that you were sure would be noticeable to anyone seeing the two of you together. If you would’ve had the courage to speak of it aloud, Stephen might have told you that Wong (his closest friend and right-hand man in all matters of the Mystic Arts) had made a share of comments—not questioning, just merely observing—regarding the nature of the friendship he witnessed flourishing between the Sorcerer Supreme and a Sorceress still in training. Advising his superior and fellow Master to be cautious enough, as he proceeded, to avoid any appearance of favoritism—while remaining silent on his opinion that the two of you appeared to be a good match. Even a beneficial one for Stephen’s emotional health.

Come summers end you would be facing a series of tests that would determine if you were fit and ready to earn the rank of Master. Though you would never ask for his help to prepare, Stephen read the signs of your fraying nerves and your mounting fear of failure easily, from having experienced the same himself. He remained patient when you would suddenly turn skittish if the topic of your readiness arose and didn’t offer a word of disappointment when you had to call your time with him short in order to practice and study. If you had asked for help, he would’ve agreed in a heartbeat, regardless of appearances. And all the while, you both became scrupulously careful about any physical contact—as though the sweet interlude on the evening of the spilled tea had become a line neither dared to cross, out of the knowledge that once you did, there would be no stopping until your secret, mutual longing found its ultimate satisfaction.

This particular evening, Stephen arrived late for your teatime, having only returned from a far-flung mission an hour before. Not even stopping to eat (reckoning you would be sure to provide a snack of sorts with the tea), he had quickly showered, fixed his hair, and trimmed his goatee, not wishing to come to you battle singed and reeking of his efforts. Not just to keep you from worrying for his sake, but mainly because he now aimed to always appear his best in your presence. It had been years since he’d cared about such a thing, for his long familiarity with Christine Palmer had eventually worn that caution away.

He found you pacing back and forth across the veranda, head bowed over your clasped hands as you murmured words too quiet for him to make out—so focused on running through the litany of spells you would be tested on in two days’ time, that when he spoke your name, you gave a little start.

“Hey…hey there, Y/N,” he coaxed softly, “Didn��t mean to startle you. What’s up?”

You looked up at him, smiling faintly, though the low-grade panic in your eyes was enough to tell him what he needed to know. “Sorry,” you started, “I’m kind of distracted tonight. Maybe…maybe I should go…”

“Oh.” Stephen allowed his genuine disappointment to color his voice—quickly discerning the source of your distraction. Sure in the knowledge that he could—and as your friend, should--provide a diversion enough to calm your nerves. “If you really need to, yeah, of course you should. But, uh…maybe stick around a little while first? I just need to unwind some…this last mission almost went south because of clashing egos among the Defenders, and I had to play tough guy referee.” He called upon his most pleading, puppy dog eyes, “I find comfort in your company, Y/N. I have from the start. A little bit of that would go a long way to helping me find my balance tonight. Know what I mean?”

You gave a little shrug and your smile grew soft and pleased and pretty. “Well, how can I refuse to give the Sorcerer Supreme my assistance if it’s in my power?” When you took to your accustomed seat and began to pour out, Stephen followed suit, accepting the cup you offered, along with your query, “So…would you like to talk about it?”

He took a sip, humming appreciatively at the perfect balance of tea and honey you’d provided. “For now, not so much. Maybe you could just distract me. Fill me in on what you’ve been doing the past few days—how your prep for testing is going. And if there’s any good gossip going ‘round,” he chuckled, flashing you a wink, “I’d like a thorough update.”

Bright humor filled your eyes, and with it an understanding that his request was meant to relax you when you were in need of exactly that. You leaned a bit closer to him as you set down your cup—and Stephen had to restrain the urge to mirror you. To lean in the rest of the way and cradle your beckoning cheek and finally, finally taste your lips, after the countless fantasies of doing so, every time you got close to him now. He knew the time was coming soon when his resolve would fail, and he could only pray that when it did, you would welcome it as the sweet, long-awaited trespass that fate had ordained could no longer be denied.

“Well, it just so happens there’s been some drama behind the scenes in the kitchen,” you began in a playful tone, “An impromptu competition—no one knows how it started—each of the past three days, we’ve been given multiple versions of the same dish and asked to rate them best to worst.” Stephen huffed in amusement, and you grinned, “Yeah, it’s so…un-Kamar-Taj-y, right? It’s almost like they’re competing for a spot on the Food Network or something…”

The warmth of the cup in his hands was but a pale imitation of the wonderful, familiar warmth filling his heart just watching your dear little mannerisms as you supplied the ongoing details of the cooks’ battle royale for kitchen supremacy. Without missing a beat, you picked up a napkin covered plate and pulled back the cloth, revealing a fresh batch of sel roti, offering him first choice. As one of his favorite kinds of sweet bread, Stephen took two, knowing he’d be going back for more shortly. Without having to ask, he already knew that you’d made them yourself; they were rarely on the dining hall menu, and with the cooks in some sort of heated competition, he was sure none would have taken the time for the deep fried dish. He hadn’t failed to see that lately, you made sure that only his favorite snacks accompanied the nightly teas.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he told you when he reached for a third treat, “I’d rate these as best, if you were part of the kitchen rivalry.”

You parted your lips as though to reply, but then merely nodded; the blush rising in your cheeks was enough to show you valued the complement. Enough to make him wish to find a way to see to your needs, as it seemed you did so effortlessly for him. Halfway through his second cup of tea, Stephen lit on an idea.

Trying to sound as casual as possible, he introduced the topic that you’d been tip toeing around. “It’s two more days,” he asked softly, observing your reaction carefully.

“Yes,” you sighed, casting your eyes on your lap, “I’m just about as ready as I can be.” When you braved looking up, he could see the stubborn doubts that still lingered, coloring your lovely features with anxiety. “I suppose all I can do know is trust that I have this…right?”

“Honey, you do,” he insisted immediately, “You just have to relax and believe.”

“I wish I could…”

Stephen nodded, ready to wager you’d accept his proposition. “If you’d allow me, I can help with that…” You had opened your mouth as if to object, but he waved you off. “This is nothing I’d do as Sorcerer Supreme or even as a Master of the Mystic Arts. It’s an offering of friendship—in much the same way that you make sure I’ve got a delicious snack to go with my cup, which you keep ever filled.” And the way warm thoughts of you usher me to sleep each night and greet me every morning I awake. “It’s a simple thing, really—but if you accept, I’m betting it can help you face your tests more calmly and centered than you’re expecting to be…”

(to be continued)

part one - 'of secret longing and hidden grief'

part two - 'of spilled tea and more than sympathy'

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