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A/N: It's- a me! The writer who finally posts something! It's my first one shot that is over 10k and I've worked on it for weeks. It was a challenge, but I had a lot of fun and I'm really proud of it. This story is messy and maybe some of you won't like the ending, but I wrote it for myself and I like it. if you find this story nice tho it would be amazing if you rebloged it or left a comment :3 now to the story!!!!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader

Word count: 10.5k

Warnings: slow burn, mention of a shitty ex, talk about therapy, the reader has mixed feelings about therapy because of their shitty ex, working too much, anxiety attack, not taking meds (I hope I mentioned everything, but if i missed something please let me know!) Probably some grammar mistakes

Summary: After becoming the sorcerer supreme Stephen gets the access to the ancient one's private library full of ancient tomes in languages the doctor hasn't even heard of. Luckily Wong's childhood friend is willing to help and becomes their personal translator.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Wong greeted you with a wide smile- you didn’t even step into the building when the man picked you up, hugging you tightly. Oh how you missed his hugs! “You have no idea how happy I am that you came.” The librarian let you go and sighed heavily. He embraced you one more time before he took your bags and gestured you to walk in.

You looked around, mesmerised. It was quite a while since you’ve last been to the New York sanctum and even though nothing really changed it still felt foreign. The stairs looked exactly how they used to, but the carpet looked a bit more red than you remember it. Did they clean this old thing or bought a new one? And then there was that old foyer where you used to spend most of your nights, reading some random fantasy novels you found in the nearest library. It was funny how you always insisted on reading those books instead of ancient tomes about real magic. You smiled, remembering that time the former guardian of this building scolded you for sitting too close to the fire and accidentally burning half a page of your book. Thankfully it was no book about sorcery- otherwise you would already be dead because Wong would definitely kick your ass for that. This guy was basically your family but he wouldn’t hesitate to make you pay for damaging something valuable.

“I put your bags in your room.” Your friend’s voice pulled you out of your transe, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You really missed this place. Turning around, your eye caught a glimpse of the closing portal behind your favourite sorcerer. “Tea?”

“Yes, please!” You said and followed Wong to the kitchen, walking with that happy jump to your steps, already excited to spend some time with your friend. When you were still a sorcerer, tea time with Wong always meant exchanging gossip- it was your favourite time of the day. And now you guys had a lot to talk about. “Oh man,” you exhaled and sat down on an old wooden chair right next to the kitchen island, “I missed your tea soooo much.” you giggled and breathed in the smell of your favourite flavour. “Did you buy this tea for me? You know I love it.”

“I actually did it myself.” The man said, proudly and poured your beverage to a ceramic cup from his favourite set. You smiled upon seeing the mugs you got him for his birthday a few years ago. Wong said it was his most valuable possession. “I picked up gardening last year and then decided to experiment with tea. I hope you like it.”

“Gardening? That’s interesting. You didn't mention it at all.” you took a sip and literally melted in your chair. Is this how heaven felt like? “Wow, this is amazing!” you took another sip and closed your eyes, cherishing the taste it left on your tongue. “And you did it yourself?”

“I did.” The librarian puffed his chest like a proud peacock, making you smile again. “And there’s a lot I have to tell you so buckle up- I have a lot of tea to spill.” Wong said, looking at you and expecting a laugh at his oh so genius pun. You were trying to look unamused, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you didn’t care to be honest. Yes, that pun was terrible, but still funny! You wouldn’t apologise for laughing at your friend’s corny joke.

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“This is the last time I went to that store alone.” Stephen spoke into the empty air- his voice echoed through the hall with no one around to listen to his whining. The sorcerer supreme sighed, closing the door to the sanctum with his foot and then headed to the kitchen to unpack all those bags. The list Wong gave Stephen was longer than usual and the amount of food the man purchased would last for him and Wong for a whole month. The librarian insisted that his colleague should go to this very specific store at the other side of the city- which Stephen found quite weird but when he questioned it, Wong went on a long rant, explaining to him that they had your favourite kind of noodles and that their spices were top tier. Stephen had never met you, but he could see how much Wong respected you. You were obviously someone very important, but were you worth taking the train and two buses filled with annoying people just to get all those groceries that could be bought from the farmer’s market three blocks away from the sanctum? Stephen didn’t think so.

As he neared the kitchen, the sorcerer could hear someone talking. One of the voices belonged to Wong- Stephen was sure of that- but the other one he had never heard before. Have you already arrived? The doctor stopped in his tracks and sighed when he realised that he wasn’t exactly looking like the most important sorcerer at the moment. What kind of a first impression was this going to be? Would you judge his casual outfit or pay it no mind? It was hard to tell since Wong refused to tell Stephen anything about you other than the fact that you could translate all of the books for him. He didn’t even get your backstory or anything about you as a person. Wong obviously liked you, otherwise he would never have invited you to the sanctum, but the doctor didn’t know what to expect from you. He knew nothing about you. Stephen hated not knowing.

Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice when the hallway’s wooden floor beneath his feet changed to the turquoise kitchen teals.

“Speak of the devil and he will bring you groceries.” The librarian spoke, greeting his fellow sorcerer as he walked into the room.

The doctor’s eyes fell on the person sitting on the counter, face hidden behind the ceramic mug- Stephen was pretty sure that the dish was supposed to keep your smile hidden. So much for a decent first impression. Thanks to Wong.

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You looked at the man who just walked in- bags full of food in his hands. Wong has told you plenty about the new sorcerer supreme, but you didn’t expect to see someone in their late 30s to be the most important sorcerer on earth. You knew he was in his late 30s because your friend has mentioned it once, but the grey in his hair made Doctor Strange look a bit older.

Awkwardly hopping off the counter you put your empty mug aside and walked towards the sorcerer supreme. “Let me help you with those.” You said, pointing at the bags. They were probably really heavy. You didn’t wait for a response and took some stuff in your own hands. “Wong, do you need an invitation or something?” You called, putting the groceries on the kitchen island.

Stephen huffed- almost giggled- when he saw how quickly Wong stood up and took the remaining bags from him. He might not have made a good entrance, but you have for sure impressed him. And you seemed like a really friendly person, too.

“Where are my manners!” You gasped, realising that this guy probably didn’t even know your name and you were so freely opening his cupboards and stuffing them with food. It must have looked weird to him. Leaving Wong to unpack the rest by himself, you walked over to Stephen the second time this day, extending your hand to properly greet him. “It’s an honour to meet you, Doctor Strange.” You heard a lot about this man- the best neurosurgeon in the US, maybe even the world, who graduated young with 5 phDs and then became the sorcerer supreme within a few months of studying magic. It was impressive. You admired him in a way. Wong spoke of him highly as well. Although he did mention the doctor’s arrogance and his ‘dumbassery’ as your friend called it.

Stephen watched your hand move up and then stop midair between your bodies. You wanted to shake hands….

He didn’t have his gloves! What if you stared at them? Even unintentionally. He couldn’t let you see his hands without the gloves on. Maybe he should stop worrying about them so much. Stephen has been trying to put an end to his overthinking but it was harder than he thought. You didn’t seem like a judgy person though.

Before he could make a decision you already pulled your hand away. He didn’t even notice that his own moved behind his back- hiding from your eyes.

“Wong has told me plenty about you.” You smiled, knowing perfectly well that your friend didn’t want his colleague to know about that. “I’m glad I could finally meet you.”

“I’m grateful you decided to help us out.” Stephen spoke, not really knowing what he should say to you. He didn’t know you at all, meanwhile you seemed to know him pretty well. “Wong said you specialise in translating ancient languages.”

“That’s right! I have translated most of the books from the library in Kamar-Taj and a great amount of books from the London Sanctum.” You announced proudly.

“You always asked for those books when you were studying. You should thank our guest for providing your monolingual brain with all that knowledge.” Wong called as he put the last products in the fridge. The librarian was obviously not interested in your awkward ‘get to know each other’ conversation and would rather go back to gossiping with you about some of the masters from Hong Kong. He didn’t even get to the part where Master Emily was having an affair with Master Min and that they got married in secret two weeks ago.

“It was all you?” Stephen asked, surprised. During his stay in Kamar-Taj the doctor had read dozens of books- in the beginning of his journey with sorcery said books were mostly in English, but once he memorised them he started reading the versions of those books in the original languages. It helped him learn how to read sanskrit in two weeks. “I must say I’m impressed. They proved to be very helpful.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You couldn’t stop smiling- it was rare to hear people praising you and you always got excited when that happened. “How many books do you have for me, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, please follow me.” Before he could leave, Stephen turned around to Wong, “is it my turn or your turn to make dinner tonight?”

“It’s your turn.” The librarian spoke as he moved to exit the kitchen and walk to his own room.

It was Wong’s turn.

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“20 books?” You said, looking at the old tomes in Stephen’s office.

“I know it's a lot and I understand if you don’t want to do all of that-”

“You want them translated into English, right?” You asked and picked up the first book from the enormous pile, laying on the sorcerer’s desk.

“Yes, of course.” the sorcerer paced awkwardly around his room and watched as you went through the master’s guide to astral projection in mirror dimension. Was it embarrassing that the sorcerer supreme needed assistance to read books? The Ancient One didn’t need a translator and most of the Masters were fluent in more than one language. Stephen made a mental note to download duolingo. But did they teach Hebrew from two thousand years ago?

“Would you like me to translate it into any other languages?”

“How many do you know?” The doctor asked, curious.

“7 if we only count the old ones.” You answered and picked up another book, carefully inspecting its spine. Maybe if you find the time you will restore some of them as well.

“And if we count the new ones?”

“24.”

“How long will it take you to translate them?” Stephen changed the subject, feeling quite intimidated by your skills. He wouldn’t tell this to anyone, but last night he really needed to translate some notes and used Google to do it. Needless to say the spell was a disaster and the doctor swore to never use google translate for spells ever again. Even if he’s desperate.

Your eyes scanned the heavy tomes in front of you once more while your brain tried to calculate the amount of work you were about to begin.

“Two months. Maybe three.” You answered, putting your hands into the pockets of your black zip up hoodie. “I can start tonight.”

“Three months per book or-”

“All of them. I need to print the pages and then bind them into a new book and that will also take some time- hence three months.” You explained, knowing perfectly well that you would probably do it in two months. That’s if you were able to hide from Wong that you worked using your astral form in your sleep. He would never let you hear the end of it if he found out. “Now let’s talk about payment.” You walked around the desk and sat down at a little armchair in the corner.

Stephen stood frozen in place, watching you making yourself comfortable. He felt embarrassed because he didn’t take into consideration that you would want money for your services. Now that he thought of it he felt stupid for not thinking about it. The sorcerer’s hand wandered up his neck, scratching the skin on his nape as if that would help him come up with a solution.

“Oh dear, I was just kidding!” You laughed, covering your mouth with your palm. “I don’t want your money, Doctor.”

Those words made Stephen breathe out in relief. “Are you sure? You said it will take you three months. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect you to do this for free.” Yes, Stephen didn’t have money, but the thought of you getting nothing in return for your hard work rubbed him the wrong way.

“You really don’t need to worry about money, Doctor.” You stood up and walked up to the pile of books again, your fingers tracing the spines as you continued- “I want to do this for the sanctum. Besides you letting me stay here is already enough. Those books are for the sorcerer supreme only and I’m honoured that you’re entrusting me with them even though we don’t know each other.”

“I’m happy to hear that because we are broke.” Stephen said, causing you to laugh again. You were a very nice person and Stephen liked your personality a lot. Your aura was friendly and kind which was something this place really needed. “I guess that means you’re hired!” The sorcerer joked.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Please call me Stephen.”

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Rubbing your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. A little desk lamp and your laptop were the only sources of light in the library. You couldn’t tell how late it was but you knew you should stop and call it a day. In the first two weeks of your stay in New York you have already done more than you expected. If you kept up that pace you would be done in less than two months, but working all day since sunrise and then writing in your astral form all night wasn’t healthy. Plus Wong started to be suspicious and took your sling ring so astral projecting was off the table for a while.

As much as you loved peace and quiet, the sounds of New York’s nightlife made you a bit nostalgic. Honking of a car, laughter of tourists- things like that would annoy most people, especially at this hour, but you missed it. You missed this city. Maybe once you were done with your work in the sanctum you would stay for a bit longer. Just because. And to be completely honest you really missed hanging out with Wong. It felt like a family reunion and you loved it. You didn’t know how much you needed this until now. It felt so good to be with people who genuinely cared about you and wanted you around. You haven’t felt wanted ever since your failed relationship a year ago. It was a very disappointing experience that damaged your confidence, but thankfully Wong was there to help you pick up the broken pieces like a good friend. Nights like this one always send your mind in all the wrong places.

“Can’t sleep?” Stephen’s voice called from the entrance, making you jump in your chair. Your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart caused by the person standing in the doorway. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled apologetically and put some papers on the desk next to yours. “Isn’t it a bit too late for that?” The doctor pointed at the white screen of your laptop with a cup of tea in his hand.

“I was actually going to take a break.” You announced with a yawn and stretched your arms over your head so hard your whole body shook. “I don’t have much left though and I could always rest after it’s done.”

The sorcerer hummed, looking at your screen. “You want to tell me that you have almost translated the whole book?” His eyes moved between the laptop, your notes and the heavy tome laying on the desk.

��Yes?”

“600 pages in less than two weeks?” Stephen took a sip of his already cold tea, cringing at the bitter taste.

“I'm actually finishing the second book.” You said, moving your arms around in hope it would ease the pain in your back. “Impressive, I know.” You joked, winking at the man sitting next to you.

“It actually is quite impressive.”

“My secret is Wong's black tea 5 times a day with three sugars and astral projection after midnight.” Stephen’s laugh echoed through the empty library, making you smile. The two of you didn’t spend much time together- he had his duties as sorcerer supreme and you were working on your translations. Neither of you wanted to disturb the other one. The only conversations you had so far were the ones around the dinner table with Wong. It was nice, but you wished you had more time to get to know Stephen. “Although he confiscated my sling ring so I can’t do that anymore.”

“It’s not healthy to use your astral form too often.” The man said, knowing he sounded like a hypocrite, but you didn’t have to know it. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

“Didn’t you use it every night back in Kamar- Taj to read?” You asked, amused by the look on Stephen's face.

“So he told you.”

“Wong tells me everything.” You grinned, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"Everything?" The doctor asked in a tone that sounded more like a dare. You weren't expecting the new sorcerer supreme to be such a chill person and you were glad that he liked to mess around sometimes. It made your stay at the sanctum a lot more fun than you thought it would be.

"Everything, including that one time you accidentally turned a student into a cat because you didn't read the spell correctly." You whispered, slowly gathering all of your notes and closing your laptop. You knew you wouldn't get anything else done that night. "But just so you know- Wong speaks very highly of you. He enjoys sharing those funny stories with me though."

"Good to know," Stephen grinned, feeling quite relieved that his colleague- friend- respects him beyond his occasional arrogance. "He has never told me anything about you before though." He said, sounding almost disappointed. Maybe Stephen and Wong weren't that close yet. They tend to talk about other students and masters, but never about their lives outside of the sorcery world. They should definitely change that.

"Is there anything you'd like to know, Doctor?" You stood up to throw away the pieces of paper that you didn't need anymore and stretched your legs a bit. It felt so good to move around like that after a whole day of sitting.

"It would be nice to get to know you better, but I think it's quite late and we both should be sleeping." The man said and yawned which made you yawn, too. Yeah, it was really late.

"I think you're right. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone hold a conversation." Looking down at the desk you decided to clean the rest tomorrow. It wasn't going to run away.

"You could take a free day tomorrow and accompany me to London." Stephen suggested. You were a really nice person and the sorcerer liked your friendly spirit. You liked to joke around- even with Wong- and Stephen would lie if he said that he didn't wish for you to stay longer. He didn't feel so lonely with you around. Yes, you didn't talk much but he knew that you were always in the library with Wong and it made this place less…. lonely.

"I would like that! I haven't been to London in ages."

"Let me walk you to your door." The Doctor said, offering you his arm with a playful little bow.

The two of you stayed silent while you walked- neither of you had enough energy to talk anymore. The sound of your synchronised steps echoed through the empty halls. The distance from the library to your bedroom wasn't too long but it felt like eternity to get there. A free day was probably a good idea- you could feel the effects of your constant work and seriously needed a day to yourself.

The only words spoken between you were the whispered goodnights and the sanctum was dead silent again.

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"You want to tell me that one day you just went on a walk and accidentally walked into the sanctum in Hong Kong?" Stephen asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

The two of you decided to have brunch in a little cafe near the park- for you it was more like breakfast, but there was a 6 hour difference between NYC and London. The place was lovely and the chilly weather of early spring in England combined with the beautiful scenery of trees and the river made you smile.

You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the memory.

"I was a kid and didn't know I wasn't allowed there." You explained, trying to make sense of your actions from the past. "I was 8 and got bored so my grandmother told me to go play with other kids, but I got lost on my way to the playground and ended up in the sanctum." Stephen watched you carefully which meant he was really interested in the story. He rested his cheek on his hand and you continued, " I got really scared because I realised that I wasn't supposed to be there and when someone tried to talk to me I ran and hid in the library-" you had to laugh at that. Little you were terrified, but the older you found the story hilarious. "Wong found me an hour later crying under the desk and then walked me home."

"That's an adventure." The doctor laughed- the wrinkles under his eyes made themselves more prominent. It suited him. Happiness suited him.

"My grandma then made cookies and told me to give them to the nice man who got me back home." You smiled and took another sip of your drink. "And then I just kept coming there whenever I had time and hung out with Wong in the library. He made me his apprentice- although he was still just a student himself. I insisted and he couldn't get rid of me."

"Really?" The sorcerer would love to see the little you annoying Wong so much he had to make you his apprentice to shut you up.

"No, he actually asked if I wanted to study under him."

"Did you say yes?" A sudden blow of cold wind made the sorcerer shiver, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Talking with you felt so natural and it felt like you've been friends forever. It was nice to have this connection with someone. Stephen really needed to feel normal every once in a while and sitting with you outside of a cafe on a chilly afternoon in London made him feel normal.

"Take a guess, doctor."

"Right, that was a stupid question." Strange grinned, hiding his face in the hoodie he wore to shield himself from the wind. Stephen could tell you he wanted to go inside, but you seemed to enjoy the chilly weather. He wouldn't die if the wind picked up every now and then.

"There are no stupid questions." You said, playing with the remains of your tea that were too cold to enjoy anymore.

"I like your mindset, but as someone who worked in medicine for years I can tell you that some people ask very stupid questions."

"I can only imagine."

"So why is it that I have never met you before. I was in Kamar-Taj for a very long time and I visit other sanctums whenever I need to, which is pretty often." The doctor was curious how he managed to not see you even once during his stay in all those places.

"Oh, I left the sorcery world when I was older because I got into a university in Scotland. I still kept in touch with Wong and some other masters though. I even visited New York last year but it was only for the weekend and you weren't there."

"What did you study?"

"You will never believe when I tell you." You wiggled your eyebrows with a smirk on your face.

"Surprise me." Steohen said, already suspecting what your answer was going to be.

"I studied ancient languages and became a translator for an archeology centre in Greece when I graduated." You didn’t mention to him that you quit working in said centre after one of your colleagues broke your heart into a million pieces and walked all over it. He didn’t have to know about your failed romances. At least not yet.

"No way." The doctor fake gasped causing you to laugh again.

"Shocking, I know."

"I would have never expected it." He kept playing along, amused by your silly shenanigans. "Why languages? Was it like your passion or a hobby?" He asked, coming back to his more serious self.

"I always learned fast- I took Latin in school and then thought it would be fun to learn similar languages so my mom signed me up for French classes, I learned Spanish at home because I was tired of French and then took Swedish to change things a bit. Then there was Japanese, Korean and Hindu. And then when I started spending more time in Kamar-Taj I thought it would be very fun to be fluent in languages no one speaks anymore. It all just came natural to me. I was good at it so I decided to do it for a living." You explained; your gaze getting lost in the picture of the clouds changing their shapes. Taking a deep breath you tried to think of a good topic of conversation, but Stephen beat you to it and spoke again.

"That's really interesting. Your brain is fascinating."

"My brain you say?" You remembered that he used to be a doctor from what Wong told you, but you didn't know what kind.

"I mean- you possess so much knowledge I can only imagine how amazing your neural connections must be." Stephen continued, his hands flying around as the words left his mouth.

"That is the strangest compliment I have ever gotten- I love it." You put your hand on your chest, trying to show your gratitude. "Pun not intended."

Your afternoon was filled with fluid conversations that seemed to have no end. Stephen asked about your family, friends, hobbies. Being your polite self you asked them the same questions and found things that Wong didn't tell you.

For example, the sorcerer supreme used to play piano and was pretty good at it. His love for music extended farther than just listening to sounds- he also liked to create them. The doctor hid it well, but you could see the sadness in his eyes when he told you about his musical skills. It was because of his hands- that was for sure. They wandered down under the table, hiding from your eyes as he spoke about his passions. You had scars of your own- you understood the struggle.

But it was still painful to see- ever since you met him Stephen was nothing but confident in everything he did. Sometimes he walked the thin line between confidence and arrogance, but it was a part of his charm. He never was an asshole- not to you, not to Wong. Not even to that kid who tried to put graffiti on the sanctum's walls two days ago. At the end of the day Stephen- although still very much powerful- was just a man. A human being with insecurities.

"Did you play the banjo as well?" You asked resting your chin on your fist- elbows on the table.

"Just because I'm from Nebraska doesn't mean I know how to play the banjo." Stephen defended himself, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

"Answer my question, Stephen." You demented, pointing a finger at him and trying to hold in your laughter. Stephen's lips formed a thin line. The red on his cheeks became more prominent- maybe it was the cold.

"Yes." The sorcerer mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I won't repeat myself."

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You’ve been in the New York sanctum for over a month now and it was the first time ever that all of you were in the library at the same time. Right after your morning tea the three of you headed there to do your own things- you wanted to finish translating the book on interdimensional herbs, Wong was going to fix a spine of his book of shadows meanwhile Stephen was trying to upgrade some spell. It was quiet, but very cosy. Almost domestic if you dared say that.

Speaking of Stephen- ever since that day in London you became pretty good friends. He talked to you more, made sure you took breaks when working. Sometimes he would invite you to go grocery shopping with him and Wong. Yeah, it was really domestic. You never expected the sorcerer supreme to be so friendly towards you, but you were glad he proved you wrong. You were happy to have a friend like him. This place really felt like home when Wong and Stephen were there with you. You really felt wanted.

Wong was basically family to you and you always felt wanted around him, but it really surprised you how hard Stephen was trying to make you feel at home. Making your favourite food for dinner, taking you on walks. One time you and the doctor were talking about movies and he even suggested a movie night. You accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder that time and Wong took a photo of it. It looked pretty cute- you had to admit that. But the more you looked at that polaroid- or thought about everything you did with Stephen- you realised that there might be something more between the two of you than friendship.

You saw each other every day- talked every day- for over a month now. Just a month but it felt like years. It scared you a bit. How quickly you were developing a crush on this man. And it wasn’t like you didn’t want to get involved with him romantically- Stephen was a great person. But your last relationship left a hole in your heart and even though a lot of time had passed since that failed romance you were still weary when it came to dating. Especially if the person of your interest was the most powerful sorcerer that you have met only a month ago! Plus you were literally working for this man.

It was a shame that you had to leave so soon. After you got your sling ring back you continued to work 24/7, translating 15 books in two weeks which was your new record. Wong had volunteered to book-bind a few pages, making your job even easier. Meaning that you would be done even faster. To be honest you didn’t want to go back to your job in ‘real life’. Yes, you loved it, but you didn’t realise how much you missed the world of sorcery until now.

You were torn between wanting to be a sorcerer again and having a normal life. Your fingers stopped typing as your eyes stared at the bright screen of your laptop- not really focusing on anything. The sound of your keyboard had been the only thing filling the silence. Now the air in the room was dead and empty. Looking around you watched as the two men worked on their own things and decided to take a short break- make some tea for the boys, stretch, think about your future. Stuff like that. And so you left quietly, knowing that neither of them probably even noticed that you were gone.

Little did you know that one of your friends was watching you all the time. Wong sensed that something wasn't right. The moment you picked up another book to translate your mood shifted. It was odd and Wong didn’t like seeing you like this.

“SHIT!” you shrieked as you turned around and saw the librarian, standing in the kitchen doorway. “I could have dropped the kettle!”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The man apologised and sat down at the table, trying to figure out how to even start this conversation with you. Deciding it would be easier to just rip the bandaid off he spoke again. “You seem sad today. Is everything alright?”

The question surprised you. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” You didn’t disagree. You didn’t see the point in hiding your feelings and you had always trusted Wong. You could tell him everything without the fear of being judged.

“I wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible-” you said, fiddling with the kettle in your hands. “And now that I'm almost done I don’t think I want to leave.”

“Then stay.” He smiled at the thought of you living in the sanctum again. This last month reminded Wong of the good old days when you used to share a house and do all kinds of stuff together from practising spells to folding laundry.

“Do you think Stephen would allow it?” you asked, shyly. The doctor was in charge of the sanctum after all so it all depended on him and his decision.

“He adores you! Of course he would allow it.” The librarian rolled his eyes when he said the word ‘adore’ which made your face feel a little bit warmer for some reason. “Just ask him about it. He will be thrilled to hear that you’re staying.”

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Another week passed and you still haven’t asked Stephen. Wong’s words made you rethink some things and reflect on everything that happened in the last month. Closing the book you’ve been working on for the past two days you realised that there’s only one of them left.

Your friend’s words played in your brain like a broken record.

‘He adores you’

You didn’t want that.

Okay, maybe you did, but you weren’t ready for that yet. You weren’t ready to get your heart broken again. Besides you weren’t planning on staying any longer than necessary so why even worry about it?

Laying on your bed, you stared at the white ceiling, trying to come up with a solution to your- not so little- problem when a knock on your door pulled you out of your head.

“Hi.” Stephen whispered- his head peeking from behind the door. “I saw the light in your room was still on and wanted to check on you.” The sorcerer invited himself in and leaned his shoulder on the wall.

Your eyes fell on the jar of cookies he was holding in his hands. Stephen’s gaze followed yours and the doctor smirked.

“I was going to eat them alone, but since I’m already here would you like one?” He said, taking a step forward and sitting at the edge of your bed. You moved, too- your back straight against the headboard. It created more distance between you which wasn’t really intentional, but you were glad that there was a bit more space. Of course you would love nothing more than to get closer to Stephen, but it was all happening so quickly. And you hated yourself for feeling that way.

“So…” The jar lid popped open and your friend took two cookies out of it, handing you one with a silent question. You took it without thinking twice; your fingers brushed and a shiver went down your spine. “You couldn’t sleep again?”

You signed, taking a bite and not really caring about the crumbs on your sheets.

“Not really.” You managed to say between the bites. Stephen observed you carefully- almost like he was studying your face and all your movements. You had plenty of conversations that started in this exact way. Usually you would talk the night away, but you weren’t in the mood to talk for so long.

“Is everything alright?” The sorcerer’s voice echoed through the room- it was deep and very soft. You loved listening to him talk, not only because you liked how his voice sounded, but also because he was always very nice to you when you two talked.

“Why shouldn’t it be?” You raised your brow, hugging your knees close to your chest to get some comfort.

“Wong said you’ve been ignoring him. And you’ve been ignoring me, too.” The doctor mimicked your pose, now fully sitting on your bed. “I know we don’t know each other as long as you and Wong do, but I still care about you. You are my guest and I would be a horrible host if I didn’t care about your wellbeing.”

You knew he said it to make you feel better- to make sure that you knew that you could trust him. And you did. You trusted Stephen. But not with your feelings. You weren’t even sure what those feelings were.

Were you just excited that you made a new friend and mistook that excitement for romantic attraction? He gave you his attention, but this was what people did when they wanted to be friends with someone. Strange smiled at you once and you were convinced you developed a crush on him. It was pathetic how much you craved love that you were seeing it everywhere even if it wasn’t true.That was probably the reason your last relationship was a disaster. You went into it too quickly and then were surprised that it didn’t work out. You needed more time to think about it- your feelings for Stephen. He was a good friend and you would hate to lose that.

“I really appreciate it, Stephen.” You said with a genuine smile on your face. There was still some uncertainty in your eyes. “I think I’m just a little tired. I tend to overwork myself sometimes.”

“That makes the two of us then.” He smirked and pulled out another cookie. Stephen handed you the jar and you moved closer to him, decreasing the gap between your bodies. “I saw that you have just one book left to translate.”

“Yeah-” You sighed a bit too loud, ignoring the sorcerer’s gaze. “Wong said he would bind them all so I will probably be gone by the end of the next week.” You said, feeling a weird squeeze in your chest. You didn’t know why you felt like that. You leaving wouldn’t be the end of the world! You would still keep in touch with Wong- you have for all those years. So why was it affecting you so much this time?

Stephen stood up, clearing his throat quietly. The man stood up, leaving the cookie jar on your blanket and wiped his hands clean on his pyjama pants.

“You are welcome to stay longer if you want.” The doctor announced and slowly made his way to the door. “Wong and I- we love having you around. I wanted you to know that.”

Stephen left, letting you be alone with your thoughts.

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“Do you really want to go back to your old job though?” Wong asked, taking a sip of his morning tea. You liked to talk about many things with him, especially in the morning while you prepared breakfast. But the topic of your old job was making you nervous. It wasn’t really about the job itself- you liked what you were doing. The issue was people- or rather a person- who was still working there. It’s been almost a year since you left and your side gigs couldn’t pay all of your bills. You were happy when Wong called you and asked if you could come by to help translate some stuff, but you were here almost two months and felt like you should leave soon. You wouldn’t have to figure out your feelings for Stepehn if he wasn’t around.

“I have to make money somehow.” You flipped a pancake and put on a fake smile.

“You could find something here in New York. And you wouldn’t have to worry about rent since you’d be living here.” Your friend proposed.

It wasn’t a bad idea- now that you think of it it was an excellent idea. You really couldn’t argue with that.

“I will think about it.”

“That’s all you’ve been doing lately.”

Why was it so hard for you to open up to Wong now? You never had a problem with that before. Taking a deep breath you decided to rip the bandaid off.

“I think I have feelings for Stephen.” You breathed out, looking at your dear friend and waiting for his response. All you got was a hysterical laugh.

“That’s a good one!” Wong said, slapping his knee repeatedly. “Oh dear, I love your jokes.”

But you didn’t laugh.

“No- you’re-” the librarian lowered his tone, almost whispering. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

That was a good question. Were you sure?

“I don’t know.” A tear rolled down your face- you didn’t even know why you were so emotional about it. You didn’t even know for sure and you were making such a scene. Putting your face in your hands you shook your head and cried. “I don’t know, Wong!”

You were trembling and breathing heavily in your friend’s arms and didn’t even notice that you were walking somewhere- the librarian guiding you. You couldn’t see well because of the tears, but you recognised the outline of your room. Your knees hit something soft and if Wong didn’t turn you around you would flop on the bed face first.

It took you half an hour to calm down.

You missed breakfast that day, too.

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Taking a deep breath you put your sweater on and exit the library. You tried to do something productive, but nothing was going your way today. First the fiasco in the kitchen, then you isolating for the rest of your day and now sneaking out to the library when everyone else was asleep. What was going on with you?

Your stomach spoke, demanding food. You weren’t surprised- you haven’t eaten anything at all. And you really should do that. You can’t keep destroying yourself because of one tiny inconvenience.

Your bare feet walked through the wooden floors leading to the small kitchen you love so much.

“Midnight snack?” Someone spoke, making you jump and bump your leg into a chair. “I’m so sorry.” The familiar voice apologised, gently putting a hand on your shoulder to see if everything was alright. “I thought you saw me.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged it off, massaging your knee to ease the pain a little. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You straightened your back and realised how close to you Stephen was.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Would you like some tea? I was gonna make myself a cup.” The sorcerer proposed, taking a step back and giving you space.

Playing with the sleeves of our sweater you jumped on the counter- your favourite place to sit- and nodded. “I would kill for a cup of tea right now.”

“No killing will be necessary. I will do it willingly.” Stephen smirked, taking two ceramic mugs out of the upper cupboard. You noticed that one of them was your favourite mug- you used it literally every day and Stephen was a very observant person so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knew what you used to drink and from where. “The usual?” He asked, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder like a bartender, making you giggle.

“Make it double.” You said, playing along.

“So what brings you here at this hour?” The doctor asked, pouring the hot water into your mugs and then putting the tea inside.

“I wanted to get some work done, but I couldn’t focus.” You explained. Your friend handed you your tea and you thanked him with a shy smile.

“Wong said you had a really bad anxiety attack this morning-” the man hopped on the counter right next to you, his baby blues looking at you with some kind of softness you haven’t seen in him before. “-and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it which is fine-” he spoke, not really knowing where he was going with it. He wanted to make you feel better, but Stephen wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions. He was going to try though. For you. “-but i want you to know that you can trust me and I can find you some professional help if you need it. I know a few people who would be able to help.”

“I don’t-” you tried to defend yourself, but your voice shook. “I’m not crazy. I don’t need it!”

“Where is this coming from?” The doctor asked, confused . “Therapy can be for everyone no matter what and there’s nothing wrong with getting help.” He turned to you to get a better look at your face. He looked surprised by your little outburst, but he knew there was more to the story.

“You think so?” Suddenly you felt small. You have been to therapy before, but your ex wasn’t really supportive of that. You were called a variety of names. You were shamed and gaslighted into believing that you seeking help was a sign of weakness. That’s why you stopped going. You stopped taking your meds. And when you hit the rock bottom your partner decided that you weren’t worth all the trouble and left. You were scared of asking for help again- it was a weird fear, but it just wouldn’t let go of you.

“I know it.” Stephen’s gentle voice made you tear up a bit. “I’m no psychologist, but I have contacts. If you want I can accompany you to the first session. Or Wong.” He put your arm around you, drawing random shapes on your shoulder in a soothing motion.

You gave in and embraced him, throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing quietly.

“Thank you, Stephen.” You whispered and felt his hold on you tightening.

“Did anyone ever tell you that it was wrong to go to therapy?” The doctor asked in a hushed voice. He didn’t break the hug.

“You could say that.” You sniffled, face still hiding in his chest. You were sure there was already a wet spot from all your tears on his shirt. “An ex of mine had very strong opinions about me taking meds and going to therapy.”

“What a dick.” Stephen huffed, anger radiated from him. If he ever met that person he would send them to some crazy dimensions to fuck with their mind. “They didn’t deserve you.”

“There’s a reason this person is an ex.” You smiled sadly and took a deep breath. “Wong had already kicked that asshole’s butt so don’t worry.” You giggled at the memory. Violence was never the answer, but in that case it was really appreciated. “But ever since then I was kinda scared of reaching out, you know?”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Your friend’s hand wandered from your shoulder up to your hair and gently massaged your scalp, making you melt in his arms. “I will make some calls first thing in the morning. You should see someone as soon as possible. Especially if you need medication.” He said. You could hear the determination in his voice. Stephen was nothing like your last partner. He really cared. He supported you and wanted the best for you. And even if there could never be anything more than friendship between you you would still be happy to have him in your life. “When was the last time you took your meds.”

"I'm embarrassed to say." You straightened your back and let your hands fall from Stephen's neck. He was still holding you, knowing you still needed some comfort.

"You don't have to tell me, but please mention it to your therapist, okay?" The sorcerer gave your shoulder a light pat and hopped off the counter. "Our tea is getting cold." You smiled and followed your friend to sit at the table. You saw him taking a sip from his tea and cringe. "The bags were in the water for too long. It's really bitter."

You sighed, putting the mugs in the sink. It was probably a sign that you should go back to your room.

"There's a place 3 blocks away with great Thai food." Strange looked at you with a silent question. You couldn't say no to food, but you weren't sure if it was a good idea to go out so late. "They also have great tea and I know for a fact that they are still open." He sensed your hesitation, but refused to leave you alone in your room with your thoughts. You had to get away from here- even if it was just for a few minutes. "I'm paying."

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Walking side by side with Stephen, your arms in your pockets to shield them from the cold midnight air, you looked around to see plenty of people doing all kinds of stuff. New York truly never slept. It was a part of its charm.

The doctor offered you his arm when a group of tourists passed through the crowd, almost pulling you in with them. You liked big cities, but you absolutely hated the crowds. You hooked your hand in the place between Stephen's arm and his elbow, holding it tightly. It didn’t take long for you to get to the restaurant Stephen told you about. You visited many places like this with the boys when neither of you wanted to cook anything, but this building wasn’t familiar to you.

Stephen opened the door for you like the gentleman he was and as you stepped inside you were hit with a variety of smells. Your stomach reminded you of its existence once more and you were sure everyone in the room could hear it.

Your friend waved his hand at the older lady behind the counter with a smile on his face. He gestured at the small table in the corner- hidden from everyone’s eyes- and took your jacket. Taking two menus from the wooden napkin holder in the middle of your table, Stephen handed you one, his cold fingers leaving a feather-like sensation on your palm.

“Their green curry is delicious.” The sorcerer said, turning his menu around and pointing at the picture on top.

“I will have to take your word for that, Doctor.” You smirked actually feeling some happiness in you after the entire day of sleeping in your depression cave you called the bedroom.

“What tea would you like?” He asked, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat of the song playing from the radio. Your eyes scanned the pages of the little book in your hands. Stephen was watching you while you tried to make a choice. You looked adorable with your hair a bit messy from the wind, biting your lip deep in thought. The sorcerer smiled- you couldn’t see it, but the look he gave you was full of adoration.

“I think I will get the Thai Ice Tea.” You announced, putting your menu aside. Turning your head to face Stephen you noticed that he was staring and immediately became self conscious. “Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No it’s just-” The doctor straightened his back, blushing. The awkward pause between you was interrupted by the waitress who appeared at your table.

“Stephen! It’s so good to see you here, honey.” The older woman you saw earlier behind the counter pinched the man’s cheek in an affectionate manner. The sorcerer groaned, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “What can I get you today, sweetie?”

“It’s good to see you too, Malee. You look beautiful as ever.” The doctor leaned back in his chair and put on his charming smile. “Did you get a haircut?”

“Oh, I did!” the woman giggled, taking a pen out of her pocket. “But the flattery won’t give you a discount.”

“It was worth a try.” The sorcerer shrugged. You watched this exchange with a huge grin. You were enjoying their little interaction. It was kinda sweet. “We would like two plates of green curry and two ice teas.”

Malee quickly wrote down your order and put the pen back into the pocket of her jeans. “I will bring you your drinks right away.” She said, tugging her long grey hair behind her ear.

“I will go get them, just tell me when they’re done!” Stephen called as the woman walked through the door leading to the kitchen. “She has really weak hands, she shouldn’t carry anything heavy.” Your friend explained, turning back to you.

“She’s a lovely lady.” You mentioned, trying to change the subject. You wanted to keep a steady conversation, fearing that if you fell silent your thoughts would spiral in the wrong direction again. “Very lively.”

“She is just the sweetest.” The doctor’s smile made the wrinkles under his eyes stand out. He looked good like that. “Wong and I come here very often when we pull all-nighters.”

“I can see why.” You looked around, your eyes scanning the art on the walls and the curtains that matched the floor. “It’s very cosy here.”

You didn’t realise it, but you were swaying to the music playing through the speakers. You were enjoying the moment of peace and Stephen’s presence helped with that a lot. You also didn’t notice when the sorcerer stood up to get your tea. He put the glasses on the table and gave you a smile. A teenage boy walked behind him with a tray of your food. And oh, you were so excited to finally eat something after a long day. You were all set when Melee came up to you with a little candle and matches. She put it in the middle of the table, surprising both you and Stephen.

“Enjoy your date.” She winked at you and left, leaving both of you out of words.

“I just want to clarify that I didn’t intend for it to be a date.” Stephen said, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“Oh, yeah. I-” You didn’t want to let it show, but you were a little hurt by his response.

“It’s just- you had a really rough night and I-I wanted to provide some comfort.” The sorcerer explained, stumbling over his own words.

“I understand, Stephen. It’s really okay.” You took a sip of your tea- the flavours melting on your tongue made your stomach calm down a bit. You were fighting back your tears- you didn’t want to ruin the night even more.

“And besides, a restaurant seems a little cliche for a date.” The doctor cleared his throat and took a fork in his right hand. “If I was to ask you out on a date it would be something special.” He mumbled, but you heard him perfectly clear. “If you agreed, of course.”

“Really?” You asked- your voice still felt weak, but there was a bit of hope behind your eyes. “You would ask me on a date if you knew I would say yes?”

“I would ask you regardless of your answer and handle rejection like a big boy.” He said in a joking tone, but you knew he meant that. “But the timing doesn’t seem right right now, does it?” He smiled sadly at you and got busy with his food.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, trying to decipher the meaning of Stephen’s words.

“I mean-” Your friend took a deep breath, looking you deep in the eyes. “You are still working for me. You are also living in a place where I’m technically the boss. I’m about to help you find a therapist.” Stephen explained. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree to go on a date with me just because you feel like you should.”

You were taken aback by this answer- not in a bad way. It showed that Stephen really cared about you. You never felt like you owed him anything, but he took your valuable state of mind into consideration which made you feel really appreciated. He wanted to make sure that you would feel comfortable in this relationship- that you wouldn’t feel trapped and obligated to being with him.

“I really appreciate that, Stephen.” You smiled, taking a spoonful of rice. “I wouldn’t say no if you asked me- not because I live under your roof. You are a great man and anyone would be lucky to have you.” A familiar warmth creeped up your face. It made you feel like a middle school child having their very first crush.

Stephen’s eyes shyly wandered around the room. Your words made his heart beat faster. He had to run the conversation in his head twice to make sure you really just said what he thought you said. The sorcerer wasn’t the best at showing his feelings- especially romantic ones- but with you it seemed to be much easier.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see where it gets us.” Strange replied, looking at you one more time. You locked eyes and smiled.

And for the first time in ages you didn’t worry about the future.

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“How was your session today?” Wong greeted you with a hug and a cup of fresh tea as you entered the kitchen. The smell of cheese hit your nostrils, making you salivate. Home sweet home.

“It was pretty good.” You said, taking a sip of your hot beverage.”I will probably get new meds soon.”

“That’s fantastic!” The librarian cheered.

Ever since Stephen helped you start therapy again you became more alive. You didn’t realise how much stuff affected your mental health until now. You’ve been going to that Doctor for 3 months now and you couldn’t believe how much changed in such a short amount of time. You were going easy on yourself- you were slowly unlearning your old self destructive behaviours like working 24/7 without a break or bottling up your emotions. Wong was very supportive and helped in any way he could. In some way your therapy helped him relax a bit. He promised to take you on a hike every weekend- something you loved doing when you were younger- and he didn’t say it often, but he loved that, too. It was your quality time with Wong. Even if he had a ton of work to do he always made sure to finish before the weekend, not wanting to miss that time with you.

And then there was Stephen. You’ve been in New York for almost 6 months now and Stephen was nothing but kind to you. Your relationship progressed very quickly and the two of you became best friends in no time. Of course there was still the question of your feelings, but you both agreed to give it time. But with every passing day you fell more and more for him. Little did you know that the sorcerer supreme felt the same way. He was still shy around you at times, but you always made sure you were both comfortable no matter what you were doing. You spent plenty of time together from practising spells to watching movies. You cherished all these moments.

You finished translating the last book a few weeks ago- Stephen and Wong insisted that you take a break and focus on your health. Work could always wait. The librarian convinced you to let him bind those books by himself so that you could have more free time. Those guys were the best thing that had ever happened to you.

“Is that lasagna I smell?” The doctor walked into the kitchen through a portal and took a seat right next to you.

“It is!” Wong said, proudly as he took the dish out of the oven and put it on the table. “Did you bring the wine?” He asked, looking around in hope to find a bottle.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” Stephen said, setting the table for the three of you. “I can go get it. There’s a few more bottles in the basement.”

“No, it’s fine. I will get them.” The librarian said and walked out of the room. He used it as an excuse to leave you and Stephe alone but you didn’t have to know that.

“I heard your session went well today.” The sorcerer spoke, sitting down on his chair.

“It really did.” You smiled, following his lead.

“What are your plans for today?” Your friend asked, wanting to make some small talk before executing his little plan and asking you out. This time officially.

“Oh, I think I have a date.” You said with a sprinkle of uncertainty in your voice.

Stephen was stunned by your answer- a little bit hurt, too. It wasn’t like you had swore to go on a date with him, but the things were going so well between you the doctor assumed you felt the same. Apparently that wasn’t the case and Stephen respected your decision.

“Oh, a date?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he agrees though. He’s kinda busy with sorcery stuff and all that.” You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling.

Stephen exhaled in relief, with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure he will find some time for you.” He announced, playing along. “He already cleared out his schedule for you.”

You giggled like a little kid, taking Stephen’s hand in yours and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “It’s a date then, doctor.”

“I believe it is.”

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Manifestation of Happy Endings

SUMMARY: "Everyone deserves a happy ending, even you." CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x Reader; Wong. Cloakie [Cloak of Levitation], Wong. Asshole Tony Stark. WARNINGS: Slight Angst. Brief Description of A Kiss. Toxic Way of Moving on from An Ex(for Tony, not the reader) WORDS: 2,704 MASTERLIST || Join the Taglist

Part 4 STREETLIGHT

One of the things Stephen Strange had never thought he would ever have in his life again was a woman he loved--loving so much that he was willing to endure what he was in this very moment.

Nothing scared him more than having to think of the perfect way to propose to his girlfriend. Nothing scared him shitless than the idea of you rejecting his proposal and the crack begins to form in your stable relationship.

You were doing alright, for the past few months since you started dating Stephen--or at least that was what Stephen had gotten out of Wong whenever the two of you would be deep in conversation in either the library or the kitchen.

With his responsibility as the Sorcerer Supreme and helping saving the Universe on a daily basis, he never had a perfect opportunity to propose. And when he did found the momentary courage, you would be pulled into a book tour all around the country, leaving him to device a plan with Wong on how to actually propose.

"Maybe a candlelit dinner?" Wong had offered, attention still focused on the new book you had given him--the very reason as to why you were gone for well over a month now.

"Too predictable." Stephen snorted.

Candlelit dinner was already a common occurrence between the two of you, with the rare free time, you'd often find yourself just making a hearty meal for the two of you while Stephen was in charge of setting the mood in the dinner table. It was better than heading to a restaurant, getting recognized, and having to deal with the news still circulating about you and your separation from Tony Stark all those months ago.

"Then do something you won't usually do." Wong continued on turning the page to your book.

You loved going on walks. Even with the daily chaos of New York Streets could offer, you always loved being able to go outside, look around and get as much inspiration as you could for any upcoming books you were writing. Outside to some fresh air and sunlight you often tease Stephen of not having enough of because of his duties.

Maybe taking you out on a hike somewhere could be good. A good change of pace, then he could find a perfect spot to just bend on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Easier said than done when he comes to think more through with the plan. He doesn't know any good hiking trails in New York and it looked more taxing for either of you.

"She says she always wanted to go on road trips across the country." Wong finally made a suggestion. "Why don't the two of you drive to Vegas or something else hedonistic for once."

The suggestion doesn't sound too bad. You did enjoy car rides, Stephen had come to realize. Since his accident years ago, he tried his best to avoid car rides, mostly not needing to since he could create portals to travel to different location his mind can conjure. The first time he had actually enjoyed being inside a car that wasn't his own was with you, as you two made your way to lunch.

He could still remember the way you would allow him to pick the song for the quick ride and how you would jam to whatever was on the radio. It brought a smile on his face now, remembering the patience of a saint you had whenever he would act like a backseat driver if you turn into a different route.

A thirty hour drive would be a nightmare for him, but if he had you, it doesn't sound as bad.

Before he could conjure up the plan, the simple ding of his phone brought his attention away from his plan. A text from you, from a phone you had hesitantly brought under your agent and manager's insistence. It also meant Stephen had more use of his own and Wong somehow found himself with one as well thanks to you--not wanting him to be left out.

Stark is here. I don't know what to do.

"I'll be right back." Stephen told his friend before conjuring a portal with his sling ring to bring him to California where you were currently having your Open forum.

In an audience capacity of a thousand, Alex Theatre was full pack. But among the faces in the crowd. A handful had stood out the most. Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, and one Peter Parker. It was hell and sending Stephen a quick text about it was the only solution you could think of at the moment.

You were to be talking to the audience for a good hour and a half and be open for a few questions, but just the fact that the people you wanted nothing to do with anymore was in the room had you scared.

You no longer had the feelings you once had for Tony, but you were simply scared of the repercussions that would come with Stephen knowing about it.

You knew that Stephen would try confronting Tony, but that would complicate the situation more than it should. Knowing you refused to let any of them know your whereabouts or the fact that you were closer than any of them had actually thought you would be.

"Y/N?"

At the familiar voice of your boyfriend, you were momentarily felt at ease as you tried your best to calm down and stop the possible mental breakdown you were having knowing your ex was in the building. The backstage looked smaller than it really was.

Wrapped in his arms, the fear was placed at ease. You rested your cheeks on his chest, arms sliding around his waist as he pulled you closer to him. Hands cradling the back of your head.

"You okay?" He asked.

You didn't respond, instead pulling him closer to you. Fearing that if you let him go now the man would make his way to the audience and talk some sense to Tony.

"I'm nervous about this, even if he wasn't here." You muttered.

This was the first tour you had done in years. Having lost inspiration in writing because of the stagnation in your relationship, you were still worried about what the world would react to your new book, how they would think of you now that you were no longer the woman constantly attached to Tony Stark's side in public events.

As much as your team had constantly hyped you up, with colorful reviews on your latest book, it was still different from the last one you had done, the difference was caused by this man in front of you, holding you into him like you were made of fine porcelain.

It was difference you always needed in your life, but you fear the reception of it wouldn't be well received by your supporters and your fanbase.

"Let's drive to Vegas after your tour." Stephen's suggestion had surprised you.

You were expecting his usual dry humor, but you were welcomed with something entirely different from the man. Driving across country was something you always wanted to experience, but knowing Stephen's accident, you never suggested the activity.

"I'm driving." You were quick to volunteer.

"I expecting nothing less." He smirked looking down at you. For a moment, you couldn't help but just look down at him. How his blue eyes could look at you like they did, adoration and love. "Want to get married in Vegas?" He offered.

The last question had you shoving him away and glaring at him. The hell was he talking about.

"That's not funny, Strange." You warned.

"It's not a joke." Stephen assured with a smile.

And just like that, the man had fallen to this knees in front of you. The people backstage were witnessing and squealing on your behalf as you stood stock still in front of the man.

"I was planning on proposing on our drive to Vegas, but now is a good time as any to do so. Y/N Y/L/N, you had turned my world upside down the moment you fall face first in the café all those months ago, how you had repaid me with coffee and a deli sandwich when it was my cloak that saved you. How you made the sanctum a home, how you became a part of the team in your own special way. I love you and I wish to be able to spend the rest of my days with you. "

You were left dumbfounded and before you could do anything, you fell to your knees in front of the man even before he could ask you the question, you had said yes. Over and over you had accepted his proposal even without hearing the question. You were happy with Stephen, more than you had ever thought you would ever be since.

"Yes. A million times yes." You muttered wrapping your arms around him and kissing him square on the lips. After a moment of clapping from the people backstage, the momentary embarrassment had settled you but Stephen was quick to make the situation better. Standing the two of you back up to your feet, he had finally opened the velvet box to a sight that took your breath away.

A vintage, emerald cut diamond ring. Plucking the ring with his shaky hand he had slid it onto your ring finger before kissing your hand. An affection you were so used to seeing from Stephen at the privacy of the sanctum or your apartment.

"I can't be like Tony and give you the world, but I'll be me and give you my life and the time I left when I'm not saving the world to you."

You smiled at his promise. It was reasonable, a part of him that you will never make him choose between. Knowing he was going to be making an effort was enough for you as you nodded and kissed him once again before you were finally announced to head out.

"I'll be waiting here, break a leg!" Stephen smiled breathless as you finally stepped out to the crowd, a quick round of applause had sounded as you made your way to the podium. Hugging the MC for the event before turning to face everyone, including the likes of Tony Stark in the crowd.

"Sounds like something important happened backstage." The MC smiled knowing how he had to drag the introductions longer than needed because of what Stephen had done.

"My boyfriend proposed to me." You beamed showcasing the ring that now wrapped around your finger to the crowd.

"Congratulations. Who's the lucky guy?" The MC inquired and for a moment your eyes turned towards Tony, and for once you finally saw something you had never thought you'd see in his eyes. Regret. It wasn't satisfaction that you felt, more like this closure you never thought you could have left after all was said and done with him.

"He's a private guy. But I'm happy, the happiest I had ever been in my life." You responded before turning your eyes back towards the curtains where you saw Stephen was watching, a beaming smile was on his face. "He's actually watching backstage," you turned back to the crowd. "So if by any chance I stop mid sentence throughout, it's still the adrenaline from his proposal manifesting, so blame him okay?" You teased earning a laugh from the crowd.

"So I don't need to ask it then, who is your muse for your new book?"

You blushed hesitantly turning to Stephen as the humor lingered on his features. It was an open secret that he was but it's weird having to say it with him in attendance. Easier when he was miles away from you.

"If you're happy, you become inspired." You shrugged hoping that is enough explanation for it. "And from the reviews I've gotten since the book's launch, everyone could see that." You beamed.

"So before we get started in the plotline and the theme of the story, can you tell us about the process of this book from your head to the printing press?"

You cleared your throat knowing that this question would be coming. It wasn't long before you needed to address it and knowing now would be the best time to do so before you finally close the chapter in your life for good.

"I've been in a slump for over a year and a half, my agent and my editors couldn't bring me into writing anything substantial, I blame myself and what my previous relationship had done to me." You spoke honestly, eyes momentarily focusing towards Tony before lingering back to the listening crowd. "It's one thing to be in a relationship filled with arguments and resentment; it was another when you're the only one trying in the relationship that everything else in your life seems--meaningless."

You could still remember the life you had wasted for the years of being with your ex. How you had loved finally gaining your independence and being able to be happy again without needing to think about him and his well being most of the time.

"I found myself out of that environment and found myself in a much different one. I met this man in the café, saved before I face planted onto the floor in front of the bustling crowd. And the rest as they say is history." You added. "Because of this said man, I've found myself writing more than I thought I'd actually do since moving on from my ex. I'd be in his library for hours on until I could see the moonlight glowing below the two of us. And I just found myself writing a love story instead of a story about moving on."

You somehow found yourself chuckling at the last bit as you had come to realize something about your relationship with Stephen.

"I'm actually going to marry my rebound." You had announced somehow far too proudly earning a laugh from the crowd in the process. "So ladies and gentlemen, if you think the most serious relationship you have right now had failed, there is always someone out there meant for you. You just need to get out of your comfort zone."

"You two look ridiculous." Wong was quick to point out as the beaming smile on both of your faces lingered.

An hours previously, you had been officially married to Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange. Wearing the same dress you had on during your talk and only now adorned in a small veil you've purchased in the Vegas strip as you and Stephen had looked for a semi-decent individual to officiate your wedding.

You made it evident that Wong should also be joining, not just as a witness but as part of the family. The man had been there throughout the start of your relationship and it was only fitting to have him in this new chapter as well. Married and whatever the universe would throw the two of them from this day forward.

"We can always go to a strip club to celebrate." Stephen had teased, arm wrapped around your shoulder as the three of you had walked around the strip, caring less at this point if anyone would recognize any of you.

You smiled agreeing playful just to see Wong stutter and try his best to change the subject.

"We promise that the bigger wedding would be more tame than this." You had assured your friend. "And Stephen will make you his Best man." You had pointed out to your--husband.

The word felt still as foreign in your tongue but a welcome change it seems. Holding onto Stephen's free hand, the rings you've picked from the nearby jewelry store was perfect in it's own special way. The streetlight glowing all throughout made the rings sparkle and the smile on your face growing bigger than ever.

"Why do I think he will go more bridezilla than you?" Wong teased earning a glare from Stephen but the lack of a genuine retort made it evident between the three of you how right Wong's word were.

#Stephen Strange Series #stephen strange imagine #Stephen Strange x reader #Stephen Strange Imagines #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x you #Manifestation of A Happy Ending Series #Stephen Strange Angst #Stephen Strange Fluff

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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Libraries

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Strange! Fem! Reader x Danny Rand

A/N: based on the headcanons I posted awhile ago. also it has a shifty ending but you know how it be

Warnings: gets a little heated but nothing over pg-13, I swear. On god. Also Doctor Strange tries to give them “The Talk”

“Careful with that!” Danny yelped as you nearly hit him with the books. You had been working on perfecting a new list of spells Mordo had given you, and you were having a particular hard time with this telekinesis spell.

“Sorry.” You giggled as he walked farther back behind you. Some other sorcerers were working in the library, and would glance at the two of you every time you made any noise. So it was pretty often since both of you would laugh every time you messed up a spell.

“Y/N, focus.” Danny reminded over your shoulder.

“You know, telling me to focus just distracts me from focusing.” You mumbled as you tried to regain control over the heavy books you were levitating.

“Steady your hands.” He added.

“Danny!” You turned to snap at him for distracting you, instead making you completely loose focus.

You loose control of the books, and they fly across the room. You wince as the heavy books knock a whole shelf over, and it starts a domino effect. Danny watched with his jaw dropped as the shelves all tumble over, books scattering across the floor as they fell out. It stops with one last crash against the far wall.

Every single sorcerer and sorceress turned to glare at you, annoyance evident. You feel their stares but don’t look them in the eye, since they can all be really scary and intimidating when they needed to be.

“Sorry.” You smile nervously. That only seemed to make them glare harder, if that was even possible, at you.

“I think we should leave.” Danny whispered to you.

“I think so too.” You nod, and followed him out of the room. You two rushed outside, nearly knocking Wong clean over. Seriously, what was wrong with you today?

“What are you two up to now?” Wong asked, smoothing his robes out.

“Sorry, Wong.” You grin, grabbing Danny’s hand and sprinting away.

“You are in so much trouble!” Danny laughed as you both ran, scared to be caught by Wong once he figured out you had ruined half of his library.

“Don’t remind me!” You say as you two reach a temple, where your father was talking to Wiccan, a magic user your age who would visit once in awhile.

“Ms. Strange, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Wiccan greeted you. “Hello, Iron Fist.”

“Hey Wiccan.” You greet quickly.

“Y/N, what did you do?” Your father raised a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“What? Nothing.” You say, though it was obvious you had done something from your tone of voice.

“STRANGE!” You hear Wong scream from the library, which was only a few buildings down.

“Gotta go!” You shout, taking off down the street.

“Wait for me!” Danny scrambled after you.

You looked behind you and saw Wong racing after you, which was funny enough on its own, but you also saw your father shaking his head in disappointment, which was even funnier.

You and Danny ducked behind a building once you momentarily lost sight of Wong. You both stifled your laughs as he ran by, and he turned to say something.

He stopped when he realized how close he was to you, your bodies pressed against each other in the small alleyway. You stared into his emerald green eyes, admiring the sparkle of mischief that was so rare to see in the honorable warrior.

You both realize you’ve been staring at each other and look away, clearing your throat awkwardly. You poke your head out of the alleyway, not seeing Wong anywhere.

“Uh, coast is clear.” You tell Danny.

“Can’t you just use a sling ring and take us somewhere...where Wong isn’t after our heads?” He asks.

“Oh shit you’re right.” You dug into your pocket, sliding the ring onto your finger. You point and think of his room in K’un Lun. The portal opens, just as you hear a yell behind you.

“Run!” Danny yells, jumping through the portal as Wong charges at the both of you.

“Sorry Wong!” You shout again before following, and closing the portal just before Wong can get to you.

You pant, out of breath. You make eye contact with Danny, and you both burst into laughter. You fall onto his bed as he sits down like a normal person.

“You are in so much trouble when you get back.” He chuckles as you continue to die laughing.

“It’s not like I meant to knock over half of the library.” You giggle as you sit up. “Did you see my dads face? And Wong running? It was totally worth it.”

“Okay...I guess it was pretty hysterical.” He nods after awhile. “Still, he’s going to kill you.”

“Eh. He’ll probably just make me clean it up. I could just steal the Time Stone and fix it.” You shrug.

“Doesn’t your dad never let it out of his sight?”

“Please, he takes it off when he sleeps.” You scoff. “Besides, even then it’s not that hard of work.”

“If you say so.” He smiles.

You both catch yourself in a silence again, staring into each other’s eyes.

You’ve been best friends forever, ever since you and your father first visited K’un Lun back when some inter dimensional demon was threatening your existence again. He had been kind, polite, charming, and practically making you swoon over his stunning smile. The first time you hung out was at the K’un Lun library, and he taught you some meditation techniques to strengthen your focus while you were casting spells. Eventually one of you was hardly seen without the other. Whether it was studying, eating, drinking tea, working, or training, you would always do it together.

He’s been your best friend for almost 3 years now, was it a crime to develop feelings for him? You didn’t think so. And how could you not, he was an amazing person, and it didn’t help that he was really hot. Especially now, as you both couldn’t take your eyes off the other.

“Um...Y/N?” He says, just above a whisper. “May I, uh...may I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, stunned that he asked you that. Sure, you’ve been flirting back and forth for the past couple weeks, but you didn’t think it was because he actually liked you.

“Sorry, sorry. Forget I said anything.” He looked away. “Sorry, I didn’t-“

You grab his face and crash your lips onto his. He’s stiff at first, but quickly melts into the kiss. You tangle your fingers in his sandy blonde hair as his arms wrap around your waist, your chests pressed against the others. You’re holding onto each other as if the other would disappear if you let go. Your kisses become more heated and passionate with each one, pent up feelings for each other over the years pouring out.

When you do finally pull apart to catch your breaths, you’re still holding each other and press your foreheads together. You breathe in the familiar scent of incense and green tea, trying to savor and soak in the moment.

“You know I’ve liked you ever since we met?” He whispers after a few seconds.

“You know I have too?” You smile as you pull away slightly, just enough to fully see his face, most likely chiseled by the gods themselves.

“I apologize if it is too soon to say this but...I love you, Y/N Strange.” He smiles sheepishly, a light blush spreading across his face.

“And I love you too, Daniel Rand.” You beam, overjoyed that he did indeed feel the same way you did. You just felt stupid that it took you two dorks 3 years to finally realize it.

He leans in and kisses you again, holding you close as he lays you down so he’s on top of you. You grab his hands and intertwine your fingers as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you part your lips to deepen the kiss.

“Ha! I knew you-! Oh.” Someone shouts as the door slams open.

You recognize the voice and shove Danny off of you, both of you whipping around to see a very stunned Wong in the doorway.

“Hey there, Wong.” You scratch the back of your neck as Danny quickly climbs off of you and catapults himself to the other side of the room. Both of your faces and necks turn bright crimson red the longer Wong stares.

“Well, um...I guess I owe Mordo and Scarlet Witch $25.” He finally states.  

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“We have a bet going.” He shrugs, before crossing his arms and his usual poker face returns. “So sorry to interrupt your little make out session, but I have 30 bookshelves knocked over and the books are all over the place.”

“Wong, I swear it was an accident.” You spit out. “I promise I’ll help clean it up.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t ask you to help with something that time consuming.” He says, dripping with sarcasm. “You’re cleaning it up by yourself.”

“Yes sir.” You sigh.

“Now, I expect it to be properly organized by tomorrow afternoon. Let’s go.” He motions for you to follow him.

You groan as you get up, dreading the hours of arranging the shelves you’d have to do. You slip the sling ring into Danny’s hand as you pass and whisper, “My room tonight.”

•

“Wong, have you seen Y/N anywhere?” Doctor Strange walked into the now neat and tidy Kamar Taj library that you had spent hours working on about a week ago. He had been looking for you, wanting to help you practice perfecting the telekinesis spell, which obviously didn’t go well the first time.

“I believe her and Daniel are tending to the Garden of P’an-T’ao.” Wong waved off the question, deeply concentrated on trying to win a Twitter roast against this talking raccoon. And this talking raccoon was quite brutal, to Wong’s surprise.

“Is it just me or have they been hanging out way more often lately?” He asks his friend.

“They always hang out.” Wong mumbled.

“Well yes, but they’re basically joint at the hip now.” Doctor Strange paced. “There’s something going on between them, I can feel it.”

Wong stayed silent, trying to think of ways to divert the doctors attention elsewhere. He had another bet going with Mordo and Scarlet Witch, Wiccan and Magik had joined in on this one, so he wanted the grand prize of $80. Now they were betting on how long it would take the Sorcerer Supreme, one of the smartest men on earth, to figure out that his daughter was now dating the Iron Fist, and Wong had bet the longest amount of time.

“They’re just gardening.” He shrugs once more.

“I suppose. But every day?”

“They’re probably just enjoying the last few weeks of summer left.” Wong quickly adds. Thank god you had complained about having to do homework again soon, or he wouldn’t have thought of that.

“...you’re probably right.” Strange nods finally.

“Oh, curse you, rodent!” Wong throws his phone down after reading the latest, and particularly nasty Tweet the raccoon had just posted.

“What on earth are you doing?” Strange picked up the phone and his eyes widen. “Oh wow. That’s clever.”

“Load of help you are.” Wong scoffed, still offended by the insults.

“Ha! This ones even funnier!”

•

You were definitely not gardening. First, because gardening was one of the worst things ever. Second, because you would much rather be spending time with your boyfriend. You cringed at yourself when you felt giddy just saying that, but you were in fact now dating Danny Rand.

You weren’t necessarily hiding it, but it was quite amusing that your father hadn’t yet cracked the case. He was a smart guy, but was apparently clueless about your personal life. Human interactions weren’t always his strong suit, to be fair.

You and Danny were just peacefully reading in your room, since you still needed to do more research for Mordo’s “tutoring” (which was really just him watching you make mistakes over and over until you learned how to fix them yourself), and Danny was always reading. You two were just nerds that way. So when your father burst into the room, neither of you were thoroughly impressed. I mean, it’s only taken 2 weeks for him to figure it out.

“You two are dating?!” He screeches at the both of you.

“Really?” You say sarcastically as you turn to your boyfriend. “Danny, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve put my book down.”

“Now is not the time for your clever little jokes, young lady.” Your father snaps, offended when Danny snickers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Gee, maybe it was because you’d react irrationally. My mistake, I should’ve known you’d be totally cool with it.” You say dryly.

“Plus, we weren’t exactly hiding it.” Danny added.

“Shut it, blondie.”

“Dad, don’t be rude.” You cross your arms.

“Well, now that I know you’re dating, I think we need to have a little discussion.” He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Oh God...” You groan, already knowing what’s coming.

“You’re too young to have sex, but if you’re going to do it-“

“Do it safely, responsibly and consensually.” You and Danny recite, already hearing this a million times from Wong and Mordo when they found out you were dating.

“...right.” Your dad narrowed his eyes at you. “So don’t forget to-“

“Use protection.” You both say,

“...um, yes. And make sure-“

“We both consent with an enthusiastic yes.”

Your dad stares at the both of you, apparently you had already heard this speech. He was your dad, he hadn’t given it to you before. He would have to have a little chat with the other sorcerers. But he sensed that you two weren’t taking him seriously, despite how maturely you were taking it.

“I’m just saying, you know how many girls your age I’ve seen giving birth at the hospital?”

“Dad, you were a surgeon, not an obstetrician.” You blink at him. “Besides, I don’t want children, I’ve mentioned this. That’s more than enough reason for me to uh...not do it.”

“Well then. This was a lovely chat. Carry on with your...reading.” He slowly exits your room, leaving the door open. Not that it really mattered, he stepped through a portal to the Kamar Taj library, leaving you two alone in the Sanctum.

Doctor Strange turned to Wong, hand on his hip and an eyebrow raised. Wong stared at him, freezing mid-bite of his food.

“So when were you going to alert me that my daughter was dating Daniel?” He taps his foot in annoyance.

“What? You weren’t supposed to find out till November!” Wong threw down his food. “Curse Wanda.”

“What?”

“Anyways.” Strange shook his head as he joined his friend at the table. “I gave them a little chat. I think I really got through to them. We’re on a new found level of respect.”

•

“Now is not the time for your clever little jokes young lady.” Danny mocks your dad, and you double over in laughter.

“Can you believe him?” You wheeze. “Oh man, that made my year.”

“So are we ever going to tell him that we’re waiting till marriage?” He asks as he follows you through the Sanctum, on your guys’ way to the library.

“Nah.” You giggle as you intertwine your fingers. “I’ll let him stress.”

“You’re an evil daughter.” He chuckled.

“Hey, that’s what he gets for sitting and watching me put every single book away when I knocked them over.” You shrug, placing a kiss on his jaw.

“You’re the one who knocked them over with your clumsy ass.” He laughs as you open the door to the library.

“I am not clumsy!” You shout, slamming the door open. Turns out you slammed the door so hard, and your father rearranged the shelf placement, because the door knocked over a case of books. Then another, and another, and another...

“No you’re right, you’re graceful and elegant.”

“Run?” You wince as the last shelf makes a loud BOOM as it collides with the marble flooring.

“Run.” He simply nods.

#marvel #usm #ultimate spiderman #danny rand #danny rand x strange! reader #danny rand x reader #iron fist #iron fist x reader #doctor strange #strange! reader #libraries

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redstarwriting · 4 years

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Love Language

Stephen Strange x Reader

Request: “Hiya, can I request a Stephen Strange x reader please? Just something really fluffy with lots of cuddles and stuff? Thank you and I hope you’re well!”

Word Count: 796

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Cloak being spoiled

A/N: I’m sorry this took long to get out but, I am finally done with finals, fuck you sophomore year of college. And fuck you coronavirus. Anyways, I’m sorry this is shorter than some of my other stories, my brain is absolutely fried from writing two whole essays on why theater history is important. Also sorry for using a gif of just Benedict but like, I love that man and what he’s saying fits the story. I do hope you enjoy this, though! It was refreshing to write something not school related haha. Please, enjoy!

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You could tell the moment he walked into the door that he was exhausted. Funny how that works, because you weren’t really thriving in that department either. Work had been keeping both of you very busy. Although you aren’t the Sorcerer Supreme, you are a sorcerer. And a pretty damn powerful one at that. I mean, you were trained by the current Sorcerer Supreme (and boyfriend) Dr. Stephen Strange, so is it really a surprise that you worked tirelessly to keep the world safe and in check too?

“If I have to see one more real mythical God this week, I’m going to lose my mind,” you hear Stephen mutter, rubbing his hands over his face as Cloak slides off of his shoulders and curls up in the dog bed the two of you got for it. It’s a long story. And Cloak is spoiled. You don’t like to think about it all that much. You chuckle a little at your boyfriend’s words before stretching out on the bed you already got comfortable in. “I’m no necessarily tired of Gods, but I am pretty damn tired of all these sorcerer’s trying to destroy cities. You know, I don’t understand why they keep trying when they know me, or you will just show up to take them to the mirror dimension and stop them. It’s actually a little infuriating, like do they have any grasp of intelligence?”

“They probably do it because you’re just so irresistible, I mean, there’s a reason I’m in love with you, you know? That means they have the tiniest sliver of intelligence. But only the tiniest. Probably a millimeter of intelligence.”

“Thanks?… I think?” you mutter, flattered at the… compliment? Back-handed compliment? Honestly, you were too tired to completely comprehend everything he was saying, and he knew it. He just chuckled at your reaction, quickly changing into robes that weren’t as gross and plopping down in bed next to you. “Ew, you didn’t even shower.”

“I’m not about to pass out in the shower, (Y/N). Besides, you look too cute for me to just leave and not hold you. So really, this is on you,” he says as he reaches out his arms and pulls you against him. You roll your eyes, burying your head in his chest. “Only you would be able to find a way to turn everything on me, Stephen Strange.”

“You forgot the ‘Doctor,’ there, love,” he says, and you look up at him with a playful glare, causing him to burst out laughing. “I will never call you ‘Doctor Stephen Strange’ unless I’m being held at gunpoint and even then I’d have to think about it for at least ten minutes before saying it,” you push against him, trying to get away because you’re “annoyed” at him. He’s pretty strong though, and you’re not about to go anywhere. “Ouch, really? You’d rather die than call me by my real title?”

“I wouldn’t wanna feed your ego anymore, you have enough for the both of us,” you respond, and he gasps. “Wow.” You smirk, snuggling closer to him, satisfied that you left the big bad Stephen Strange speechless. Even though it’s a skill you, and only you, seem to possess and you use it frequently, it never gets old knowing that he doesn’t know what else to say. Despite his feigned offense, you can feel him start to stroke your hair, which starts to make you even more tired than you already were. “Even though you like to attack me all the time,” Stephen starts and you let out a snort, “Being able to just lay here like this with you is my favorite thing, I think. I mean of course besides just you in general. It’s just nice to have a calm moment with you. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the galaxy.”

“Stop being soft, Stephen, I’m comfy in this position but now I wanna kiss you and I’m conflicted. And you know what that is? That’s fucking rude,” you mumble, feeling vibrations in his chest along with his laughter that came immediately after. “Well, (Y/N), just go to sleep. There will be plenty of kisses from me when you wake up.” You roll your eyes, but don’t say anything else. You quickly fall asleep, and he grins. Even though you two mess around with each other like this all the time, it’s just your love language. And to be quite honest, he wouldn’t trade the way you two talk to each other for anything. You’re cute when you get annoyed at him, so he loves doing it. Just be prepared for him to tease you when you wake up. For what you ask? Oh, nothing in particular. He just does it cause he can.

#avengers x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #dr strange x reader #avengers imagine #stephen strange imagine #doctor strange imagine #dr strange imagine #avengers #stephen strange #doctor strange #dr strange

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21stcenturyhope · 4 years

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BTS Imagine // Superhero!AU (Hyung Line)

pairing: bts x reader

summary: it’s not easy to make plans with your significant other especially when he’s always out saving the world

genre: superhero!au, fluff, humour

warnings: superhero movie spoilers!

notes: read maknae line here

Kim Seokjin

“Seriously, Jin?”

Your fiancé had tried to sneak in through the direct entrance to his lab at Kim Tower but you were already there waiting for him. With one hand on your hip, you raised an eyebrow in question at the love of your life while still waiting for an answer.

“Y/N, listen - I finally enhanced the aerodynamics on my suit for thirty-eight percent more efficiency. Not that there was any doubt that it wouldn’t work, I’m a genius after all.”

You were clearly not amused judging by the expression on your face.

“Jarvis, back me up here.”

“Jarvis can’t back you up here. You promised you wouldn’t be late this year, Jin. It’s your own freaking holiday party for crying out loud!”

“Ah, indeed it is. I should get a free pass since I own Kim Industries, right?” Jin gave you a sly smirk as he walked up to you. Using both hands, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you in for a searing kiss. “Did I mention you look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/N?”

“Just get dressed, Jin. In a regular suit that normal people wear. I don’t even want to hear you mention Iron Man for the rest of the night.” Your tone was stern but the blush on your cheeks gave you away.

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.” Jin shot you a quick wink and flying kiss as he walked away.

Min Yoongi

“I think this will be my best story yet. Already fourteen women have come forward with accusations and four of them have agreed to do an exclusive interview with me… Yoongi? Are you even listening?”

You looked back at your boyfriend who had stopped in his tracks.

It wasn’t easy to spend time together with your boyfriend. Both of you were investigative journalists at the same newspaper company where you two met. You were career driven and often spent long hours at the office. As for your boyfriend, however…

Min Yoongi just so happened to be a superhero. But not just any superhero – Superman. His efforts were divided between his job at the paper, protecting his identity and saving the world.

This was the first time in nearly a week that the two of you had time to see each other.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I have to go. I can hear someone calling out for help.”

These sorts of things happened quite frequently but you never faulted Yoongi for it. He was given great powers and chose to do good with them. You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss goodbye.

“I understand, you don’t need to explain.” You assured him before promptly holding out your hand. Yoongi gave you a questioning look. “Your glasses, Yoongi. Can’t have you exposing your identity now, can we?”

A wide gummy smile stretched across Yoongi’s lips as he leaned forward for one more quick kiss.

“This is why I love you, Y/N.” A few moments later, the all-too familiar expressions were heard all around you.

“Is that a bird?”

“Is that a plane?”

“No, it’s Superman!”

Jung Hoseok

“All I’m saying is that I would appreciate it if you cleaned up a bit more around the house.”

“Really? Do you really think this is the right time to talk about my hygiene habits? Duck.”

Hoseok did as he was told, crouching low to the ground which allowed you to land a solid punch to the henchman’s face.

“Well, I knew you’d react like this so I figured it was as good of a time as any. To your left.”

You dodged a hit just in time as Hoseok sent the villain flying into the wall with a well-aimed kick. With a few more well-placed hits and kicks, all the henchmen were officially knocked out.

“You knew I’d react like this? Just for that, you can round up all these losers for the police. I’ll go defuse the bomb.”

Hoseok tried to grab your wrist but your hyper-elasticity allowed you to continue walking away.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean that. Don’t walk away from me,” he pouted. You were a sucker for Hoseok’s pout and he knew it. Deciding that you had given him a hard-enough time, you walked back to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for kiss.

“We make an incredible team, don’t you think?” Hoseok beamed afterwards, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. You laughed openly at his attempt to be funny.

“Even when I don’t clean up around the house?” You teased.

“Well, all superheroes have a weakness. Yours just happens to be household chores.”

You punched him in the arm for that one. Hoseok apologized by peppering kisses all over your face.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed. “I’ll forgive you this time. But seriously, you have to let me go now or that bomb’s going to detonate.”

“Oh, right. We should probably take care of that. Man, you’re so hot when you get down to business.”

You threw a coy look over your shoulder just to get a laugh out of Hoseok.

“Just for you, Mr. Incredible.”

Kim Namjoon

“So, let me get this straight. After losing your ability to perform surgeries, you decided to go out on a limb and trusted some whacko that said he used magic to get back the use of his arms and legs. You somehow trained to become sort of sorcerer where you fought the ruler of an alternate dimension which is how you ended up on my surgical table half-dead. Now the world is at peace again and you’ve taken up a new profession as this Sorcerer Supreme or whatever.”

Namjoon nods along as you summarize everything that he just told you.

“And now you want to get back together?”

Namjoon nods again, directing a hopeful look at you.

“Kim Namjoon, are you freaking kidding me?!” You explode, slamming both hands on the table. Startled, Namjoon nearly falls out of his seat.

“I cannot believe what I’m hearing right now. You showed up nearly dead and then disappeared again for weeks. Do you know how worried I was about you?”

‘Y/N, please, I…”

“And now, you show up on my front door and have the nerve to ask me if we can get back together? Are you sure you graduated from med school?”

“So, I take it that’s a no…?”

You reached across the table to grab Namjoon by the collar of his shirt, slightly pulling him out of his seat. Closing your eyes, you drew him in for a hard-searing kiss which he eagerly reciprocated. When the two of you finally broke apart, Namjoon was sporting the wisest grin.

“But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll save your life just to kill you myself.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” Namjoon grinned before pulling you in for another kiss.

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To the one you admire

Fandom: Suprisingly NOT BNHA, instead Marvel.

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader with a bit of Cloak x Reader friendship

Rating: Safe!

Honestly I don’t know where this came from inspiration struck.

Also I haven’t seen Endgame so if anyone tries to spoil me I’m gunna be a sad panda.

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“Hey, Teach!” You called out to the older man with a smug expression when he spun around to glare at you; his most promising, yet least respectful student. “I think Cloak likes me more than you,” you teased, the Cloak of Levitation holding your curled up form and floating you around the Sanctum. Then you grinned, pressing a hand against the magical material fondly. “Don’t worry Cloak, I myself like you more than I like the Sorcerer Supreme.”

Cloak, somehow more expressive than most humans you’d known over the years, seemed to hold you a bit more snugly at your words as if to say ‘I like you most too’ before safely bringing you back to solid ground to stand in front of Stephen and reluctantly returning to your teacher’s shoulders. Glancing up at the Doctor’s face, however, you tried and failed to hide your amusement at his clear irritation. “It’s Doctor.”

“So, what’s the lesson plan for today?” You inquired, completely ignoring his tone. “Send me off to read books by my lonesome? Bring me along for some supernatural adventure? Oh! Or maybe to help save the world?!” Eyes sparkling, you ignored his unimpressed eyeroll and followed him around the Sanctum, Cloak occasionally turning(?) to look in your direction as you made dramatic poses to act out your feelings of being ignored. “Doctor….!” You elongated the o’s in the word, lips twitching upwards when the use of his ‘proper’ title caused the infuriating man to look at you, his infuriating student. “I’ve been working hard on my spells. Could you maybe… I don’t know…” spare more than just a glance and a nod my way?

“Let’s see what you can do, then,” Stephen conceded, stepping towards you with a serious expression and pushing you backwards through a portal. You let out a laugh, quickly grabbing his wrists and noting his shaking hands as he walked you backwards into the training area. While a part of you felt very uncomfortable about walking backwards, unable to see where you were going, you trusted your mentor. “Aren’t you going to start? Normally you try to get the jump on me.”

“I could,” you shrug your shoulders and smile at the older man. “I’m just enjoying the attention.” The Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes at your teasing, stopping in his tracks and giving you a look to which you released his wrists. “So, Teach…”

“Doctor,” he reminded, a warning in his tone that you loved to ignore.

“Yeah, yeah,” you snickered, clapping your hands together and feeling the rush of magic in your fingertips. Stomping your feet against the ground, you muttered an incantation under your breath and felt the magic take hold, disguising your appearance into one you had imagined. Walking carefully, you hummed to yourself and eyed your instructor as he watched you, bored. Lately you’d been looking into some low-level DnD spells that you were hoping would translate well enough into magic that you could actually cast. “Level 2…” stopping in your movements, you pointed a finger gun in Stephen’s direction. Time to see if it’d work… hold person. Stephen’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise, and you darted forward, dropping your disguise and placing a hand on cloak. “Cloak, run away with me!” You put on your most hopeful expression, letting out a gleeful laugh when Cloak practically barrelled into you and lifted you off your feet. Nuzzling into the soft material, you smiled, pleased for the attention. Lately, Doctor Strange had been giving you more of a cold shoulder than usual, so you’d been feeling a bit… neglected. But Cloak stayed it’s wonderful, playful self with you.

Hold Person stopped holding, and Stephen let out an exasperated sigh. “Cloak…” he spoke warningly. Next thing you knew, Cloak had placed you in your mentor’s arms and had returned to said mentor’s shoulders. “Very funny, ________.”

“I know,” you grinned up at him, using the closer distance to use another spell. “But might I offer a suggestion?” Strange opened his mouth, then closed it. “I think that you should…” you looked up thoughtfully, rolling out of Strange’s hold and kneeling on the ground in front of him. “Take a seat, and talk to me for a bit. I’m… curious,” you admitted. The blue-robed man sat in front of you, and your smile brightened considerably.

“Curious about what?” he asked you, confusion evident in his expression.

“You,” letting out an awkward laugh, you facepalmed and used your hand to hide your expression. You knew that Suggestion wouldn’t work, Strange was more than powerful enough to shake off your low level magic. “Why you bothered to take me on as a student. If there was really a point to it since most of the time I’m just left alone, and you don’t seem to particularly like me.”

He didn’t agree or disagree. “You’re talented,” Strange finally offered.

You hummed, remembering the event that led to your offer of apprenticeship. “That is true.”

Strange let out a chuckle, it sounded nice. “Are you self-conscious? I never would have expected this when you act so cocky.”

“That’s funny coming from you,” You leaned a hand against your cheek, meeting the man’s blue eyes with a neutral expression. “I think that a lot of us get self-conscious around people we admire.” At that you stood up, throwing your hands into the air. “Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, handsome ex-surgeon turned wizard that wastes his time training with me so, yeah. I’m self-conscious.”

The minor stroke to his ego was of course what he responded to, thankfully not mentioning your quickly reddening cheeks. “You think I’m handsome?”

“Oh, shove off,” you laughed, crossing your arms and glaring down at him. “Look, I already know that my spell had no effect on you, so you can quit playing around. I’m sure there are billions of more important things that you need to do.”

“That is true,” Strange nodded, standing up himself and opening a portal. For a moment he seemed like he wanted to say something else, an actual answer; but instead he offers you his arm and looks at you with a surprisingly nervous expression. “You wanted to come along on a supernatural adventure, correct?”

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Avengers: Endgame - The History of Captain America's Climactic Moment

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Remember in Avengers: Endgame when Captain America picked up Thor's hammer? We sure do! Here are other times he did that!

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Ever since Thanos showed up in the mid-credits of the first Avengers movie, there was one scenario that most comic book fans knew was going to one day happen: Captain America was going to at one point lift Thor’s hammer Mjolnir and bash Thanos’ stupid face with it. Until Hela broke Mjolnir in Thor: Ragnarok. Then we all went, “Oh, never mind, I guess,” and thought about what could have been.

Well, time travel is funny like that. It gives you a mulligan. Avengers: Endgame gives us one of the most triumphant moments in superhero movie history, when Captain America is able to lift Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, and use it to beat the ever-lovin' crap out of Thanos for a few minutes. Not only can Captain America lift Thor's hammer, he's able to call down the lightning just as Thor would. It's a huge, cathartic, and historic moment in the history of the MCU, but it's something long familiar to Marvel Comics fans.

How Can Captain America Lift Thor's Hammer?

Simple: Steve Rogers is worthy. The inscription on Mjolnir reads "Whosoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor." It doesn't matter how strong you are, if you aren't worthy, you can't lift Thor's hammer, no matter how hard you try. It's why Thor, at a low point in his life, is so relieved to find that he can still call and hold Mjolnir when he travels back to the events of Thor: The Dark World.

In Avengers: Age of Ultron, we got the slightest hint of what was to come when Cap was able to slightly budge the hammer when trying to pick it up. Thor's reaction shot there was priceless, and teases the moment in Endgame when Steve finally gets to call down the lightning. Of course, the big payoff in Age of Ultron was that Vision (not Cap) was able to wield it near the end of the movie as a way of proving his fidelity, but many of us knew that there was more to it, including Thor, who exclaims "I knew it!" when Cap gets his big moment with the hammer.

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There is comic book precedent to Cap picking up Mjolnir. While not the first non-Thor character to pull that off in Marvel canon (that would be the delightful Beta Ray Bill), he’s had a couple moments where he’s been able to prove his worthy worth and cracked some heads with the uru metal.

Here’s some American history with a mix of Asgardian shop class.

THE ORIGINAL

The Mighty Thor #390 (1988)

Around this time, Steve Rogers had lost the right to be Captain America and just fought crime as "The Captain." This meant dressing exactly as Captain America, but in a black costume with red and white stripes on the front. Thor stopped by Avengers HQ, saw this guy with head wings and a shield and went, “I never saw you before in my life! Who are you?!” Then he threw Mjolnir at him in mid-sentence before realizing that it had to be Steve Rogers because of how fast he could dodge the attack.

I swear, Thor must scream, “STRANGER DANGER!” whenever Jane Foster gets a haircut.

Cap later explained his whole status quo, as well as his current feud with Iron Man (that happens a lot). So the government considered him an enemy and he was at odds with Iron Man for ideological reasons. Same as it ever was. While Thor mused over all this, one of his villains, the god Seth, sent an army after him. Cap, of course, helped out his stupid, stupid friend.

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Thor dropped his hammer after being tackled by generic grunt Grog. Grog tried to lift Mjolnir, but couldn’t budge it. Instead, he started torturing Thor with a laser. Cap didn’t quite understand the whole “worthy” gimmick at the time and figured it was just really heavy. Even though Grog, a brick shithouse of a miniboss, couldn’t do it, Cap decided it was worth trying.

Wouldn’t you know it, The Captain picked it up and wiped the floor with the dogpiling goon squad. He tossed it back to Thor, who proceeded to finish off the bad guys.

Afterwards, Thor admitted that while he had no idea what was really going on with Steve and Tony’s current argument, he sided with Steve due to his ability to pick up the hammer. Cap nodded, rushed into a Quinjet, and flew off to go break Tony Stark's nose several times over.

2099 PROBLEMS

2099: Manifest Destiny (1998)

Even though it's been brought back a few times since, 2099 was one of Marvel's big fixtures in the 90s. It was how 90s comics felt the future would be like. The story was that the heroes had long gone missing and there were no surviving records of what happened. Either way, Thor was worshipped as a religious figure and many awaited his return.

When serial-pointer Miguel O'Hara got powers and became the new Spider-Man of the era, someone pointed out that he was the first of many who would take up the mantle of a long-forgotten hero. This would continue until the coming of Thor 2099, who would deliver them all. Sure enough, we got Ghost Rider 2099, Hulk 2099, Punisher 2099, X-Men 2099, etc. After a few years, the line of comics lost its luster and they wrote it off with this one-shot where they found Captain America's frozen body.

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As Steve got accustomed to this new world, Miguel gave him Donald Blake's walking stick. With a little reluctance, Steve accepted the gift and struck it to the ground, transforming it into Mjolnir and transforming himself into a gaudy Cap/Thor hybrid. He and Miguel started a new Avengers team, but on a space mission, things went haywire and it looked like Captain America was going to be knocked into deep space. His last act was to throw Mjolnir to Miguel, who caught the weapon and turned out to be just as worthy.

Yes, in a wonderful twist, Spider-Man 2099 wasn't just the herald of Thor 2099. He WAS Thor 2099!

With this power and the slow aging that came with it, Miguel turned the galaxy into a utopia. By the time he was done with his duty in 3099, they discovered Captain America's frozen body yet again. The poor guy just couldn't catch a break, but at least he got the hammer back.

THE HELLSCAPE OF APOCALYPSE

What If? Featuring X-Men: Age of Apocalypse (2007)

Age of Apocalypse was a pretty big deal in the '90s and the world it depicted was a nasty one. At least it had Magneto’s X-Men to make some kind of difference to offset Apocalypse’s evil. Naturally, Marvel’s What If series had a couple of takes on the big event. One had its continuity move forward and show how that Earth would have handled the coming of Galactus. One had Legion succeed in killing Magneto in the past, showing a world where Charles Xavier could better fight for a world where mutants were accepted.

Then there was this ridiculous one-shot where Rick Remender came up with the idea of Legion accidentally killing both Magneto and Xavier. The event had terrible repercussions, leading to governments to discover the existence of mutants earlier and going straight for the persecution. Apocalypse made his big appearance and the world got weirder than in normal Age of Apocalypse continuity. For one, Apocalypse’s army included a nest of Peter Parker clones connected by a big Venom symbiote blob.

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The resistance team included the likes of Nate Grey, Molecule Man, Wolverine, Colossus, Thing (with robot arm), Doctor Voodoo (introduced a year or so before Brother Voodoo was the Sorcerer Supreme in canon), Captain Britain in Mach I Iron Man armor, and the leader Captain America. With no real context given, he wielded Mjolnir throughout the story and constantly fought maskless.

The whole issue was mainly these Defenders jumping from one spot to another, facing different threats and gradually losing members. Towards the end, Nate Grey killed Apocalypse, stole his armor, killed Molecule Man, and opened up a portal to the past so they could prevent the deaths of Xavier and Magneto. Fearing that Grey would become a tyrant as bad as Apocalypse himself, Cap killed him via Mjolnir and allowed the portal to close.

He and Wolverine were the only survivors of the adventure.

WAR OF THE WORTHY

Fear Itself (2011)

Fear Itself was a Captain America/Thor crossover idea that Marvel decided to turn into a full-on event. It was...there. The tie-ins were better than the main plot, honestly.

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The Red Skull’s daughter Sin came across a mystical hammer that transformed her into the deity Skadi. She helped unleash forgotten Asgardian god The Serpent, who in turn created seven hammers that would possess and empower those worthy of unleashing fear. They were Hulk, Juggernaut, Thing, Titania, Absorbing Man, Grey Gargoyle, and Attuma. Then Nazis in mechs started swarming Washington DC and the whole thing was a big mess.

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Around this time, Bucky Barnes was Captain America and the story partly existed to have Bucky fake his death and move the Cap identity back to Steve Rogers (and you thought Endgame treated the Bucky/Steve relationship poorly?). A lot of good it did for him, as The Serpent was able to shatter the shield with his bare hands.

To turn the tide, Tony Stark and Odin made some special weapons for the superheroes to wield. As for Cap, he simply found Mjolnir lying around on the battlefield and used it to go to town on Skadi. They hyped all this magic weapon stuff up like crazy in the adverts, but the whole thing was really background noise. The fight just kind of ended after Odin pulled away all the hammers and Skadi went back to being Sin.

THE MIRROR MATCH

Secret Empire (2017)

And then there’s this load. Nick Spencer did a lengthy story about Steve Rogers revealing he was really an agent of Hydra all along. Marvel was really adamant that it was really Steve Rogers and that he wasn’t being mind-controlled. Also, the company insisted that Captain America wasn’t a Nazi because Hydra weren’t Nazis. TOTALLY DIFFERENT THING. Because, you see...look over there!

Hydra Cap then turned out to be a version of Steve Rogers created by a little girl with reality-warping powers (sure), who was manipulated by Red Skull. Cap ended up taking over the US and shockingly beat up opposing superheroes via wielding Mjolnir. That too seemed to be a product of the reality-warping as the inscription/rules of the hammer were different and you had to be a bulky Hydra asshole to pick it up.

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By the end of the event, the little girl conjured the original version of Captain America to beat up his please-don’t-call-the-Nazi-a-Nazi doppelganger. When Hydra Cap went for the hammer out of desperation, it had already reverted back to normal and he wasn’t worthy enough to pick it up. Regular Cap picked it up and walloped his douchebag counterpart.

"Your ass will never be America's ass." (not actual dialogue)

Yeah, everyone knew that the status quo would return in the end, but the whole Hydra Cap business was as well-timed and tactful as showing off your chainsaw and hockey mask to your son, in the middle of the night, when Sideshow Bob is trying to kill him. It also killed the end of Gerry Duggan’s otherwise legendary Deadpool run, which I can never forgive.

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There’s only been five comic scenarios where we’ve seen Captain America wielding Mjolnir, so let’s just move those goalposts a little and talk about times when superheroes have kicked ass with the shield AND the hammer at the same time.

First up is Crusader from an issue of What If based on the original Secret Wars that showed what would have happened had all the heroes and villains been stranded on Battleworld for 25 years. While some died in that time, others got busy and we got a new generation of heroes and villains. One of which was Sarah Rogers, daughter of Cap and Rogue.

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No, the comic doesn’t answer the question of how that conception worked.

Even though her boyfriend Bravado was the son of Thor and Enchantress, it was Crusader who ended up being able to pick up the hammer and turn the tide against Vincent Von Doom. She also had stolen her dad’s shield from his closet when he wasn't looking, but that’s less impressive.

Then there’s Superman. The miniseries JLA/Avengers was the final crossover between Marvel and DC and it finished with a bang. Leading both hero teams into battle, Superman was entrusted with Captain America’s shield. During a pivotal moment, in order to break into the villain Krona’s stronghold, Thor threw Mjolnir to Superman. Superman caught it and smashed his way in.

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Later on, after the dust had cleared, Superman found himself no longer able to lift it. As Thor put it, Odin may be strict, but he knows when to cut you slack when times are desperate.

I have to imagine we’ll be seeing more Cap/Mjolnir moments going forward. Marvel really seems to enjoy having comics imitate movies that imitate comics. God, remember when Spider-Man 3 came out and comic Spider-Man just happened to start wearing black again?

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A Familiar Face (Doctor Strange x GN!Reader)

Title: A Familiar Face

Author: @fanfictionamerica

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader

Warnings: Mild violence, mild language

Word Count: 1,253

Tagline: No one tells you that having memories of your past life could be such a burden.

Soulmate AU: People are reincarnated soulmates, but only one of them remembers their past life + soulmates are rare.

A/N: This is for @loki-the-fox 's Halloween Marvel Writing Challenge. This fic happens after Doctor Strange but before Infinity War. The Doctor is the Sorcerer Supreme in this particular fic. This happens in the MCU, but soulmates occur in this specific universe (though they are rare). Hope you enjoy! P.S. There will be a second part eventually.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

It was a proverb very familiar to you throughout all of your life. Your parents, some of your friends, and even strangers always warned you of the danger of prying into things that weren't relevant to you or exploring places not meant for you.

That never stopped you, though, especially with the rejoinder, “But satisfaction brought it back.”

Despite some of the danger that came along with the curiosity, your mind always had an insatiable need for new knowledge and new experiences. After all, that need is what lead you to discovering your memories of past life and therein finding Kamar Taj and your soulmate.

“Daydreaming again, Y/N?” The stern, yet teasing voice of your friend drew you out of your thoughts.

“Mmm, more like reminiscing,” you replied, closing the book you had been attempting to read for the past hour. You weren't getting anywhere with it anyway.

Your friend stood a few feet away from you, browsing the shelf nearest you for another book. “Another memory of your past life came back, didn't it?”

Your fellow student of the mystic arts knew of your soulhuman status not one week into your training, in spite of the rarity of being one. Your spaciness in the middle of battle training signaled to them that something else was going on. When your friend confronted you about it, you told them the truth: that you were a Soul Human and that you'd been having more frequent flashbacks since you came to Kamar Taj.

“Yes, this time, I saw the first time I met my soulmate. Not a great first impression for either of us, let me tell ya.” You couldn't help but let out a little laugh at that.

“Sounds like your first meeting of Master Strange.” You could hear the smirk in their voice.

You scoffed, dismissing your friend's suggestion quickly. “I'm pretty sure almost everyone's first impression here at Kamar Taj of Strange wasn't that great.”

“Well damn, that was quite a mouthful, Y/N. You only do that when you want me to stop talking.” Your friend paused, scrutinizing your expression. “He's your soulmate, isn't he?”

“Oh, look at the time. I gotta go.” You got out of your seat and headed toward the exit, giving your comrade a guilty smile as you opened the door behind you.

They narrowed their eyes at you. “You coward. You just wanna avoid my question.”

You shrugged a shoulder, then said as you took a step back out the door, “You're not wrong. But you can't do anything about it.”

You stepped fully out of the library and let out a sigh of relief. “Fwoo, that was a close one. They almost got me there.”

The truth was, you knew that Stephen Strange was your soulmate. He may have not looked exactly the same as in your past life, but you could recognize those stark blue eyes of his anywhere. But you wouldn't readily admit that to anyone.

“Almost got you to do what, Y/N? I thought no one gets you to do anything you don't want to.”

You turned around and smiled at the Sorcerer Supreme. “You see, the key word in that sentence is 'almost.' They still didn't get me to do it.”

Strange rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance. “You're ridiculous.”

“Thank you, that's what I was going for!” A mischievous simper appeared on your face.

“If you're done trying to be funny, we have a lead on the time traveler that's been causing us trouble.” Despite the stern tone, you could tell that he was attempting to hide a smirk at your words.

“You should've just started with that. I would've stopped being funny earlier.”

Strange raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you done now?”

“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” you replied in an amused tone. “It's been a while since I've been on an adventure with the Sorcerer Supreme himself.”

“There's a reason for that, Master Y/N,” he quipped back at you, smirking at your exaggerated offended expression.

“How rude of you!” you cried as Stephen opened the library door and walked toward the room with the Sanctum portals. “I don't know if I can be friends with you anymore; I'm so hurt.”

“Come on now, Y/N,” he chided in a playful tone. “We all know that if you were really hurt, you wouldn't be jumping at the chance to go on a mission with me.”

“You know, I could just be following you because I'm bored and then my feelings about you wouldn't matter.”

Strange sighed. “You're not fooling anyone, Y/N. Once, you refused to go on a mission with another student because they'd hurt your friend.”

“…You got me there. Now let's go get that meddling time traveler before they escape.”

The Sorcerer Supreme didn't dignify your words with a response, knowing you two would keep bantering back and forth if he did. So he stepped through the portal to the New York Sanctum and didn't look back, knowing you were following close behind.

I'm telling you, Stephen, I feel like something's following me, you sent telepathically.

You felt an icy breeze tingle your neck, causing a shiver to traverse down your spine. Your paranoid mind almost thought it could be someone's (or something's) breath.

Stay calm, Y/N, you heard Stephen's voice send back. For all you know, it could be an animal or your mind playing tricks on you.

You took a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. I know, but doing missions in the dark always freaks me out.

You never liked being out in the dark, especially considering that it was a circumstance a lot like this one that got you killed in your past life.

A loud bang sounded behind you, causing you to jump on reflex, spin around, and summon a shield with your magic. Instead of running away like a "normal" person, you decided to investigate whatever made that noise.

Are you okay, Y/N? Stephen must have sensed your jolt of fear through the telepathic connection.

You didn't respond right away, edging closer to the source of the noise. The light of your magic revealed the perpetrator, standing there seemingly unaffected by the crashing noise they had just made.

“Well now I feel like an idiot,” you said aloud this time, disappointment and relief flooding your body.

Standing there on a trash can looking smug as all heck was a stray cat, yellow eyes glowing in the light of your shield.

It was an animal, wasn't it? You didn't have to see the doctor to know that he was judging you and having fun at your expense.

Yes, and now I feel-

All of a sudden, you felt a searing pain go through your neck, interrupting your thought. You made an attempt to yell but found you could no longer move any part of your body.

Now you feel what, Y/N? Y/N, are you alright?

You tried to send out a mental message back to Strange but found out (to your horror) that you couldn't do that, either.

Your body fell onto the ground of its own volition since you no longer had any control of it. You hit your head on the pavement below you, pain coursing through your body. Your eyes began feeling heavy. Your consciousness started fading away. But just before you lost control, you saw your own face staring down at you, a needle in hand and a sadistic grin on their face.

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Now That I See You (Bucky x Sorcerer!Reader) Part 3

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A few months had passed since the incident, and Bucky had been back to his old self for a while. He had insisted on helping you do literally everything for the week following because of how bad he felt about your wrist. Everyone had come home within the week following his breakdown, and Steve had asked you for a full debrief of what went down and he had spent an entire day in seclusion with Bucky, talking it over. Steve wouldn’t tell you what they talked about, insisting it was up to Bucky, and you respected that. All that Steve did say on the subject, however, was that Bucky is still wracked with guilt about injuring you, but that Steve doesn’t think he did it on purpose. (“Sometimes he gets into these…trances and he doesn’t always know what he’s doing.”) You had insisted that it was alright, you understood, you knew Bucky would never intentionally hurt you, etc.

About seven months after the incident, Doctor Strange had asked for you to come back to the sanctum to help with a new batch of recruits seeing as there were only 3 sorcerers left after the attacks lead by Kaecilius. You had agreed, and your leaving was bittersweet. You knew that it would be another few months, maybe a year or so, before you would come back for any real measurable period of time. The gang had gotten so used to you that they (mostly Steve) insisted on having dinner together to say goodbye. Wanda had made a giant pot of paprikash; Natasha made some pirozhki; Steve made a meatloaf and a pie; and Tony had ordered pizza and Chinese as backups. It was a real clusterfuck of a dinner spread, but it tickled you to see how much everyone enjoyed your company.

You had all eaten together around the briefing room table as the dining room table wasn’t big enough yet. You had all talked and laughed and told stories. Some of them asked you about the particulars of the sorcerer training and you told them some funny stories about Wong and Strange’s ridiculous interactions, about the Sorcerer Supreme before Strange took over, how she had stranded him on Everest to help his powers manifest, how she had been almost like a mother to you before she died. You had been crying a little without realizing, and Bucky, who was sitting beside you, had reached under the table and put his hand on your knee in sympathy. You smiled and wiped your eyes, moving on the conversation to what the fuck Tony and Bruce were doing that had blown the lab up again. You had put your hand on top of Bucky’s and squeezed it gently. He kept it there for a while past dinner.

As everyone was cleaning up, Bucky pulled you aside into a hallway. He was struggling for words, but eventually just held out a small gift bag to you, your favorite color.

You raised an eyebrow and smiled, taking it from him. “What’s this for?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and swallowed. “I um. Well. I wanted you to have something to remember me by while you’re away.”

You reached into the bag and pulled out a small ring box. You looked back at him, both eyebrows raised in surprise now. “Bucky, you aren’t proposing are you?”

His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and he shook his head. “No, nonononono that’s not, no.”

You laughed and shoved his shoulder gently. “Chill man, I’m kidding.” You looked down and opened the box then let out the tiniest of gasps. It was indeed a ring, but not an engagement ring. It looked like a class ring, but very old and worn down. The centerpiece was blue, the same blue as Bucky’s eyes, and you could just barely make out the words “United States Army” circling the stone. It was attached to a simple silver chain necklace.

Bucky swallowed. “It was um. It was my service ring. From the military. Steve had it. Said he found it after… after I fell. The chain broke and it must’ve fallen off during the fight on the train I guess.”

You were blushing now, holding the ring gingerly between your fingers. “Bucky, I… I can’t take this this is too much.”

You were reaching to give it back to him but he shook his head and shut your fist over it, holding your hand with both of his. “You’re one of my best friends, Y/N/N. You’ve become such a big part of my life. I want you to have it.”

You looked up at him, meeting his steely blue gaze with your own before you smiled softly. You turned around and pulled your hair to the side, holding the chain out to him. He stepped close to you, close enough you could feel his body heat, and he reached around you to clasp the necklace around your neck. He lingered a moment longer than necessary before stepping back, and you looked down at the ring settled against your chest. You smiled up at him and stepped into him, wrapping your arms around him. “I’ll treasure it forever,” you whispered.

He hugged you tightly, resting his head on yours for a moment.

In the hallway beside you, a portal crackled open and you groaned, seeing Doctor Strange stepping through. “Y/N it’s nearly time for introductions. Hurry up.”

You rolled your eyes and shooed him away before looking up at Bucky. A big part of you wanted to kiss him and profess your love, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, especially before he had time to respond. Instead, you stretched up on your toes and pressed your lips to his cheek and hugged him again, quickly, tightly. You pulled back and stepped backwards towards the portal, smiling at him. “I’ll call you like every day. You’re not even gonna have time to miss my ass. It’ll be like I never left.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms across his chest. “I’m sure it won’t,” he said.

You laughed and then yelled out a quick goodbye to everyone else, not even sure who was within earshot. You would text them all later. And then you stepped through the portal and waved goodbye one last time, and then closed it.

Xxx

You had kept your word. You called Bucky almost every single day, and on the days you didn’t, he called you. You had worn his ring over your heart every day, not even taking it off to sleep or shower. In some weird way, it felt like he had almost claimed you as his girlfriend, and the thought made you giggle like a teenager. Of course this wasn’t the case, but you couldn’t help but wonder. After all, back in his day, giving your girl your class ring meant you were going steady or some shit like that. But you digress.

The months were long and boring. You actually didn’t have much time to pop home to see everyone after all. These new recruits were just all over the place. Some were gifted as shit like you and Strange, and others were also terrible as shit, like Strange. Wong wasn’t any help, either, spending nearly all his time in the library instead of out on the grounds teaching. Before Kaecilius’s rebellion, it took about 1 master to every 2 students to teach them properly, but you and Strange were all that was left. It was rough, to say the least, but you were making progress. The students had gone beyond portals and defense and were now in their battle training, nearing the end. In just one or two more weeks, they would be ready to go off on their own and study independently on whatever they wanted and be able to grow and develop into masters so more recruits could be trained. You knew a few of them would become healers, two or three of them had shown great interest in defensive illusion, and the rest, who knew? You certainly didn’t, but the end was in sight and you were rejoicing. You could go home soon. Home to your own bed. To your own shit. To Bucky.

The closer it got to “graduation” (really it was just everybody going out to get shitfaced together to celebrate the communal progression beyond mediocrity,) the less you were able to focus. It had now been 7 weeks since you had last physically seen Bucky, and even that was only for like two hours before you had to call it a night and come back to Kamar-Taj to sleep before lessons. And you missed him. You missed him like crazy. Strange knew, of course. You were really close to him and to Wong. They were like annoying-ass brothers to you. Strange had noticed the ring and asked about it almost the second you were through the portal, and once you admitted that Bucky had given it to you, that was all he could talk about. He liked to tease you about it, but you mostly quipped back about Christine and he would just roll his eyes and change the topic. Wong was mostly just happy you found someone to love, but worried Bucky didn’t love you back. He didn’t say it like that, of course, mostly what he said were along the lines of “don’t marry yourself to him before he’s even said he likes you,” and while you understood and even agreed with what Wong said, you couldn’t bring yourself to ‘divorce’ the idea of Bucky. For you, for now, he was the one. And the one almost got you killed.

One of your students was a prodigy, Felton. You’d never seen anything like it. He had come to Kamar-Taj with the abilities of a student who had been training for years, but refused to talk about his past. Even the doc couldn’t get a read on him, and for a Sorcerer Supreme, that meant something. The doc had insisted on training him directly because it was obvious this student scared you, although you didn’t know why. Something about his aura was dark, threatening to you, but he had done nothing directly wrong and was obviously gifted, so he was allowed to stay.

There had been an incident in the Hong Kong sanctum. Strange had left to take care of it, leaving you and Wong alone with the students. Wong actually came out of his hole in the library to help you, and he took the weaker students because you were getting frustrated. Something was different this day. There was something in the air that made you highly uncomfortable, and underneath this discomfort, you were thinking of home. It was just a few days now before you could return. You had been training the higher-skilled students on some forms of defensive weapons, training them how to find what weapon felt right to them and how to use it best to their abilities. You had demonstrated your daggers to them, explaining that your preference for close-up fighting was the reason behind them instead of, say, a whip. You had asked them all to meditate upon themselves, to look inside to see what kind of fighter they were, if they were defensive, offensive, protective, far-ranged, close-ranged, etc., and to try to picture the weapon that felt most correct to them. You had had some real weapons laid out for them to use as inspiration if they needed it. Some chose swords, some shields, some a bow and arrow, but Felton had chosen nothing. You decided to let the others go off and train against each other to get used to their new choices, make sure it was right, that it suited them. You had approached Felton as he meditated, your hands behind your back, and raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never known you to hesitate before.”

Felton smirked, his eyes still closed. “I’m just trying to be absolutely sure,” he whispered.

You suppressed an involuntary shiver and cleared your throat. “Is there anything I can help you with?” You tried your best to keep your voice steady, to hide the apprehension building up in you.

“No, thank you.” He opened one eye and looked up at you, his smirk widening. “I’ve almost decided.”

You nodded once and then turned on your heel to go observe the other students. A few minutes passed and you were leaning against a pillar, arms folded across your chest, watching them fight but not really seeing. Instead, your fingers brushed against Bucky’s ring and you were barely smiling, imagining the feeling of his embrace. Wong and his students filed past, and he gave you a quick pat on the shoulder and a smile before heading in. They must’ve been done for the day, or at least heading down to the library for some other form of lesson. You turned back to your students and called for one of them to correct his stance before you let yourself zone out again.

Just as you were trying to recall his smell, a slab of metal flew past your head. You squealed and turned to see what had happened, only to see Felton there, grinning wickedly. In his hands were some of the weapons you had brought out, mostly daggers, with a mace tucked into his belt. You frowned, conjuring your daggers to you. “What’s the meaning of this?”

He let out a singular chuckle before he hurled another dagger towards you, this time aiming for your face. You managed to cast it away, but once you had, Felton was on you, tackling you down the hill behind you, far away from your students. You tumbled seemingly endlessly before you hit the bottom, letting out a groan as the breath was knocked out of you. And then you were in the air, Felton’s hand around your throat. He was grinning at you, his eyes alight with insanity. “Where is he?” he breathed.

You glowered back down at him and moved your hands as if to conjure a weapon but instead kicked him in the chest. He let out a grunt and you used his confusion to flip away from him, landing on both feet, daggers drawn again. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

He chuckled slowly, lowly, and then slowly raised his hand. Dangling from his fingers was your necklace, Bucky’s ring hanging heavily. You instinctively reached up to your neck and fury welled within you at its absence. “Oh, I believe you do.”

You let out a yell and lunged at him, moving to strike him in the side, but he swept away. “Where is he?” he said again, taunting, wagging the necklace in your face in a boast. You scowled and lunged at him again, and this time he fought back.

The two of you were head to head for what felt like eons before you finally managed to land a hit, although only grazing his cheek. “WHO ARE YOU?” you screamed between movements.

He only grinned, parrying your thrusts evenly, but also equally unable to land a hit.

The fight dragged on until the sun began to set before he found an opening. He had drawn you onto an old fighting ground, now overgrown with vines and other fauna. As you were coming at him, he managed to sweep his feet so that he caught a vine and tripped you, and he was on you in seconds, he had you pinned, straddling your waist, one hand and one knee holding your hands down, the other hand holding a very real dagger to your neck. “Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”

You said nothing, glaring back at him. After a minute, he pressed the blade into your flesh, enough to draw a single drop of blood, and still you said nothing. Instead, you spit in his face. Overcome with rage, Felton punched you, once, hard, right in the nose. It was definitely broken, blood pouring down back towards your ears. You spat blood to the side, and only smirked back up at him. “I’ll die before I tell you,” you whispered.

He smirked and withdrew the dagger from your neck. “I can arrange that,” he growled menacingly.

He drew the blade in the air and grinned at you like something out of a bad anime where his eyes were literally glowing with insanity, and just as he brought the blade down into your chest, so too did a blade fly into his neck, throwing him off of you. You could barely see beyond the pain, but you turned your head to see who had saved you. Strange was running towards you, sliding to kneel beside you. He screamed back up the hill for Wong who quickly came to see what was up. When he saw you lying there, he practically jumped down the side of the hill to help.

Strange opened a portal to what looked like…a cleaning closet? and then scooped you up in his arms, careful not to move the dagger. You were beginning to black out, now, darkness creeping on the edges of your vision. Your head fell back to dangle and you saw Wong huddled over Felton’s body, making sure he was dead just before the portal closed.

Strange barreled through the door and started running down the hall shouting, “CHRISTINE!!!”

A young woman in scrubs came running and opened a door to a sparse operating room where Strange placed you on the table. They were talking, but you couldn’t hear what was being said. Your eyes were growing heavy, and just as Strange was placing EKG monitors on your chest, you lost the fight and were sucked under into darkness.

Xxx

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years

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Call Me Doctor One More Time

Dr. Strange x Reader Fic Request

Anon request. Hope it’s what you were looking for.

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader | Word Count: 2377 Warnings: Swearing, fighting, smexy (not really smut but enough for a warning)

You were still getting used to the New York Sanctum. It wasn’t quite home yet, but it would come. The peace of the place soothed your soul in a way you’d never known any other sanctuary to. Perhaps it was the quiet, the nearly empty halls.

It was only you and Stephen Strange who currently lived there, the once doctor keeping mostly to himself. He ghosted around the place, continuously face down in a book. The most he ever spoke to you was a demand for this book or that article, tea or food, an arrogance about him that, while likely earned, rubbed you the wrong way.

You weren’t his servant, no matter how powerful he was. The Cloak of Levitation may have chosen him, the Eye of Agamotto hung around his neck, and one day he would become the Sorcerer Supreme, but he wasn’t there yet.

Besides, you had your own relic, one that had chosen you before you’d left the Hong Kong Sanctum, but he hadn’t even asked you questions about yourself when you’d arrived as his backup, just assumed you were there to see to his every whim.

If he weren’t so damn handsome, you’d likely have kicked his ass through a portal or locked him in the Mirror Dimension without a sling ring just to teach him a lesson. As it was, that more than his mystic arts and power kept your tongue silent when he barked another order at you.

He was, simply put, the most intensely masculine man you’d ever met. If he weren’t so aggravating, you would have been wholly inclined to jump his most pleasing bones. But he was a big, annoying, frustrating, pain in the ass the majority of the time, no matter how kissable his lips, or sexy his eyes.

Today, however, was the last straw. You’d dressed in casual clothing, heading out for the evening to meet friends and have dinner, friends it had taken you months to make in this new city, in this new life, only to have himself tell you he expected dinner promptly at five. He hadn’t even looked up from his newest choice of reading material, leaving you standing there in shock.

“No.”

That finally grabbed his attention enough to have him stopping. Turning back, he blinked at you, clearly surprised by your normal clothing. “Excuse me?”

“I said no, Dr. Strange. I am not your servant, no matter how often you treat me as such.” Lifting your chin, you glared down your nose at him before turning toward the door.

“Now wait just one damn minute,” he muttered, his book closing with a snap.

Ignoring him, you let your heels click in a satisfying staccato beat across the tiles. The crackle of his magic preceded the whips of red which wrapped around your waist. Throwing your hands up, shields of red appeared at the end of your fists which you used to slice free of his threads. “Do not trifle with me, doctor. I am not in the mood to kowtow to yours any longer.”

“I am not moody,” he said, voice full of indignation.

Dismissing your shields, you scoffed at him, hands going to your hips. “What would you call it? I’ve spent three months waiting on you hand and foot without so much as a thank you! You haven’t asked me a thing about myself, have no desire to get to know me in the slightest when Wong himself sent me to help you. You’re self-centred, conceited, arrogant, and a right pain in my ass!”

“Well, don’t sugar coat it, sweetheart,” he grumbled, dropping the book on a nearby table.

“Oh, I won’t, doctor.” Turning on your heel, you made three more steps before the air in front of you cracked. Staring agape at the wall of the Mirror Dimension, you growled out, “You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

“Such language.”

You didn’t even have to look to know there would be a smug, condescending smile on his face. “That tears it.” Turning back, you reached for the item tucked at your back. Pulling it free, you watched his eyes widen in surprise.

“You know, little girls really shouldn’t play with such powerful weapons.”

Flicking your wrist out, you let the bow elongate. “And little boys shouldn’t pull pigtails on girls they know nothing about!”

“The Bow of Apollon chose you? You to be its master?”

“It did.” Striding forward, you stalked him across the room, the golden bow, sans arrow of course - you had no desire to blow the building sky high - hummed and glowed brightly in your hand. “Levi, be a dear and let me kick your partner’s ass?” you said to Stephen’s cloak.

The look of utter amazement on his face when said cloak lifted from his shoulders and floated out of reach set you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“How the hell…?” he muttered, staring up at the red fabric floating well out of reach.

“You’d be surprised what a little care and grooming does for a relic. Levi there,” you motioned towards the pretty cloak, “was looking a little shabby one evening when you were off being snooty.”

“I am not snooty!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. I gave Levi a brushing, pressed his collars, and cleaned whatever it was that had stained his hem.”

“And for that it-he, my cloak now takes direction from you?”

“Well, he thinks you’ve been quite the dick these last months, too. Don’t you, Levi?” you smiled up at the hovering relic, watching as the corners came up, crossed like arms, the collar tilting up and down as if nodding.

“You have got to be messing with me!”

Using his distraction to your advantage, you swept the feet out from under him with the end of your bow. He landed on his back with a crash, the ground shattering with his landing. Setting the tip of your bow against his throat, you stood over him, brow arched as he gaped up at you. “I may have been sent by Wong, I may have played this game with you for the last few months, but no more. You may be talented, doctor, but I have my own talents. Ones you’ve done nothing to discover.” Tapping his chin, you cocked your head and peered down into piercing blue-green eyes. “Now, if you’d be so kind as to let me out, I will be on my way.”

“If you’d let me up, I’d oblige you.” He motioned toward your bow.

Shifting it to the other hand, you held yours out to assist him to his feet. Hauling him up, you should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. He spun you around, pinned you to his chest, slamming his arms around you.

“Oh, doctor,” you gasped, causing him to freeze. “Had I only know you felt this way.” Smiling over your shoulder, you drove your stiletto into the top of his foot, spinning away when he swore and released you.

“That hurt damn it!” he bellowed.

You snickered, swinging your bow into a defensive position. “I can hurt you a lot more, doctor, if you continue to be so rude.”

His hand twisted before him, magic swelling as he drew on the mystic bolts of power. The whip flicked toward you, and you slapped it away, a shield forming again on your arm. Circling each other, you ignored the shifting of the mirror dimension, the way the floor rotated beneath your feet.

“This is quite fun, but I really must be going. Do be a good boy and let me out.” It really did serve you right for leaving your sling ring behind, but how were you to know he was going to get all petulant.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You started this song and dance, the least you can do is finish it.” There was a distinct edge to the words, a light in his eyes, and a lit to his voice which you’d not heard before.

“You couldn’t handle me on your best day, doctor.” Chin up, you glared down your nose.

“How haughty of you,” he sneered.

“At least I’m not moody,” you quipped back.

“Stop saying that! I have not been moody!”

“Oh, but doctor, you have been ever so moody.”

“Call me doctor one more time,” he growled.

“And what? You’ll teach me a lesson? I think not… doctor.”

He leapt at you, the skill of his martial arts on par with his magic. But you were no slouch either, even in three-inch stilettos, and blocked each blow with bow or shield. Again you brought the bow to bear, slamming it into his ribs with enough force to make him grunt. With a slight snicker, you dropped low, took his feet from under him a second time in a tremendous crash. Pressing your shoe to his chest, you smiled down at him while twirling the stolen sling ring around your finger.

“Are we quite through now? I’m going to be late for dinner.”

The glare he bestowed upon you only made you grin wider. “I demand a rematch!”

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself further?”

The mirror dimension rotated on its axis, and you tumbled backward, falling on your ass in a less than graceful move. Rolling over, you crouched, bow out for balance as everything shifted and rocked when he pounded his fist into the floor.

“A second ring, doctor. How very tricky of you.”

“Well, they have a habit of getting stolen,” he grumbled, getting back to his feet. “I must admit, you’re a rather impressive opponent for someone in a tight dress and heels.”

“I wish I could say the same, but I’m afraid our relationship doesn’t run to me seeing you in heels,” you simpered.

A smirk tugged his lips, turning into a hearty chuckle. The sound did very uncomfortable things to your insides for it was one you’d not heard before and was unfairly sexy.

“Funny,” he smirked.

The mirror dimension shattered around you, falling away to release you back to the outside world. “I’ll have to ask for a rain check on that next battle, doctor.” Giving him a cheeky salute, you headed for the door, the bow in your hand shortening as you tucked it away.

This time it was not whips of power which wrapped your waist and drew you back, but arms of steel and hands of iron binding you to his chest. “I think it would be prudent if you had dinner here, with me, instead.”

Glancing back at him, shock filled you to find his gaze heated. “And why would I want to do that?”

“Because it seems I have been unconscionably rude. A woman of such skill should be appreciated in full, not ignored by the man she’s living with.”

You snorted your disdain. “I am not living with you. I simply live here.”

“Here happens to be my home. A home I share with a beautiful woman who, I freely admit, may have… disconcerted me enough to revert to old habits when I was… uncertain how to speak to her.”

“Excuse me?” you gasped, gaping at him again.

“Wong said he was sending someone to assist me. I assumed he meant someone like him, not a startling beauty for whom I found myself tongue-tied.”

“Yes, you seemed tongue-tied when upon our first meeting, a meeting I was very much looking forward to, you sent me off to the kitchen to fetch you a coffee!”

“It was all I could think of to keep from stuttering like a fool!”

“What’s your excuse for the last three months!?”

“It became a habit!” he bellowed, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall. “I couldn’t seem to talk to you without wanting to babble, and after every other disastrous relationship I’ve had, I didn’t want to make things awkward!”

“Well, well done, doctor! You did that anyway!”

“I know!” he barked.

His eyes darted from yours to your lips, and his mouth soon followed. It was all pent up rage and aggression, a kiss meant to reprimand as much as arouse. It annoyed you when it worked. Tearing your mouth away, you thrust your hands into his hair, the silver temples far too enticing for their own good. He was a handsome silver fox who, apparently, liked you as well, just sucked at showing it.

“I still think you’re an ass,” you said, dragging his head down, returning his bruising kiss for one of your own.

He jerked his head up, panting, hands creeping down to grip your thighs. “Takes one to know one.” The world shifted as he took you from the wall to his room and dropped you on his bed with minimal effort both physically and magically.

“Show off!” you huffed, shaking your head.

“Sweetheart,” he grinned as he worked to shed his clothes. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

***

Hours later when you were still tied out across his bed, wrist and ankles caught in webs of magic you had no hope of escaping from as he edged you toward oblivion, he smirked from where he hovered at your side.

Hair a mass of sweat slicked curls, green bands of magic wrapped his arm as he held you frozen on the cusp of release, time stopped for his amusement as he asked you softly, “Still think I’m an ass?”

“A little,” you moaned when his calloused hand drifted down your torso.

Chuckling, he rose over you, bodies skimming lightly together. “Admit it. You like it and me.”

“I’d like you more if you turned that off and let me come,” you nodded toward the bands on his arm.

“Hm,” he smiled. “But I’m having so much fun.”

“Stephen,” you sighed, body humming and skin tingling.

“Call me doctor… one more time,” he whispered, settling between your thighs.

“Doctor…” you crooned as the magic shattered and he pressed deep.

His lips found yours, kissed you breathless as he drove you toward the crest he’d denied for hours. When it finally broke like a wave upon the shore, you cried out his name and floated in the euphoria.

Maybe the doctor wasn’t such an ass after all.

- The End -

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eddycurrents · 6 years

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The Shadow #4 reveals what Luisa has been up to, as the Shadow himself comes to grips with his actions having become the inspiration for others. It’s an interesting way to deal with legacy and the impact that his vigilantism has had on society.

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Sherlock Frankenstein and the Legion of Evil #2 again spotlights why David Rubín should be a household name. His designs and art are just incredible. This issue focuses on Cthu-Lou, a small time crook with an octopus head that just wanted to be an ordinary plumber.

| Published by Dark Horse

Star Wars #39 continues to fold Rogue One into the broader Rebellion-era, while also showing to Luke the coal face of war and its cost in a way that a scruffy moisture farmer from Tatooine wouldn’t have understood before.

| Published by Marvel

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Universe #16 begins a new Ticeraton story as the main feature, giving readers a bit of backstory on their history in Dimension X under the heel of the Utroms. There’s also a cute back up of the “Triceratots” training from Erika Anderson and Michael Dialynas. It’s really nice to see Dialynas back doing some Turtles work.

| Published by IDW

Underwinter: A Field of Feathers #2 is a little more straightforward than the first issue, giving a more concrete explanation as to what’s going on, even as we’re still treated to impressionist art and somewhat abstract poetry. This is some really great stuff.

| Published by Image

Void Trip #1 is basically the Zaks and Edsel bits from Heavy Metal’s “So Beautiful and So Dangerous” mixed with Cheech & Chong. It’s rather humorous as Ana attempts to justify her hippie lifestyle as she and Gabe search for Euphoria. The artwork from Plaid Klaus is amazing.

| Published by Image

X-O Manowar #9 shows Aric that liberating a planet and achieving victory isn’t as easy as just one battle and the death of an emperor. Clayton Crain’s art again is more than worth the price of admission alone.

| Published by Valiant

Other Highlights: All New Wolverine #27, Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows #13, Bankshot #4, Big Trouble in Little China: Old Man Jack #4, Black Panther #167, Cable #151, Captain Marvel #126, Clue #6, Dept. H #20, Doomsters Monolithic Pocket Alphabet, Eleanor & The Egret #5, Elephantmen #79, Forlorn Funnies #1, Gasolina #3, Genius: Cartel #4, Ghost Station Zero #4, Glitterbomb: The Fame Game #3, The Hard Place #4, Invader Zim #25, Invincible Iron Man #594, James Bond: Solstice, Luke Cage #167, Jimmy’s Bastards #5, Lumberjanes #44, Maxwell’s Demons #1, Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers #21, Monsters Unleashed #8, Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur #26, Riverdale #8, Royals #11, Saucer State #5, Silver Sable & The Wild Pack #36, Spider-Man vs. Deadpool #24, Thanos #13, TMNT/Ghostbusters 2 #4, Tomb Raider: Survivor’s Crusade #1, Turok #4, The Unsound #6, Warframe #2, Wayward #25, Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse - Mr. Wormwood Goes to Washington #3

Recommended Collections: All-New Guardians of the Galaxy - Volume 1: Communication Breakdown, Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again, Doctor Strange & The Sorcerers Supreme - Volume 2: Time After Time, Eternal Empire - Volume 1, I Am Groot, Nick Fury: Deep Cover Capers, Star Wars: Darth Vader - Volume 1: Imperial March, Ultimates 2 - Volume 2: Eternity War, Winnebago Graveyard, X-Men Blue - Volume 2

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Box Office: ‘Thor: Ragnarok’ Is Marvel’s Most Risk-Free Movie

We are now one month out from the release of Thor: Ragnarok ― well, the domestic release, anyway. The 17th film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe opens on Nov. 3 in North America, but it’ll start its overseas roll-out (as does every MCU movie) in advance of its domestic debut. In this case, we’re two and a half weeks away.

Obviously, I haven’t seen the film quite yet and have no idea about its quality. It’s no secret that I’ve adored the trailers, both in terms of its 1980s video game/Star Wars rip-off visuals and its quirky humor, although once again I must remind you that both prior Thor films were pretty funny as well. It occurred to me that this 17th movie, eight and a half years into this gonzo MCU enterprise, is arguably the least risky movie ever in the MCU.

By that, I mean essentially nothing is at stake, and there’s nothing to prove with the Taika Waititi-directed fantasy adventure movie. Putting aside the whole “It’s probably going to do just fine!” argument for a moment, this is the first time, at least since The Incredible Hulk, that a new MCU movie hasn’t been, if not “risky,” then at least in the position of proving that X, Y or Z could bring about an MCU hit. From Iron Man to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, there was almost always some burning question to be answered by the film’s financial reception. But this time out? Yeah, Thor: Ragnarok could pull a Good Dinosaur, and it really wouldn’t mean a damn thing. Let’s dive in, shall we?

First, this is apparently the third and final chapter of the stand-alone Thor movies. So, if this one underperforms, then I suppose the non-existent Thor 4 is in immediate peril. Second, we already know that Marvel movies can do big business outside of the summer season (Thor: The Dark World, Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Doctor Strange). Third, this third Thor movie isn’t really trying to prove anything whatsoever in terms of the MCU. It’s not trying to prove that Thor can play in the A-level MCU sandbox because Thor: The Dark World already did that. It’s not trying to prove that MCU fans and general moviegoers will go for far-flung fantasy because Guardians of the Galaxy proved that with flying colors.

If I may do a stroll down memory lane, Paramount/Viacom Inc.’s Iron Man proved the feasibility of the whole enterprise right from the get-go, while Universal’s Incredible Hulk, by doing about as well as Hulk five years earlier, made a slight case for the value of the MCU brand when there barely was such a thing. Iron Man 2 made more worldwide than Iron Man, proving that it was no fluke, while Thor showed (with a then-huge $449 million worldwide) that the MCU could get general audiences into a fantasy actioner based around Norse mythology, anchored by relative unknowns like Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston no less. And Captain America: The First Avenger showed that overseas audiences (and cynical domestic ones) would embrace a character named Captain America.

You don’t need me to explain what Walt Disney’s The Avengers proved, even if it sent Hollywood on a five-year wild goose chase trying to replicate the whole cinematic universe thing. Iron Man 3 made almost as much as The Avengers worldwide and proved that the MCU got a huge shot in the arm from The Avengers. Thor: The Dark World and Captain America: The Winter Soldier proved that they didn’t need a summer release date for a big hit, while the latter offered evidence of A) Steve Rogers popularity beyond the mere $371 million global gross of The First Avenger, B) the added value of Black Widow as a supporting character and C) the ability to wedge these films into specific genres as a way to differentiate them.

Guardians of the Galaxy was a kind of “We can do anything we want!” triumph, which is why it’s a shame that we’re only getting our first minority-led superhero movie in early 2018 and our first female-led one in early 2019. But I digress, James Gunn’s allegedly risky outer-space adventure, based on characters that even somewhat hardcore comic fans have little knowledge of, proved that Marvel was in itself a brand, like Pixar, and that the biggest marketing draw for an MCU movie was that it was an MCU movie. That came in handy the next year with Ant-Man, as Edgar Wright’s surprising departure and the character’s B (at best) status still yielded and leggy and kid-friendly $519 million hit on a mere $130m budget.

Skipping back two months, while some may have carped when Avengers: Age of Ultron “only” made $458 million domestic (down from Avengers’ $623m) and “only” $1.4 billion worldwide (versus $1.5b for The Avengers), the film (still Marvel’s biggest overseas grosser) showed very little signs of slowdown. And a year later, Captain America: Civil War did almost identical business, give or take, to Iron Man 3 and Avengers: Age of Ultron. Whether or not the surefire hit had anything to prove, it was a case in introducing new heroes for future franchises, as we met Black Panther and Spider-Man during the Steve versus Tony moral showdown. If nothing else, it showed the consistency of the “mythology episode” MCU May summer kick-off movies.

5.5 years after The First Avenger and 1.5 years after Ant-Man, Doctor Strange showed that the MCU could still introduce a major new superhero, as the Sorcerer Supreme movie pulled in Phase 2/Phase 3-level bucks ($678 million) despite being closer in spirit to the Phase One origin story movies (that’s not a criticism, I would argue Wonder Woman plays like a Phase One MCU movie and The First Avenger remains my favorite MCU film). And then, just a few months ago, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 showed that James Gunn’s franchise could potentially be the new ringleaders of the MCU after Tony Stark presumably steps down from that role in two years, while also proving that an MCU movie without Iron Man could top $800m worldwide.

With $878 million worldwide and counting, Sony’s Spider-Man: Homecoming proved that A) Spidey was still an A-level property and B) putting him into the MCU indeed increased his value, again showing that the best marketing hook for an MCU movie was that it was an MCU movie. It also showed that Marvel could play nice with others. And through it all, there has been a relatively consistent drumbeat, not unlike Pixar, over the notion that THIS TIME, the movie wasn’t going to work for one reason or another. Thor was too mythical/obtuse for audiences, Captain America wouldn’t play overseas, Ant-Man was too small and too troubled, Guardians of the Galaxy was just too out there, etc., etc. And, thus far, they have essentially batted 1.00.

That’s what makes Thor: Ragnarok somewhat unique. Regardless of whether it’s any good or not (and lord knows I’ve been a nitpicky grouch for the last 2.5 years), the Chris Hemsworth/Tom Hiddleston/Cate Blanchett/Mark Ruffalo/Tessa Thompson/Jeff Goldblum actioner has absolutely nothing to prove and essentially nothing at stake. If by some fluke it flops, it won’t do any damage beyond its own arguably finished franchise, while giving the MCU a “my first kill” theatrical flop. We know that November MCU releases can work, that far-flung MCU fantasy is commercial and that Thor, Loki and Hulk are popular characters. They can get back to “proving” themselves with Black Panther and Captain Marvel. Thor: Ragnarok is essentially a freebie.

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Donald Pierce x Reader

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Summary: You were sent to bring children from the Transigen to Eden, but they weren’t alone

It's been five years since your mother died. Your parents were great people, they created Eden with other powerful mutants to give a safe place for mutants to live. Your mother was Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina also known as Magik, she was the sorceress supreme and your father was Remy LeBeau, the Gambit. As your mother died it became your responsibility to take care of Eden. There were no older mutants, they died in the last attack. After the attack, you relocated the Eden in another dimension.

With the position that you took over as a sorcerer supreme, you had to make safe passages for mutants from all around the world. But at least you weren't alone, just before your father died seven years ago you met Pamela Douglas, Liana Fisher and Samuel Zachery Guthrie also known as Sundragon, Mortar, and Cannonball. They would take care of everything in Eden, giving you time to meet and help every mutant that comes to settle. Eden wasn't a special place, heaven or something like that. It was an isolated property with a house four times bigger than Xavier's school, which you visited two times when you were a kid. There are not many mutants in Eden, the exact number would be 178 people, of which around 70 percent is children and five percent are all across the world searching for survived mutants.

It's been a year since a new mutant was brought here. The thought that these 178 people were only mutants that were still alive made you angry. You couldn't search for mutants because there was nobody with tracking mutations, but there was one with telepathy. She was still just a child barely fourteen years old. Her parents were murdered in front of her and if Liana came just a minute later, so would be the girl too.

˝Y/N, are you going to try today? ˝ Liana sat across from you chewing pizza.

˝I don't know. ˝You shrugged with your shoulders, looking at your plate.

˝You should. ˝Sam said, putting his arm around you.

˝Sammy, the last time when I tried it the whole house was left without the electricity. ˝ You had a few more abilities being a sorcerer you could open the gates to everywhere just as to the world of dead.

˝I know that's been hard for you. But it... ˝ Sam squeezed your shoulder, smiling at you.

˝But I can't. ˝ You were playing with your fingers when you heard Pamela's voice.

˝She decided to go out without us. ˝ Pamela sat next to you, not caring about your previous conversation.

˝What? ˝ Liana and Sam asked in unison.

˝You can't go with me anymore, it was dangerous to put mutants to guard the passage. Also, the last time when we went through we lost three of our brothers. I can't lose you three, I can't lose anyone else. ˝ You said looking at your friends.

˝Why would you leave now? ˝ Laiana asked, moving her gray strand from here eyes.

˝I was asked to, by my old friend. ˝ You smiled sadly at the memories you shared with said person.

˝Did you... God, you are stupid Y/N/N.. ˝Pamela was saying giving you her death stare.

˝He needs help. ˝

˝He is dead. You can't trust dead. ˝ Pamela was more familiar with your powers than others because her powers were also as someone would say mystical as yours.

˝You can speak to dead? ˝ The blond man asked and you slowly nodded avoiding his gaze.

˝You lied? ˝Liana asked, leaning closer to you.

˝If I've told you what I was doing you would tell me I'm crazy. I succeeded in opening the gates to the world of the dead, but everything went wrong when I asked my mother to come back. ˝

˝Can you bring them back? That's amazing... ˝

˝No! ˝ You interrupted Sam. ˝There is no place for the dead among the living. ˝ You stood up when Pamela grabbed your hand.

¨Who was it? ˝

You swallowed the lump in your truth. ˝Charles Xavier. ˝

˝God, no. ˝ Pamela couldn't control her tears. She spent some time at his school and she connected with him. She falls to her knees and you knelt beside her. ˝I'll go, for him. ˝She said through her tears and you hugged her whispering. ˝Alright. ˝

Pamela, Sam and you went through the passage you created. The air was thick and dusty and Pamela starts sneezing.

˝When will they be here? ˝ Pamela asked, sitting on the dirt.

˝Two hours. ˝ You said sitting next to her. Traveling through dimensions was tricky, so you always tend to come earlier.

˝So now we wait? ˝

˝Yes Sam, now we wait. ˝

And you did wait for two hours when you heard a van approaching. The car door opened and a girl around eleven years old stepped out from the driver's seat. She looked angry because Pamela, Sam and you were standing in the middle of the road blocking her way. Silver blades were slowly moving from between her knuckles and you spoke coming closer.

˝Laura, I'm here to help you. ˝ You stepped a little closer and she was still hostile.

˝You're lying! ˝

˝Charles sent me. ˝

Her face softened a little and just a second later the anger came back. Two more kids stepped out and you didn't pay attention to them knowing that they will listen to Laura.

˝Your father knows I'm here. ˝

˝They are dead! ˝ She ran at you and you quickly pulled her hand behind her back holding her tightly. The kids were ready to attack. The sword on your hip glowed a little and the kids stayed back. You let go of Laura kneeling in front of her.

˝Laura. I'm like you. We... ˝ You gestured towards your friends. ˝We are like you. Charles and Logan sent me here. I know that they are dead. I speak with the dead. ˝

˝You're lying. ˝ One boy said and then Pamela created a little energy ball sending it into the air.

˝We were sent here to take you all to Eden. ˝

Laura smiled at your words. She was so exhausted and her friends too. She just wanted to be safe with her friends. With the movements of your fingers the yellow light appeared and in the circle, you could see Eden. Kids came from the van, but they weren't alone.

˝We have company˝ Pamela said, looking at the blond haired man. You moved your eyes towards him and you took a deep breath.

˝Did he kill.. ˝Pamela started saying and Laura nodded. Pamela got mad and she walked past you, grabbing your sword and coming closer to the man. She didn't want to use her powers so that she wouldn't hurt kids because she was really powerful and sometimes her powers were too much to handle. Just as he was ready to cut his head off you apart from another passage grabbing the blade with your bare hand. You know that it wouldn't hurt you it was the Soulsword and you rarely used him, but after your mother passed away you inherit it and you never left Eden without it. The man was shocked, but he couldn't say anything because they taped his mouth.

˝Pam, take the kids. ˝ Pamela did as you said and she and kids except Laura left. Sam came closer to you with Laura.

˝Who is he? ˝ You asked the kid.

˝He tortured us. ˝

You moved the tape from his mouth, studying his face.

˝Why would you do that? ˝ You asked, putting your sword back in the covers.

˝It's my job. ˝ His accent was thick and he stared at you.

˝No, it's not. ˝You stated, turning to Lura. ˝Sweety, go, your friends are waiting for you. ˝

˝Thank you. ˝She said quietly hugging you. You hugged her back and she quickly left to Eden.

˝You are lying. You enjoyed it. ˝

He scoffed at your statement.

˝We should teach him a lesson. ˝Sam spoke from behind you.

˝Are you really gonna listen to your boyfriend? ˝ He rolled his eyes trying to remove the restraints.

˝No, Sammy I have a better idea. ˝ You smirked at the man pushing him through the passage with you and Sam.

˝So, Donald Pierce, you said? Never heard really. ˝ You leaned in your chair looking at the man in front of you. He wasn't restrained you weren't afraid of him. You were both sitting on the balcony that leads to the library. The sun was shining and you smiled seeing Laura and her friends playing in the grass. You stood from the chair approaching him. You gently moved your fingers to his forehead, removing the gauze from his wound.

˝It looks good. I'll remove the stitches in three days. ˝ You said, tossing the gauze and sitting back in front of him.

˝Why am I here? ˝ You stayed silent, staring at the sky. ˝I've been here a week and this is the first time that you are talking to me. ˝

You quickly glanced at him. ˝I'm sorry if that doesn't make you feel spacial Mr. pierce, but you weren't my priority at the time. ˝ You simply said refilling your glass of water.

˝And now I am? ˝

˝Yes. I took care of the kids, making sure that they settle fine and now I'm here for you. ˝

˝Why am I here? ˝He asked again and you smiled.

˝Would you rather be dead 'cause I can arrange that. ˝ You smiled again not breaking the eyes contact.

˝I'm just going to stay here? ˝ He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and he broke the eye contact.

˝There are two options staying here or going to the world of the dead. Your choice. ˝

˝I can't be here. ˝

˝That's your choice Sweety. Be sure that it's what you want. ˝ You smirked at him taking a sip of water.

˝What are you? ˝ He asked, moving closer to the table.

˝A human, like you. ˝ You weren't looking at him, but you could feel his eyes on you. He was a good looking man, but a monster and you hated monsters, but you liked playing games with them.

˝I've never seen someone as powerful like you. ˝

˝Well, probably one of your friends killed them. ˝ You took out your phone, checking your texts. There were some from Laura, so you replayed. She asked you to come to their sleepover and you accepted with a smile on your face.

˝It's just a job you know. ˝

˝But it's not Mr. Pierce, it.. ˝

˝Donald. Please just Donald˝ His blond hair was messy and he kept going through it with his metal fingers.

˝Sorry, but I don't like that name. I mean your parents probably hated you. ˝ He laughed gently and it was the first time you saw something different on his face, something brighter. ˝Who names their kid Donald, it's like they are sentencing you to the life without friends. ˝

˝Very funny. ˝

˝So, Donny. When did you decide to start killing my people? ˝ You said, your smile quickly turned into the serious face as you asked him that.

˝I didn't decide to kill them. It's complicated. ˝

˝Why the arm. The newest fashion? ˝ You teased.

˝I lost my hand so I created another, better one. ˝ He moved his fingers staring at his arm. ˝Now can you tell me about yourself? ˝

˝Sure. I'm a mutant. I don't want to go to the details 'cause you're already judging. ˝You stand up from your chair heading inside. Pierce followed you and grab your forearm.

˝Could you stop treating me like a monster? ˝

You turned around to face him and you glanced at the place he was holding you. He quickly let you go and you stood in silence until he spoke. ˝It was a job. I killed your people, I tortured them, but I didn't enjoy it. I tried not to care, turning them into the possession. Trying to see them as an object. ˝

˝Are you think that you are helping yourself? ˝ You furrowed your brows, taking a step closer to him.

˝No, I just wanted to be honest. There is no way out from here. ˝

You heard his words and you decided to answer his questions from earlier.

˝My name is Y/N LeBeau. My mother was Magik and my father was Gambit. This place is in another dimension where I put it. And there is no way out. ˝

˝What is your mutation? ˝

˝It's complicated. ˝ You sat down on the sofa.

˝Why didn't you get cut with that sword? ˝

˝It's a Soulsword. It's in the position of the ruler of Limbo that would be me, it's powerful and it makes me even more powerful than I am, it would never hurt me. To answer your next question, no, it can't make powerful somebody else than me. The only ruler of Limbo can control it in anybody else's arms it's just an ordinary sword. ˝ You explain to him and he listened carefully. Sitting in front of you.

˝What is that Limbo? ˝

˝It's a magical dimension, where demons live. ˝

˝How can any mutant be that powerful? If you wanted, you could release them on the earth. That's fascinating. ˝ He asked curiously not taking his eyes off you. For the first time during your conversation, he felt comfortable and relaxed.

˝Not really, can you imagine all the demons coming here. You guys wouldn't stand a chance.˝ You smiled slightly leaning your body in the sofa.

˝They wouldn't hurt you. ˝

˝I'm their ruler, Donny. ˝ You smirked at the blue eyed man and you could swear he blushed.

He cleared his throat, looking at the ground.

˝I'll never leave from here? ˝

˝I'm sorry Donny, but no. This is not a bad place. ˝ You put your elbows on your knees glancing at him. You could see that he was distressed.

˝You don't understand. Here are mutants. ˝

˝That's the point of this place˝ You chuckled, looking at the shadow behind him.

˝They will.. ˝

˝Laura! You can't be here. ˝ You said, standing up and Donald stood next to you. Laura's knuckles were bleeding and the rage on her face was showing.

˝He killed them! ˝ Laura was ready to attack when you spoke.

˝Why are you in Eden, Laura? ˝

˝What? ˝ Girl was confused and you came closer to her.

˝Why are you in Eden? Did you come here to be safe with your friends? ˝ The girl nodded and you knelt in front of her. She pulled the blades back in and you smiled, holding here little hands in yours. ˝I know that he hurt you, but he is not a monster, monsters are not real, they can't be killed. He is just a human. He made mistakes, he took away the people you love, but he will never hurt you again. Do you trust me? ˝

Laura nodded, quickly running away from the library.

˝You could've let her do it. ˝

˝No I couldn't˝ You said leaving him behind.

It's been eight months. Donald Pierce was still alive, he was always accompanied by your friend Jim, who could make his own clones. Every day would start the same. After you would check everything on the property, you would head to the balcony, where you would have breakfast with Donald. He was a bad man, but he was highly intelligent and you liked that about him. You two could talk about technology for hours.

˝How did the upgrade go? ˝ You asked, taking a bite of pancake.

˝Better than I expected. ˝Donald laid his metal hand on the table closing his fist. You reached for his hand observing it.

˝It looks good, but still, it doesn't change anything. ˝

˝What do you mean? ˝ You placed your fingers on the cold metal gently tracing patterns.

˝You will never be able to feel with it. ˝

˝I can feel. ˝ He stated and you pulled your hand back.

˝What? Why didn't you tell me? ˝

˝Because I liked the way your fingers were grazing my arm. If I've told you, you would never touch me. ˝ He lowered his head, avoiding your gaze.

˝What? ˝ Your voice was soft and your cheeks were a shade darker.

˝I.. I shouldn't have said that. ˝ Donald got up from his chair heading towards the door. Just as he reached the doorknob you placed your palm on his shoulder. He turned around surprised that you were standing there. You let your hand go lower to his wrist intertwining your fingers with his.

˝Is this wrong? ˝You asked, thinking about the whole situation. You start falling for him after your first honest conversation.

˝I don't think I'm the one who should answer that. ˝ He placed his metal arm on your cheek brushing your lips with his thumb. ˝But it feels right. ˝

He leaned closer, but not all the way in. He waited for you to close the distance, giving you the opportunity to walk away, but you didn't. You closed the distance kissing him slowly on the lips. You had to admit to yourself that the kiss wasn't like what you thought it would be, but it did feel unreal. Donald was first to pull away, leaning his forehead against yours.

˝This is messed up. ˝ You whispered, still catching your breath.

˝I'm sorry. ˝ His lips brushed over yours while he was trying to decide his next step. ˝It would be wrong to do this. ˝

˝I know, but... ˝

˝Baby, no but. You can't be with me, not here. ˝ He holds your waist as you start to pull away from him.

˝Not here? God, is this your way out? Trying to fuck me so that I would let you go. ˝ You wanted to move away, but his grip tightened.

˝No, listen to me. Why would I ever want to go back? Here, I have something that I never had, someone that understands and listens to me and tell me if I'm wrong, someone that loves me. ¨

You looked down at his words. ˝I don't want anything to happen between us 'cause my past. I'm a monster, nothing else. ˝

˝Monster? You are not a monster, you are just a human that made bad decisions in the past. Where would we get if we keep cringing for our past? ˝

You cupped his cheek with your palm bringing his face lower so that you could kiss him.

˝So.. ˝

˝What? ˝ You were just an inch away from his lips.

˝You really want to be with me. You could move aside the things that I've done? ˝

˝No, I'll never put them aside, but I did accept them. They made you who you are today. I know it's been just a little over a half a year, but I don't longer see you as the person you were before. ˝

˝How do you see me? ˝

˝I see you as the part of my future. ˝ You said closing the distance.

You both were different from the start, born in different worlds that couldn't find the middle ground. You were taught to be good, to help your kind and he was taught to kill them. Who could ever think that that kind of hatred would ever turn into love?

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