#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance?

[doctorofmagic]

totally not wasting time waiting for training to start at this work thing but (chinhands) what do u think abt stephen’s Love Languages™️

(YEEEEEEES!! ha ha ha YEEEEEEEEEEES! *sicko*)

I personally think his first love language is always flattery. It's honestly my favorite because he's a wizard, and as such, he has a manner with words.

Only later that his love language translates to physical touch, usually soft kisses, holding hands, touching his SO's face etc, until it becomes more and more intimate.

Now, from a headcanon perspective, I think he also loves babbling endlessly about magic (Gale-coded), and this is when he feels the most comfortable around the ones he loves, because then he ignores the fear of being annoying or patronizing. He usually pauses or is interrupted when explaining magic in canon, so I have the feeling he'd develop such a fear because no one really wants to hear him talk.

I also have the feeling that he'd use magic to write romantic letters, like a true good old-fashioned lover boy™.

Last but not least, it's canon that he plays the piano occasionally. So yep, when he sits and starts playing, you're truly seeing him in a very vulnerable and true state of expressing his feelings and love.

Stephen is really romantic and clingy when he feels safe and loved 🥺

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #headcanons #marvel comics

[slasher-art]

My Strangesona and little AU. 💖💫

In this AU, each person has their own soulmate-an animal. The lives of soulmates depend on each other. In Stephen's case, it's a tiger, whose name is Hoggot, he's one of the spirits of Vishanti.

Stephen's story begins the same way as in the original universe. He got into an accident, injured his hands, protected the world from Dormammu, but his path begins to move along another branch at the moment when, instead of staying in the Sanctum Sanctorum, he transfers the duties of the supreme sorcerer to Wong and goes to Kamar-Taj to take over the duties of the Ancient One and teaches recruits magic.

In Kamar-Taj, tigers live side by side with humans. There Stephen finds his soulmate Hoggoth, who helps the sorcerer to look after the temple and educate the students and their soulmates.

One day Tony Stark himself comes to the temple, desperately in need of help. The Arc reactor in his chest began to poison the body and the body of his soulmate (by the way, this is also a Tiger), but the genius did not understand how to solve this problem. He turns for help to one of the most brilliant neurosurgeons and sorcerers on the planet. At first Tony doesn't really believe in the existence of magic, treats Stephen haughtily and doesn't trust him, but after Stephen pushes his astral body out of the physical, stunned Tony is forced to believe in the existence of magic and does what he would never do in his life - begs for help. This is where their journey together begins.

It was a hot day in Kamar Taj today. Tony and Stephen were forced to retire into the shade to wait out the heat a bit and take a break from the trainers (Mainly because of Tony's dissatisfied whimpering :D).

But! Even here, these two were not allowed to enjoy peace! After all, little mischievous tiger cubs for some reason always choose Stephen and Tony as their object for games and fun. 😄💖

Stephen doesn't complain, he likes to spend time with these pranksters, although sometimes Peter bites painfully. He is the most agile of all tiger cubs, so it is not so easy to catch him!

Most of Stephen and Tony's days are measured and productive. In the course of training, Tony learns respect, attention to the opinions of other people and, of course, every day he gets closer to a working way to cure his ailment. With the help of trainers, meditation and eating the right food, he is gradually approaching the day when he will finally be ready for life without the ARC reactor poisoning his body. But Kamar Taj has its own difficulties. Every day the temple requires careful care and attention, students need advice, and sometimes even have to protect the borders from beings from the astral world. Fortunately, Stephen has such a great assistant and student! The assistant who brings tea every morning, who is now so attentive to him, constantly goes out for walks with him, strokes his hair when they sit in their favorite secluded place in the forest and so irresponsibly covers him during battles against astral beings. While Tony was around, Stephen also learned something from him, and most importantly found that vital warmth inside, which seemed to have disappeared long ago. The warmth that warmed them day by day and created the comfort between them that they both needed so much.

It was one of the magical nights when Tony and Stephen once again decided to visit the springs located near the Kamar Taj. This is a place where you can relax, restore your health, enjoy nature and each other's company. The springs have always been a special place for these two. The magical energy of this place is able to heal wounds, and scars in the water have the property of being illuminated by the golden color of the chakra, which is truly beautiful.

Scars change a person very much and with each of them it becomes more and more difficult to remain yourself and trust. The worst of all are the scars that are inside, because they are usually the deepest, it remains only to accept them as part of yourself and learn to live with them.

It is the scars and the experience that comes with them that makes us who we are, which is why the trust of our scars is so intimate - it is the trust of our deepest essence.

That's what Stephen and Tony feel when they are so open to each other. The trust between them is so precious. 💖

After Tony is cured of his ailment, he cannot stay in Kamar Taj all the time. He has to move back to New York and sort out his affairs, but he still comes to spend the night at Kamar Taj, to Stephen and spends all his free time with him. After all, portals are very convenient and these two use all the advantages of magic. 😁

#doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel #ironstrange #iron man #tony stark #strangeiron

[couldntbedamned]

A Sweet Escape (To Better Days)

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader

Summary: While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality, she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Obsession, Sexual Content, Spanking, Blatant disregard for responsibilities to multiple realities

Note: This isn’t really a prequel to There's Only Butterflies (Take Me Away), so much as it’s a companion piece, I suppose. In my mind they simply go together.

Stephen was her first.

It wasn’t as if she’d been waiting for Mr. Right, marriage, or anything so sentimental. There had been plenty of opportunities, but sex just hadn’t seemed important. She had her vibrators and her imagination. Men, from what she’d experienced, were simply more trouble than they were worth.

Until Stephen.

Stephen had flown - literally - into her life and everything she’d known had turned upside down.

She’d been captivated by him. He was intelligent, charming, handsome, and just a little bit mean. Which would be a red flag to anyone else but just set tingles afire deep in her belly.

Why he’d settled on her of all people, she didn’t know, but after the first time he’d taken her, moved in her, filled her, she’d decided it didn’t matter.

Sex with Stephen was better than any orgasm she’d wrung from herself with her vibrators. He was unrelenting, demanding her pleasure several times over before he’d take his own. Passing out from sheer pleasure? Yeah, apparently not something that only happened in books.

She lived with him in the Sanctum, days and nights filled with time spent together reading, talking, fucking. He could be fairly useless with words - especially the three words most people held above all. There was something in his eyes that told her he wanted to say the words but couldn’t stop from saying the wrong thing or just saying nothing at all. It never mattered to her; his actions said more than simple words ever could. Why insist on silly little words when he bared his soul to her in every way that truly mattered?

He had to dash off to save the world, obviously, but he always came back to her. They’d inevitably end up fucking for hours, as if to reaffirm that he was still alive.

Strange found them, fittingly, she thought, on a chilly and storming Halloween evening.

At first, she thought the ritualistic sex had gone terribly wrong. (Or wonderfully right. What? She was horny and, thanks to the magic, unable to get off until Stephen finished his part of the ritual by finishing inside her.)

“The Runes of Rapitu,” Strange had said, circling around them. He didn’t look well, this version of Stephen. His face was leaner, the circles under his eyes purple and pronounced. Even his Cloak appeared almost feral. “A little on the nose for Samhain, isn’t it?”

Unashamed of his naked form, Stephen stood, conjuring his shields. “This isn’t your universe.”

“I have no universe,” Strange replied. His eyes raked over her nude body as it glistened in the candlelight. “I see you have one, though.”

He studied the runes intently, each flaring to greater life under his gaze, the glow red rather than orange. “What is it you’re hoping to bind?”

Shakily, she fingered the torq around her neck. “A new relic.”

“Allow me to assist you,” Strange said suggested. He caught her gaze and oh how she found herself wanting him! “Or I can simply absorb your magic for my own and continue on my miserable existence. It’s your choice,” he said to her. “But the loss of you would be a tragedy.”

Her? Her and not Stephen, the Sorcerer Supreme?

“You’ve already lost her, haven’t you?” Stephen asked, lowering his shields.

“Yes, and it led to losing everything,” Strange answered, never taking his eyes off of her. “Do not take her for granted, we - your reality - cannot withstand her loss.”

At her nod, Stephen parted the runes and Strange stepped into the circle, divesting himself of his robes as he did so. His Cloak went to join their Cloak off to the side.

Between the two of them, there wasn’t a coherent thought in her head until the ritual was complete. All she’d known was the feel of hands on her, two scarred and shaking and the others elegant and sure along with their cocks taking her, worshiping with her as they imbued magic and protection and strength into the torc and paid their homage to Rapitu. She was little more than a blissed-out, satiated mess, dripping of them both and the newly charmed relic buzzing and warm around her neck when all was said and done. Stephen and Strange surrounded her and took their time bringing her back to herself as she was washed and dried and protected. She woke between them and after kissing Stephen, turned to Strange.

“Stay.”

Months of bliss followed Strange’s arrival into her and Stephen’s world.

Strange touched her whenever the opportunity presented itself - a hand on her shoulder, the small of her back, no touch was ever too small. He kissed her as if doing so could wipe clean the fact that he’d destroyed. an. entire. universe. in the name of some version of her she’d never known.

Stephen, already the most jealous man she’d ever known, had assured her he wasn’t envious of Strange. “He’s me,” Stephen said, watching as Strange devoured her pussy like a man starved of water, drawing out quaking release after quaking release until she couldn’t lift her head in her exhaustion. “How could I possibly be jealous of myself?”

The two of them took turns whenever there was a threat to reality or a day that needed saving. They were skilled enough to hide the differences in front of the outside world… but not to her. She could always tell them apart.

The arrival of another variant, her Defender, came on a bright and sunny day. She was running from an alien invader on a rare trip out of the Sanctum when he appeared like a righteous angel, harnessing the brightness of the sun and saving her life. Who needed the sun when she had her very own Sol ready to slay any demons that might haunt her?

Strange and Stephen were unsure, but her Sol’s devotion to her could not be questioned.

“I was fighting a giant eyeball,” he told them over drinks. “I killed it but there was an interdimensional portal that sucked me through. I don’t know how to get back.” He looked at her, expression soft. “And I don’t know if I even want to.” He’d lost her too, she realized.

“You saved my life,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, you can stay for as long as you want.”

He couldn’t swap places with the others out in the world since she put her foot down on his hair.

“You’ll break my heart if you cut it,” she pouted playfully. “I like to run my fingers through it.”

He smirked at Stephen and Strange. “I like when you pull it, too.”

He stayed inside the Sanctum with her, keeping her busy whenever Stephen or Strange was away protecting the reality. He was rigid and unyielding in many ways, absolute in his belief that it was his duty to keep her safe and cared for. If he told her to do something, he expected it to be done. And the thing was, his orders were never unreasonable, not really.

The first time he hauled her over his lap, vanished her shorts, and spanked her ass to a cherry red after she’d disobeyed him was… well, it was an experience. And then he’d comforted her, asked how he could help her do the right thing going forward. She hadn’t been angry with him, instead, she’d felt… cherished.

“I will always protect you,” he promised with a tender kiss to her lips that had her near tears all over again. “Even if it’s from yourself.” Then he made love to her, showed her just how good things could be if she stayed good for him, trusted him to take care of her.

At first, she ignored the cracks in the world that started appearing. If her lovers weren’t worried, why should she be?

They were actually more worried than they ever let her know.

Travelers started to appear, those who didn’t belong with voices insistent about the threat of annihilation, of how sacred timelines were diverging and converging. Her lovers were having visions of universes disintegrating into nothing but blackest chaos even as reality tried to re-forge itself again and again. She herself began to dream of losing everything until she was alone in nothingness, far away from her loves.

They were not meant to live in the same reality; she knew that to be true. But surely, they could stand against the inevitability of the multiverse ensuring its own survival at all costs?

Then parts of the population started to vanish, parts of people themselves started to glitch - there was no other word to describe the horror that was looking at someone only to see them turn slightly and be missing an eye or a mouth, replaced only by a void or whatever passed for normal in another reality.

The universe was about to end, and she knew it was because of her, because they’d never leave her.

She planned to run, to leave them because who was she against the fate of the multiverse?

She never got the chance to run. They’d planned, too.

“We’re so sorry, Cielo,” Defender whispered as he bound her in magic so Stephen and Strange could bind her further, sigils appearing on her skin and the world fading around her. “When you wake up, everything will be as it should be, always.”

“Sleep, my love,” Stephen implored. “Sleep and dream of us.”

“We’ll be here with you the whole time; we’ll never leave you.”

The universe she was born into was created over the course of billions, perhaps trillions of years.

It only took her lovers a little over three to create her new one.

She awoke to a world unlike any she’d ever seen or even imagined.

“It’s yours,” Stephen told her. “Everything here is for you.”

“We hope you like it.”

The voice was Stephen’s but new, the cadence unique.

“You’re another Stephen,” she whispered, stunned. He was so similar and so unique among them. She had never seen him clean-shaven, nor a blue Cloak. “How?”

“We’re all Stephen, my Dear,” yet another Stephen said. “That’s how the multiverse works.” His hair was wilder, his goatee grown into a pointed beard. He looked sinister, in a way, though he was undoubtedly, like he said, a Stephen.

“You found a way to stop the incursions?” She asked, looking to her first three. “How? I thought more than one variant couldn’t co-exist in a given reality. The universes have rules!”

Her selfishness had nearly broken her universe, after all.

“That is true,” Strange said. “So, we created a universe where we could make our own rules.”

Something sick settled in her belly. A new universe?

“What about ours?” she asked Stephen. “Are they… what have you done?”

“We’ve repaired the damage we were creating as best we could,” Clean-shaven said. “Some damage was too great in one or two realities, but they’ll have several billion years before they’ll even start to fade.”

“The others are safe now,” Sinister said. “As long as we remain here, they’ll remain safe.”

“And what is here, exactly?”

“A pocket universe,” Defender says. “We exist outside of the multiversal branches and therefore we cannot damage them.”

“And who exactly constitutes ‘we’?” she asked.

“You, and us,” Strange answered, motioning between the five of them. “Just the six of us, together forever.”

She turned and ran, ignoring their calls after her. She pushed open the doors and flung herself out into this new world they’d created, terrified because who did that?

They hadn’t even chased her down, simply let her exhaust herself in this new, remarkably stunning universe they’d created. She’d run through a forest of pure white trees with purple foliage and azure grass and then a field of orange clover that never seemed to end only to find herself at what looked like a safe little cottage. The inside, however, was right where she’d started.

“There’s no running,” the clean-shaven one said when Sinister blocked her exit and Defender embraced her from behind. “Every path will bring you back to us.”

“Don’t lead me to punish you, Cielo. This is our home and you’re safe here.”

“I want to go home,” she insisted. It was part-truth, mostly-lie because how could she ever leave them - even the newest two - but how could she let them abandon their roles?

“You are home,” Strange said. “Your home is here now, with us.”

“This is the only way,” Stephen told her, stepping close and caressing her cheek. “Dearest Love this is the only way.”

She nodded, cautiously.

She ran a few times after that.

It never mattered. They either caught her, or she ended up back where she started. Either way she found herself over Defender’s lap, sobbing as he punished her for running. Then she’d cry in other ways as they demonstrated just how she was theirs.

Supreme, as she thought of the clean-shaven one, was as controlling as her Sol is protective. If no one else was around, he would pick out her clothing, her food, anything. He had to be around her all the time, much like Strange but there was a desperation to it that Strange has never had.

“Isn’t this universe supposed to be about me?” She once asked after his suggestion they visit the beach rather than her offered trip into one of the many cities that existed just for her.

“Do you dislike what we do?” He asked her in response. “Have I displeased you?”

The thing was, he hadn’t. He never did. The clothes he chose for her were inevitably perfect, the food the best she’d ever tasted. Even the books he suggested for her were fantastic reads and as she lay with him massaging (unneeded) sunscreen into her back, she could admit that he was perfect for her.

She was always sure to tell him whenever they were in bed, where he again devoted himself to her pleasure, bringing tidal waves of bliss to crash over her again and again. “You’re so perfect for me.” His eyes would close then, peace stealing across his face at her words, as though they were a benediction.

If ever there was a lost soul in her universe it was her Sinister. The man had spent years searching for any kind of a happy ending, any scenario where he wasn’t miserable and alone and he looked at her as though she were his salvation. When he wasn’t overwhelming her, that was.

“I’ve searched for you,” he told her one afternoon when her other Stephens were away re-enforcing the protective barriers of their pocket universe. “It wasn’t just happiness I searched for, my Love. It was for happiness with you.”

“I suppose you’ve found me,” she said. He was broken and she didn’t know if she could ever fix him. He, like Supreme and Strange, had destroyed entire universes.

“I have,” he said, stepping closer, hands linked behind his back. It was his default position, she’d learned. “I have and I will never let anything take you away.”

“It’s not like I can ever escape.”

He barked out a harsh laugh but stilled her flinch with a blackened finger under her chin. “We’re your prisoners every bit as much as you’re ours.” He always told her the truth, in his own way.

He leaned in, claimed her lips with his, the scratch of his wild goatee rough against her skin.

He terrified her in a multitude of ways, but he kissed her in the very best of ways. Sex always left her bruised and marked and exhausted but she’d never deny she loved it. His touch was strong, this side of too hard, too much, too wild but every time she found herself pushing back in kind, even seeking out the abandon he offered. 

Time was both too short and infinite for her and her beloveds. Her Stephen, her Strange. Her Sinister, her Supreme, and of course, her dearest Defender.

While it at first it weighed heavily on her, the knowledge that five of the most powerful beings in the multiverse were with her instead of protecting all of reality she couldn’t deny the thrill that also came with that. The universe truly revolved around her. Her loves revolved around her and everything she was, she had, she did was for them in return.

They created a universe, rewrote the very rules of all of existence, simply for her. All so they could be with her, forever.

Yes, there were more versions of them, and those sorry souls (to use the phrasing both Sinister and Strange use) were no doubt protecting their respective realities. Her own monitored the multiverse whenever the mood struck them. They watched from their pocket universe, unseen but one occasionally dipping out to offer the briefest yet most crucial of assists before returning and then seeking her out.

“You are our most important reality,” her Defender, her Sol told her.

“But at the cost of trillions?” She once asked helplessly.

Could she be so selfish?

“We can’t go back into our realities without risking even greater casualties,” Stephen said as he helped remove her tunic. “Here, in our home, we are safe.”

“And because we are, so are countless other realities,” Supreme added, kissing down her neck.

“By keeping us here with you,” Sinister whispered against her ear, hand gliding down her front to dip into the waistband of the flowy pants she wore. “You are ensuring the continued survival of the multiverse.”

It was hard to argue with that. And hard to think when Strange was kissing her, coaxing her lips open so he could lick inside. And fuck her Defender was kissing up her bare back.

“Is it so terrible?” Strange pulled back to ask. “A life with the men who worship you, knowing that this life is keeping trillions upon trillions of lives safe?”

Sinister’s fingers busied themselves stroking through her wet folds, dipping in, and teasing.

“Oh, I suppose it’s just my burden to bear.”

They’re five men with the power of gods and yet she is the one who is worshipped.

#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange supreme x reader #defender strange x reader #supreme strange x reader #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #couldntbedamned fic

[imaginesforfandom]

A Spell Gone Awry

someone requested a Stephen Strange x Reader but i accidentally deleted it so i can't tag them 😭 also, i love the work awry. js sounds cool. after i wrote this, my current obsession went from the mandalorian straight to a wizard so-

Stephen Strange x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

A Spell Gone Awry

You stood at the imposing entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment in your hand. The evening was crisp, and the mystical aura of the building sent shivers down your spine. You had messed up a spell—big time—and there was only one person who could help you now: Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The Sanctum's interior was as mysterious as its exterior, filled with ancient relics and books that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. You ventured further, the tapping of your shoes echoing through the vast hallways.

As you approached the library, you heard the faint rustling of pages and saw Stephen sitting at a table, engrossed in a tome of ancient spells. His distinctive crimson Cloak of Levitation hung nearby, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on you.

Clearing your throat nervously, you spoke up, "Stephen."

The Sorcerer Supreme looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw you. "What brings you here, (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be resting after your last magical mishap?"

You winced, remembering the botched spell that had led you here. "I messed up, Stephen. Really messed up. I thought maybe you could help me fix it."

Stephen's annoyance was evident, and he sighed, closing the book before him. "You need to be more careful with your magic, (Y/N). You can't just waltz in here every time you make a mistake."

You lowered your head, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I know, Stephen, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful, I promise."

Stephen's stern expression softened slightly, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here, then. Let me see what kind of mess you've made."

You approached him, handing him the crumpled parchment with the spell you'd attempted. Stephen examined it closely, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols you'd drawn. "This is quite the mess," he muttered under his breath.

Guilt gnawed at your stomach as you watched him work. You knew you should have been more cautious, especially since you were dating the Sorcerer Supreme. The fact that he was helping you despite his annoyance made you feel both grateful and even more embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally looked up from the parchment. "I can fix this, but it will take some time and concentration. And I expect you to assist me every step of the way."

You nodded eagerly, relieved that he was willing to help. "Of course, Stephen. I'll do whatever it takes."

As the hours passed, the two of you worked side by side, carefully unraveling the tangled magic you had inadvertently created. Stephen's annoyance gradually gave way to a shared sense of accomplishment as you made progress. He guided you with patience, explaining the intricacies of the spell and how to mend it.

The atmosphere in the library shifted from one of tension to one of intimacy. As you and Stephen worked together, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through your veins. There was a sense of closeness and connection that only grew with each passing moment.

Eventually, the spell was restored to its proper form, and you couldn't help but smile with gratitude. "Thank you, Stephen. I couldn't have done it without you."

Stephen returned your smile, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You're welcome, (Y/N). Just remember to be more cautious next time."

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of affection. "I will, I promise."

With the spell restored and your embarrassment gradually fading, you and Stephen retreated to a cozy corner of the library. You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

As the two of you sat there, surrounded by ancient tomes and the warmth of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Stephen's guidance and love. The initial annoyance had given way to a deep connection, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face any magical challenge that came your way.

With a contented sigh, you whispered, "I love you, Stephen."

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "I love you too, (Y/N). And I'll always be here to help you, no matter how many spells you mess up."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms, and together, you drifted into a peaceful, magical slumber, knowing that the future held many more adventures—and plenty of fluffy moments—for the two of you.

The night passed in a peaceful embrace, and you awoke to the soft rays of morning light filtering through the library's windows. Stephen was still beside you, his steady presence a comforting reminder of the love you shared. You smiled at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"I suppose we should get some rest now," Stephen whispered, his voice warm and tender.

You nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "Just a little while longer."

With that, you nestled closer to Stephen, savoring the intimacy and love that had grown stronger through the night. The Sanctum Sanctorum may have been a place of magic and mysticism, but it was your love for each other that truly made it enchanting.

And as the two of you drifted back to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or spells awaited you in the future, you had the most powerful magic of all—love—to guide you through.

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers…

A/n: Happy Holidays you beautiful humans!! I wish you so much love and safe festivities x

Tinsel shone in its glory as workers climbed their tall ladders to fix decorations to a large tree on the street. Snow fall had started early this year and the city was alive once again. Despite the turbulence of heroes and villains, people flocked to their closest stores and exited with wrapped boxes and bags - it really was starting to feel like Christmas.

Clint had called you an hour ago requesting some assistance for an undisclosed emergency. Thankful that you were at the tower at the time, the journey to the shopping square was easy on foot but when there was no Hawkeye present, you guessed that he was stuck in traffic.

Buzz! You lifted your phone and saw a text message.

Running late. Start without me. Will keep you updated. - H

As you read the text, you made a note to ask him why he kept signing off as Hawkeye instead of his real name. 

With him out of the picture for a while, a head start with gift buying for the team was a good idea. Everyone was off on their own adventures this year, some on missions, some off-world. You didn’t know their exact locations but you figured that you could get some help from a certain Sorcerer Supreme on Bleeker Street.

Forty minutes or so had passed with Clint sending regular updates of his location while also offering gift advice and you shopped around.

Found an amazing green scarf. Banner or Hulk? You typed out.

Definitely the big guy. Apparently he told Bruce that he liked how soft they were. Clint replied.

Funnily enough, you could imagine the Hulk making the argument about scarves. Easily, you proceeded to make the purchase. As you stepped outside, the wind was far colder than before so you decided to walk towards a coffee shop for a warm drink and to rest your arms. 

Adjusting the bags around your wrists as they become uncomfortable, you tried to put the receipt into your pocket. You glanced up every so often to make sure that you didn’t bump into people when a voice approached from the side.

“I’m so sorry.” Clint apologised as he caught up. You paused your steps with a smile, happy that he had finally made it. “I was on my way when I saw a mugging take place. After I dealt with that I thought a cab would be quicker.”

Classic hero move. You lifted your arms to display the marvellous holiday themed bags. “My spirit cannot be crushed, Barton. I’m invincible.”

“I actually forgot how much you love this time of year.” Clint chuckled as took a few bags away to help lighten the load which you greatly appreciated.

“So what’s the emergency?” You wondered.

The man huffed as his shoulders slackened. “Christmas gifts for Laura and the kids - I’ve been so caught up in spending time with them that I didn’t get a chance to buy anything.” He looked at your blank expression and rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and judge.”

You sent him a small shrug. “I would but I was going to bribe Stephen with my homemade eggnog to use his magic portals as a personal present delivery system so…”

Clint raised his free hand, “No judgement here.” He gave a small laugh that finished on a sigh when he looked around at the people. “Navigating the busy crowds is going to be a challenge.”

“You’ve got me, what could go wrong?”

Clint smirked. “I can think of at least ten things.”

You took his arm and merrily pulled your friend onto the snowy streets. “Alright, Grinch. Let’s get some hot cocoa to warm that heart.”

While walking to the coffee house, Clint took a sneak peek through the bags and you were glad that his gift was safely hidden in your cupboard. You had created a new bow after he complained that his current one wasn’t the best for stealth.

“What’s this?” Clint pulled out a black box that looked very expensive. “An extra special something for a special someone?” He teased.

You lunged forward to take it from his palm, forgetting to hide it. You knew who he was referring to but you chose not to confirm the suspicions and tucked the item away into your pocket.

“That’s meant to be a secret. You only found out accidentally.” You reminded. “Besides I’m not sure if I’ll even it give to…”

“Y/n, if you don’t give it to the one person who actually makes you happy, I will. Got it? Christmas is the time for confessions of love or pining or whatever it is that you both have going.”

As much fun as Clint could be, you knew that his words were serious after all, even he was tired of seeing people dance around feelings. So you promised to deliver the special present as well. 

The quest for gifts for his kids wasn’t a large task because Clint knew the perfect items. In under an hour, you both had everything wrapped or boxed or bagged and then loaded into your car for a quick trip to the Sanctum Sanctorum. 

Upon arriving at Bleeker Street, you parked in a concealed area that was reserved for the Avengers. You and Clint pulled out the presents for the team before stepping onto the porch and knocking thrice. On the third knock, you both were transported inside the Sanctum suddenly. 

Clint exhaled. “I remember why I don’t like coming here.” 

You heard him but was more preoccupied with finding the wizard donning the red cloak. “Happy Holidays, Stephen!” You called out holding up the neatly bowed bottle. “I brought you some of my special eggnog.” 

Clint looked around at the empty space when silence began to fill the room. “This isn’t going to work. He’s too busy with the universe to-”

There was the sound of footsteps before Stephen appeared from a hidden doorway. He approached and saw the drink in your hands. 

“I am not the postal system, Y/n.” He told you slightly annoyed. 

You nodded and handed him the bottle nonethless. “Be that as it may, you do still owe me from the time you accidentally turned the whole team into hermit crabs and then you erased their memory because it was so traumatic.”

Clint’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what?”

Stephen’s jaw clenched when he remembered how that ordeal only ended with your help and discretion (that is, up until this very moment). He sighed and raised his hands, summoning several portals. “Where are the presents?”

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Hey there, i read your Doctor Strange supreme fic and oh god it's beautiful <3

Could i request a fic of Stephen where he's forced to unleash his true form to protect reader and America? Maybe then reader will stop being afraid of him and give him the hugs he severely needs ^^

Thank you so much. You don’t even know how much that means to me<33

I do hope you like it 😅

Just a little miscommunication

Pairing: Doctor Strange Supreme/Fem!Reader

Doctor Strange Supreme & America Chavez

Doctor Strange Supreme & Wong

Summary: Thinking it’s going to be a very boring Saturday, Stephen decides to let America to choose an activity to do in the afternoon. Everything changes when Wong asks for his help when Kamar-Taj is under attack, meaning Y/N could in danger.

Will Stephen and Y/N grow further apart?

Stephen groaned as he stretched his stiff body. Maybe staying in bed all night reading wasn't such a good idea. He was actually waiting for Y/N to return from Kamar-Taj, but she most likely decided to spend the night there. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

Seeing the sun beaming through the window finally made him get out of bed. He ran a hand over his face, before reaching for the shirt lying on the floor. Stephen went to the bathroom the freshen up and maybe to trim his beard a little too.

After completing his usual routine, he thought that he should start preparing America's breakfast before she wakes up. The girl has a bad habit of eating sweets before meals, and he tries to stop her because he knows it's bad for her, especially since America is losing her appetite. Stephen knows he has already lost the battle with her when she pouts. It shouldn't be that difficult to say no to a person.

He makes his way out of the room and silently closes the door before going to the kitchen.

The sorcerer gathered all of the ingredients for the pancakes while also placing some bacon strips on the skillet. After adding the wet ingredients, he began to gently stir the mixture.

While the bacon was finishing up, he poured the pancake batter onto its own skillet and waited for bubbles to appear before flipping them. While Stephen sliced some strawberries and bananas, a smile appeared onto his face feeling America's energy near the entrance.

"Morning," he said, placing the fruits in a small bowl.

"Good morning," she mumbled as she approached him, rubbing her eyes slightly.

"Did you sleep well?" the ex-doctor inquired as he finished the pancakes and placed them on a plate alongside the bacon.

"Yep," she said as she sat down at the table, "though perhaps I should have stayed in bed a little longer."

He chuckles slightly before placing the plate in front of her and conjuring up some cutlery with a simple spell. "Just because it's Saturday doesn't mean you should spend the entire day in bed. Besides, I don't have classes today at Kamar-Taj, so we can do whatever you want."

"Believe it or not, I'd like to try some new spells today," she said as she began to eat, enjoying Stephen's slightly shocked expression.

Both of them were startled by the familiar sound of crackling magic before he could respond. They weren't expecting Wong to collapse on the floor. Stephen took in his appearance, relaxing a little because he wasn't hurt except for some cuts on his face.

They went to help him, America completely forgetting about her breakfast. "What happened?"

"We're being attacked. We require immediate assistance." the Sorcerer Supreme said, slightly out of breath. Stephen didn't hesitate to walk through the portal with Wong as he quickly changed into his robes with a spell.

“Wait! I can help." America said as she wanted to accompany them before being stopped in her tracks by the Cloak of Levitation. She was perplexed before hearing Stephen speak, not knowing where Levi came from.

"Please, America, stay here." Feeling the cloak dissapear before appearing suddenly on the doctor's shoulders. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"But you know I'm a hell of a fighter!" She yelled, slightly enraged.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," he said as the portal closed in front of her.

As if she would stay here knowing that others are in danger. She went straight to her room to get her sling ring, completely disregarding what Stephen said.

He wasn't ready to see Kamar-Taj in this condition again. Buildings were destroyed, and the majority of the courtyards were on fire, destroying the foundations. As selfish as it may sound, he was only thinking about Y/N at the time. He couldn't possibly lose her again.

His train of thought was interrupted when some shadow creatures snarled and surrounded him, along with some students from Kamar-taj. They opened their mouths to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth. He wasn't bothered by it and simply lifted his arm before sending a red wave their way.

A few creatures vanished into the ground, evading his attack, but that wasn't what surprised him. What really did is that they weren't from this universe, giving their odd energy. How was this even possible?

The shadows then began to retreat, he supposes, in one of the main courtyards. Stephen opened a portal to the Sanctum and went after the creatures after ensuring that all of the students were safe.

He wasn't expecting to see a fucking shadow demon today. Those winged humanoid creatures with sharp claws were an annoyance. The only difference between this one and the others he saw in the past was that its body trailed into nothing.

He suddenly became aware that it was absorbing some of the masters' energy. That can't be right; they're not supposed to be capable of anything like this. His heart sank, when he saw Y/N among them. In his rage, he sends a powerful pulse of magic into that demon.

It simply absorbs the magic without much fuss, which concerns Stephen, but at least it has forced him to leave the masters alone. He looked at Y/N, who looked at him with surprise, but seeing how relieved she was, he felt at ease.

The only problem is that he didn't pay attention to the creature. It launches bolts of his own magic at him, and even if he did summoned a shield, he is thrown backwards into a wall.

He looks up at the demon, his frustration growing as he recovers from the impact. It is clear now that no matter how many regular spells he casts on it, they will not harm it in any way. Instead, he lets a whip-like tentacle lash out and whacks the demon into another wall to buy himself more time.

He quickly rushes to stand in front of you, not knowing exactly what to do, but then he’s startled by the demon “Ah, yes. So you must be Stephen Strange.“

"Do I need to know your name?" The sorcerer growls slightly.

"Have you ever heard of Dov Son Of Mortem?" The demon looks at him with pride, but when he sees that the doctor doesn't recognize the name, he quickly adds, "Nevermind, but to be honest, I was expecting the multiverse threat I'd heard so much about to put up a fair fight with me. I'm so disappointed that everything they said about you turned out to be lies."

Stephen cuts the demon's ramblings short by sending a vicious bolt towards it that he learned from the Darkhold thanks to the incident with Wanda. The creature barely defends itself before Stephen, against his better judgment, loses his human form, even though you are present.

If the demon desires a challenge, Stephen will provide it. Before the doctor sends more offensive spells his way, a tentacle slams him hard into the ground. The sorcerer can see that the shadow is no match for him, but now he is the one who is disappointed. "Didn't you say you wanted a fair fight? You've just wasted my time."

He casts one of the three paths spells without thinking too hard, knowing that a demon couldn't possibly survive a spell from the Book of Vishanti. Stephen notices how the shadow demon snarls before being changed into dust. He showed him mercy, he could have done so much worse.

"Is everyone all right?" He inquired, and the majority of the masters responded. You were the only one who did not respond. He knelt down, slightly concerned, and turned to face you. "Hey, look at me, are you all right?"

Your head felt like it was about to explode, and the ringing in your ears didn't help. Because you couldn't understand what Stephen was saying, you simply extended your hand to him. His oversized hand gently held you while he brushed some hair behind your ear.

“Y/N?” He asked, distressed, and this time you heard him.

"Yea," you said out of breath, then felt a sharp pain that made you gasp.

"Oh my God, are you all right?" Pulling you closer, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his chest.

"I'm fine," you said as you swayed slightly, and the sorcerer tried to hold you, but when you pulled away from him, he stopped.

"Are you certain because—"

"I told you I'm fine, Stephen. Thank you very much." In an irritated tone, you interrupted him. You couldn't look at him when he was like this.

He frowned, but before he could respond, he heard Wong yell.

“Strange!” The all-powerful sorcerer turned to face him. Imagine his surprise when America and Rintrah followed the Sorcerer Supreme closely.

Seeing America with a large scratch on her face caused his heart to race.

"Before you get mad, just so you know, Rintrah would have died if I hadn't been here." The girl spoke quickly, not giving him a chance to respond.

"But isn't he a better sorcerer than you?" You questioned, not understanding how she could have saved him.

"With all due respect, Master Strange, her multiversal punches are lethal. She was responsible for the deaths of more than half of the creatures." The minotaur elaborated

"America, when we get home, we're going to have such a long talk." If looks could kill, America would be for sure dead.

The other masters have already left, leaving only the five of them in the courtyard.

"Look, this conversation doesn't need to go any further; let's get you both to the healers." Getting up, the doctor slowly pulls his wings, tentacles, and other inhuman features back inwards, leaving him looking human.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany them." Wong said, slightly strangely looking at Stephen.

"You don't have to—"

"I said that I will accompany them. You can thank me later." Finally realizing the meaning of the look he gave Stephen, Wong created a portal, leaving only Stephen and you in the courtyard.

There was an awkward pause between the two of you, before he started talking. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"I am; don't worry." you asked as you turned to face him with an expression he couldn't read. "And you?"

"Why wouldn't I be?” Stephen looks confused at you.

"Well, you were thrown against a wall." He looks embarrassed, and you chuckle just a little.

"Uh, yea. I simply wasn't paying attention because I was a little distracted. " he says awkwardly while looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry."

You look at him confused as he further explains "I know you're frightened by my appearance and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable earlier,"

"Sorry, what?" As he finally has the courage to look into your eyes, you watch him in total confusion. "When did I ever claim to be afraid of your appearance?" As Stephen watches you in astonishment, you move a step closer to him.

"You're not? " He inquires with a slightly trembling voice because, if he were being completely honest, the way you behaved around him didn't give the impression that you were not afraid of him.

"Of course not, Stephen." He was at the very least shocked.

"But I—I don't understand" He looked at you for an answer as he painfully sighed.

"You really believed I was afraid of you?" You stare at him as he nods slowly, feeling your heart break, and you finally give him a hug after a long time. He immediately envelops you in his own arms to keep you close.

You pulled away from him and Stephen found himself mourning his wife’s warmth.

“Steph..” you say as you put a hand on his cheek and he leans in “The reason I avoid this subject—“ you pause for a moment to find the right words, not wanting to hurt his feelings more than you already did “My heart hurts whenever I think of what you’ve done to yourself for me. When I see you like that, all that I can think is that you destroyed yourself just so you can be with me.”

You try to hold back some tears without much success “Was it worth it?”

He steps back a little and gently wipes away your tears, which makes you feel even worse about yourself. “I would do it again in a heartbeat. I was so miserable without you, Y/N. How could I live without you when you are my world?”

Your voice betrays you and you simply can't tell him anything. Instead, you grasp his robes and simply pull him down for a kiss. It is slow and tender, but when you try to back away to catch your breath, Stephen grabs you by the back of the neck with one hand and pulls you closer while planting a soft kiss on your lips once more.

Even then, you don't part from each other when you stop kissing. The tips of your noses lightly brush as the sorcerer taps his forehead against yours. Both of you close your eyes as you slide a hand into each other's hair and simply enjoy each other's company.

This was more intimate even after the two of you had kissed; you could both feel the magic and energy between you.

In comparison to him, you could feel how much weaker your magic was. His was so heavy and dark, while yours was so light. Even so, you didn't feel threatened by it; somewhat, it seemed to be trying to protect you.

"Oh God, how I missed you." He gives a shaky reply.

“You know that I love you,right?” At that the neurosurgeon feels his heart will melt

“I love you so much. You can’t even imagine.” He says as he kisses your hair

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A Strange feelng: Prolouge

Descrption: the proluge to a new series im starting! the reader (Emma) joinedthe sourcers when her life crumbled after the blip. She thought she had lost everything until she met him, Doctor Stephen Strange and now my friends she has a strange feelng that everything is going to be better. hopefully he feels the same way.

You don’t know what you’re doing here, you’re supposed to be studying the history of kamar taj yet you find yourself staring at an open portal to the new york sanctum, his sanctum. His words filtered through your head ‘whatever you need I’ll try and get it for you’ you hope that offer extended to emotional support. Someone to tell you you were being stupid and not to quit something just because it’s getting hard. Just like Jasmine had always reminded you. But she wasn’t here anymore, she was gone and so was mum. And that's why you’re here ignoring the way your heart is pounding out your chest, and how you’re sure the bottle of bourbon you have clutched in your hand will break. But you take a step forward, you made it the difficult bit. Now all you have to do is seek emotional comfort from the sourcer whom everyone but you and Wong believes is detached from the rest of the world, gripping what little control he had left of his life, just like you. 

The new york sanctum was different from the others, it felt inviting in its own way if you ignore the crumbling ceilings and rickety staircases it was somewhat humble, it felt like a shield for the planet. You heaved yourself up the multiple staircases to the room you knew he’d be sat in. It was raining outside, the soft rumble of thunder humming in the distance not quite becoming a storm but far from calm. You saw his silhouette outlined from the dim light in the window slouched slightly in the chair, the clinking of the ice in his already poured drink being the only sound besides the thunder.

“You shouldn’t sit in the dark, it's bad for your eyes. As a doctor I figured you’d know this.” Your voice started him a little as he turned around.

“Emma,What are you doing here?” He says in a mildly irritated sound. 

“I’m sorry you just said if i ever needed anything and i- I brought bourbon.” You tilt up the bottle and his face lightens up a bit

“Is that the good stuff you hide in your room?” He watches as you nod and flicks his finger illuminating the room with candles that had been placed around the room. You then somehow as if by magic end up next to him, his arm chair becoming a sofa big enough for the both of you to sit at a comfortable distance. “So? How can I be of assistance to you?” He says refilling his glass and filling yours.

“I don’t know really, i just got sick of being alone i guess and you’re the only person i can stand being around lately, other than wong but the sorcerer supreme has higher duties than listening to my blabbering mouth.” You take a drink from your glass wincing slightly, it was stronger than you thought.

“And how did you know I'd be awake? It is 3:25 am.” He laughed

“Because you come across as a pretty sleep deprived doctor I must say.” 

“Well takes one to know one, really whats wrong?” He moves his arm to rest on the couch cushion his fingers just slightly away from your hair. You pretend to ignore the way his robes tense around his surprisingly muscular arms.

“Its been 8 months, today i mean, since the blip. Which means to me its eight months since i lost her and i just struggle seeing what all of this is.”

“This?” He tilts his head

“Me sat here in these less fashionable robes with Doctor Strange, the wizard who helped save the universe. And me, a vet tech who got let go from her job due to a purple space guy and is now learning how to teleport. It doesn’t make sense.” You choke on the last few words you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

“You really think, I understand all this? I go to bed everyday with a floating cloak at the end of my bed after spending the whole day making sure our reality is correct. But i do it because its what I believe is my purpose.” He stops for a minute watching as a lone tear falls from your eye “you didn’t come here to fix everything, you knew you couldn’t change what happened, and you stayed because you thought you could find your purpose. Don’t give that up.” He looks away at the rain pattering against the domed window. “I had lost everything when I came, I came to fix my hands, but I was taught something, this cost me alot but life is full of sacrifices. Don’t give up because things aren’t always in a straight line.” He turned to you, his eye’s glistening as if he was tearing up. 

Those words, they were the same as what jasmine told you, and they were both right, she never gave up, so why should you.

“You know my sister used to tell me that.” You laugh, wiping your eyes.

“From what I hear she sounds like a good person.” His hands graze the loose strands of your hair, he stops when you notice but then finds his hand in your hair again when you don’t object.

“She was great, really. I sometimes struggled to understand how she managed everything. She was the one who told mum to get treatment, even recommend some of your research. The handsome guy with the salt and pepper hair my mum would say.” You blush slightly at the last sentence and are then struck with a mild amount of boldness “personally I’d agree.”

“Well at least we established i'm handsome tonight.” He took a smug drink from his glass

“So why were you up?” You ask

“It's not important.” He shakes his head

“C’mone I won’t tell anyone you have feelings.” You nudge him slightly.

“Fine, well i’ve had something on my mind recently. But im not quite sure how to approach it.” His arm moves from your head to his kneck, he looked nervous.

“Well maybe i can help?” You prop yourself up slightly like a teenager listening to the latest gossip.

“Well I don’t know it's sort of a big thing.” He laughs “there's someone i cant get out of my head and i was wondering if she feels the same but im not sure how to approach the situation.” He looks away again playing with the rim of his glass. Your chest tightens a little at the words of him liking a girl, but at the end of the day it was just a crush and you had to swallow your pride and deal with it.

“Well show her how you feel, its not always the best to wait on theses things.” You pretend to smile pretending like this wasn’t bothering you.

“You really think I should go for it?” He turned to you, with one brow raised and a sheepish grin on his face.

“What's the worst that could happen?” You nod and shuffle slight as you swirl your drink, he cleared his throat and put his drink of the coffee table. You looked at him for a moment and could almost be sure he was looking at your lips. He began to lean in closer, pressing his lips against yours. You weren't expecting it, so you didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away. Eventually he pulled away with a blush.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me-“ 

“No no- i just, i just want to test something.” You grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him back, this time he didn’t hesitate he locked you bodies together holding you close allowing his tongue to dance with yours for a moment. You eventually parted allowing yourselves to take a breath

“Huh, how was it?” He asked wiping his mouth 

“Pretty good, can I just get a second opinion?” You ask and he nodded, pulling you in again to repeat the process. “Yeah well i have to say, pretty successful move, she liked it.” You blush eventually pulling apart.

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A/N: this si just a prolouge so is very subject to change, I really like doing the reader pov with a character i can mould myself a little this is because im not a huge fan of y/n feel like it doesn't give me the freedom to write and develop my characters. And in regards to Thats not how i'd do it, i will be alternating between chapters when i cannot think of something fo the other so hopefully this allows me to become more active. I'm really excited to see where this goes and hope you are too! <3

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I can't seem to get him out of my head recently, and with the wonderful suggestion from @ironstrange1991, I would like to present to you some headcanons I have on Supreme Strange/838-Strange with the gn!reader.

He has kept most of the people in his life at arms distance after becoming the sorcerer supreme. He was still close with Christine, but their relationship was never the same after his accident.

When Stephen created the Illuminati with Reed Richards, he knew that they had to be selective when it came to the people that would be working in the building. Not only were doctors, scientists, and engineers needed; they also needed people to work on the clerical side of the business.

Stephen, Reed, Peggy, Maria, Blackagar, and Charles were always busy with superhero duties and projects within the Illuminati. It was Susan Richards' idea to interview and pick assistants for the team.

Susan saw potential in you. She was a people person and was known for seeing right through people (She can turn invisible after all). She could tell that you were serious about your work, and your references were outstanding.

She put you with Stephen Strange, MD, and PH.D. Sorcerer Supreme.

The beginning of your partnership was rocky. He treated you as a glorified coffee runner and errand boy. One day, he had been harsh on you. Stephen was having an off day, and when you arrived to his office a minute late with his coffee he insulted you up one side and down the next.

You burst out in anger at him, yelling that you were the only one who put up with his demands and attitude. Nobody else would be willing to listen to his every complaint and not comment back, or how after all of these weeks you still showed up to work determined to make his day as smooth as possible.

After realizing what you had done, you left the building. You were too ashamed of yourself, having yelled at the most powerful being on the Earth over luke warm coffee and missed placed reports.

You never planned on going back to the Illuminati Headquarters until you realized you didn't clear your desk off before leaving. there were pictures there that were important to you along with an old knick-knack your aunt gave you when you were a child.

You returned the next day to the office, the normal time you would normally get there. You figured you would have at least ten minutes to get everything and leave before Stephen Strange would show up.

To your surprise, you found Stephen sitting in your office chair. There were two cups of coffee sitting on the desk, one with his name and the other with yours.

I've never been the most enjoyable person to work with. I want to apologize

You sat in the chair that faced your desk, Stephen remaining in your seat. The two of you conversed the entirety of the morning discussing how both of you had strengths and weaknesses the other had. The both of you slowly nursing the coffees.

After that explosion, the two of you seemed to be working better. In fact, Reed Richards had commented often to Stephen asking how he had a better assistant than he did.

Stephen would give you gifts on your birthday and for major holidays. He took note of what you liked, and stalked your social media to find any hobbies or interests of yours.

You always commented on how incredible the gifts were or how they were too nice to accept.

He would tell you how you deserved them. After all, you had to put up with his attitude and demanding schedule.

Your co-workers would stare at the two of you, and make remarks amongst themselves trying to figure out if you were just working for him or if you were also sleeping with him.

You didn't know about these comments until you attended a staff party. You went by yourself, joining the rest of the personal assistants. they were a good group of friends to have, it was the aids around the office that often stirred gossip.

They approached your group, a couple of them obviously drunk. "We know you're sleeping with Doctor Strange. You need to drop your act and give that position up to somebody who actually works and deserves that position."

You stared at the woman who approached the group. You didn't have to explain yourself to them, but you could not risk Stephen finding out your professional relationship with him had been a hot topic of gossip.

That was when you felt an all too familiar presence stand behind you. That and you say the fabric of his Cloak resting a few inches above the floor. "So what if we were sleeping together? Our productivity times and outcomes succeed those of Dr. Richards."

He watched as the woman's body language began to shrink, taking a step back toward her friends. "If I were you, i'd choose my next words very wisely."

The group ended up leaving, mumbling to themselves as the sulked back to the bar. You had turned around, seeing your friends had left. No doubt they left when Stephen came along, not many people tended to stay around when Stephen was there.

"That was nothing, I swear." You told him, hoping it did not make him upset.

He looked at you, briefly shaking his head. "They were bothering you, no need to apologize."

Stephen then asked you to leave with him, finding the staff party dull and lifeless. The two of you ended up at the Sanctum Sactorm where you had your own little party with Masters Mordo and Wong.

The next morning came, and you felt like you were hit by a bus. As your vision cleared up you realized you were not in your own bed. Looking to your side, you saw Stephen sound asleep. His bare chest was exposed, the both of you covered in a bed sheet. You spotted your clothes mixed in with his just past him on the floor.

Ah great, now those rumors were true.

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Things you learn when you then watch the movie with Audio Commentary by the Creatives.

Rewatching Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness, this time with Commentary by Director Sam Raimi and Michael Waldron and Producer Richard Palmer, about 27 minutes into the movie, we come to find out that there was originally a sub-theme written for Everybody’s Favorite Sorcerer Supreme Wong.

Seems that Michael Waldron wrote a “love line” that Wong had with his right-hand woman, Sarah. There was a scene that took place before Wanda arrives at Karma-Taj and starts wrecking shop.

As it happened all the focus was wanted on the main characters, so even the suggestion of a love story for Wong’s character got diminished and eventually just cut.

ICYMI, Sarah is the Black woman who we see in the battle against Wanda, loading one of the cannons. The cannon is destroyed and Sara gets thrown by the blast. We see her hit the ground. They showed her.

Later, after Wong is captured by Wanda because of something he knows about the Darkhold, we see someone sneak into Wanda’s Lair and find him. It’s Sara.

What happens in that brief dialogue she and Wong have, and the look exchanged between the two of them before she does what she does? I saw that and I thought, waitaminute…they’re not just colleagues. What’s happened between these two?!?

What happened, unless we get a flashback, we might not ever see, but dammit, I hope he tells someone about his Sara one of these days. I would have loved to have met the woman who was the Sorcerer Supreme’s Right Hand Woman. She must’ve been pretty Supreme herself, because nobody at Karma-Taj is half-steppin’. Especially the Assistant to the Sorcerer Supreme.

BTW, if there’s audio commentary available, especially with the Director and/or the Writer(s), listen to that ish. It’s fascinating.

Well, at least it is to me. Then again, I like how the sausage gets made. (If you just heard the intro bars to The Room Where It Happens, I see you.)

Anyway, in the Commentary, you can find out all kinds of stuff like what inspires the production designer, the costuming, the look of the film, and you might find out what the writer(s) wanted to do, and how sometimes it’s what you wanted to see as well, but for various and sundry reasons, it gets whittled down, cut or changed.

Or you can just watch the movie and just be hella-entertained without knowing all o’ that other stuff. It’s all good.

ADDENDUM: I highly recommend Black Panther with Audio Commentary as well. Director Ryan Coogler and Academy Award-winning Production Designer Hannah Beachler go all in, and it’s wonderful.

The depth of thought and consideration that went into every aspect of that movie is…listen. When they talked about having Eric Stevens’s Dad’s gold chain that in the opening scene ibeing specifically the herringbone style, because <i>that was the style of chain popular in Oakland in the early 1990’s</i>??? I mean…Come On!!

Anyway, I’ll stop now. Thanks for reading this far and indulging me!

#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #commentary #sam raimi #michael waldron #richard palmer #sorcerer supreme wong #wong x sara #wong’s sara #sunday morning ruminations #possible fanfic idea

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Just My Type - The Unexpected Visitor (Strange x Reader)

The Unexpected Visitor - Rated T

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Request: NO

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Brief language, implied suggestive content

Summary: Takes place BEFORE the events of Just My Type (read HERE). As a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum Sanctorum, you've grown used to unexpected chaos. What exactly happened to get Stephen so jealous during that visit from Thor?

You were in the kitchen when you initially heard the commotion. It was around lunchtime and both you and Stephen had felt a bit peckish. Speaking of the great Sorcerer Supreme, he was supposed to help you with preparing the meal. As great of a cook as you were, no amount of magic would have helped you juggle three tasks at once – even if it wasn’t banned by a certain librarian. Wong always was hesitant to grant the two of you sorcery privileges outside of battles and training. 

“One must not become overly dependent on your abilities,” he had warned once. “If you rely on spells to complete simple tasks, you will give into the temptation.”

“Ah, yes,” you couldn’t help but snicker as you gave your best Yoda impression. “Temptation, greed, laziness…a sorcerer craves not these things.”

As per usual, the librarian was not amused. 

Unfortunately (and a little too conveniently, you might add), Stephen claimed he had a matter to attend to before he could join you at the table. There was a clatter at the front door as you flipped another grilled cheese on the pan. You weren’t expecting company that day, but that idea was put to rest as the Cloak of Levitation zoomed through the kitchen door to find Stephen. His matter must have something to do with the company, you realized a few minutes later. Allowing curiosity to overtake you, you risked a glance into the hair to reveal a familiar head of long blonde hair.

“Thor Odinson,” Stephen’s low gravelly voice echoed against the halls as he floated throughout the Sanctum to greet his guest. There was the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. It was almost as if he was pleased to have caught the Norse god off guard. “God of Thunder. You can put down the umbrella.”

A grin spread across your face and you set the tray of sandwiches down to skip into the Sanctum’s room of archives. Thor’s hair had grown out even more since you last saw him in Sokovia. “Thor!” you exclaimed as you neared the man to hug him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What brings you to our humble abode?”

After years of grief from your parents’ car accident, you had gone on a trip of self-discovery, where you met the Ancient One and Baron Mordo. You had used the Mystic Arts to protect numerous innocent lives, assisting the Avengers on occasion. In fact, you had been a founding- and youngest- member of the Avengers. You fought side-by-side with the Norse god and your compatriots during the Chitauri invasion of 2012. When an unexpected injury rendered you useless on the sidelines after Germany, you turned your attention back to the teachings of Kamar-Taj. It ended up being for the best, as you were able to return to maintaining a secret identity before needing to sign the Accords. 

You were delighted to hear Thor deliver his usual chipper greeting to you, the one where he referred to you as Asgardian royalty. “It appears I have been summoned,” he remarked. “Shortly after I witnessed my brother be swallowed up by an orange circle.”

Stephen cleared his throat from behind you, suddenly alerting you of his presence. “Yeah,” he admitted, “that would have been me.”

“So earth has, uh, wizards now, hm?” the blonde-haired man chuckled to himself. He allowed his fingers to trace along the edges of each Shard of Gaea, which were settled on a nearby mahogany table. He looked to enjoy the smooth feeling of the crystal against the skin. It didn’t take long for him to apply too harsh of a touch. The fragile pieces slid onto the table below. No matter how hard he attempted to fix it, Thor couldn’t help but sheepishly grin as the entire display ended up on the wooden surface. 

You had to cover your face with your hand in order to prevent a snort from slipping out. 

“The preferred term is ‘Master of the Mystic Arts,’” Stephen corrected in a terrible attempt to continue the conversation with a nonchalant tone. “You can put that down now.”

“Alright, wizard. Who are you? Why should I care?” Thor gestured to you. “And when did you take this one from their home? Surely Midgardians are now far above kidnapping for pleasurable services.”

You nearly choked. “We’re-” you stuttered. “We’re not together, Thor.”

Stephen, however, managed to remain unfazed from the comments. “My name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I have some questions for you. Take a seat.” He levitated into his favorite armchair. He then rested his head against one of his brown leather gloves. “Tea?”

“I don’t drink tea .” Thor replied, rather indignantly, as if he was appalled by the fact the Sorcerer Supreme even suggested he try the beverage. He eyed the teacup in his hand with a calculating and narrow stare. Even you could tell that it was much too small and dainty for a man of his size. 

“Then what do you drink?” Stephen asked again.

“Not tea.” You watched with a smirk as the teacup transformed into a transparent glass stein that settled in his right hand. The liquid followed soon after. While you thought it looked like a beer, you knew far too well that it was a much stronger elixir: a brew strong enough to give even the more stubborn of Norse gods a late night buzz. 

“So I keep a watchlist of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world,” Stephen’s serious tone and stare cut through the God of Thunder. You felt a bit uncomfortable from your position against the wall. “Your adopted brother, Loki…is one of those beings.”

“A worthy inclusion.” Thor nodded in approval as he finished the first stein. The solemn look was replaced by furrowed brows and an intense stare as he curiously watched the glass container refill on its own. 

You couldn’t help but agree. The last time the blonde’s adopted brother came to visit the planet, he had attempted global domination. Half of New York had paid the price for his greed. Restoration crews had increased their fees, making the clean up even more Your team hadn’t been without grief, either. Phil Coulson had given his life that day. He was killed by Loki’s hand. Needless to say, it was definitely a good idea to have him on the watchlist.  

“Then why bring him here?” Strange leaned closer, eyebrows knitting together.

“We’re looking for my father.” Thor responded very matter-of-factly as he raised the stein back to his lips again. 

“So…if I were to tell you where Odin was, all parties concerned would promptly return to Asgard?” Stephen.

“Promptly.” Well, that was certainly a relief. 

“Great!” Stephen leans back in the seat, a pleased smile across his features. “Then I’ll help you.”

“If you knew where he was, then why didn’t you call me?” Thor frowned at the sorcerer before him. 

“I have to tell you, he was adamant that he not be disturbed,” Stephen replied. “Your father said he had chosen to remain in exile.” 

“Hm…” Thor was having a difficult time believing his explanation, you could tell. 

“And you don’t have a phone.” Stephen continued. 

“No…I don’t have a phone,” Thor conceded. “But you could have sent, uh, uh, an electronic letter. It’s called an email?”

“Yeah, do you have a computer?” you asked him gently. In the entire time you knew the Asgardian, he had never shown an interest in modern technology. Perhaps his position changed after the little show-down between the Avengers over the Accords. 

Thor shook his head with a raised eyebrow. “No, what for?” 

“Uh huh...” Stephen wasn’t impressed by any means.

“Anyway,” Thor continued with a tight smile and an additional sip, “my father is no longer in exile, so if you could tell me where he is, I can take him home.” 

“Gladly. He’s in Norway.” Stephen rose to his feet and waved his hands to send the three of you to another part of the Sanctum. He held a large text in his hands, a collection of ancient spells in a language you couldn’t understand. “Just seeing whether this incantation requires any Asgardian modifications….” He muttered, rifling through the pages. A moment later, he glanced up and snapped the book shut. “Nope!”

The scene around you shifted again and you almost stumbled into one of the many shelves in the library. You placed your hand on Thor’s shoulder in order to balance on your feet. Your fellow Avenger appeared a bit disoriented, as well, but still opted to poke along the shelves. His hands found a copy of Vashanti’s Protection Spells; Volume I , which caused you to smile. 

“One of the strongest sorcerers in all of history,” you remarked with a nod. Reaching out for the book, you took a step closer to show Thor some of the illustrations included. “Good luck reading it, though. Sanskrit is incredibly tricky…even for Google Translate.” 

“Oh, we don’t need that.” Stephen’s voice called when he noticed your attention was elsewhere. He was greatly enjoying messing with the God of Thunder at this point, but he had required an audience. There was a smug smirk that you noticed quivering against his lips as he walked past.

Thor put down the stein rather abruptly onto the bookshelf. “Will you stop…doing that?”

“Stephen,” you tried to reason. “You know what happens when you excessively transport throughout a space-”

“Can I…I need a…just…one strand of your hair.” Stephen ignored your reasoning, clearly amused by the entire situation. 

Oh god, you thought to yourself. This won’t end well. You remembered life in Avengers Tower when Thor would visit. No one could use the bathroom for hours on end. Every strand of hair needed to be perfect or else it would be a dark and stormy night in New York.

“Let me explain something,” Thor’s tone was hard-pressed now. He lifted his index finger as he reprimanded the Sorcerer Supreme. “My hair is not to be meddled with- OW.”

Without another word, Stephen took the singular strand and began to spin it into a spell. Even though you had been practicing the Mystic Arts for years, the simplicity of magic in the air was awe-inspiring. Your stare was short-lived, however, as you were sent skidding down the main staircase. Stephen had sent the three of you back into the foyer, although he appeared more focused on generating a portal to get the hunky man out of his house. 

“We could have just walked,” Thor remarked as he brushed the nonexistent dirt off of his olive green jacket. He leaned down to help you up. You were grateful for his increasingly firm grip as you were lifted back to your feet. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “Not the first time I’ve fallen down on these things.”

 A small smile flickered across Thor’s features. “If my memory serves me correctly,” he replied, not loosening his grip, “you were the most clumsy.” He chuckled again. “And so very tiny.”

“Okay, that’s not fair and you know it. Bird boy tripped me on purpose! I wouldn’t have fallen into that fountain if it-”

“He’s waiting for you,” Stephen’s voice was void of any emotion now as he interrupted your conversation. He glanced over and nodded his head toward the open portal – a lush green meadow with a cloudy and blue sky. 

“Alright.” Begrudgingly, Thor released his grip on your wrist. There were a few quick breaths as he briefly shut his eyes. You couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t seen Odin- the real Odin- in years. It probably wasn’t going to be the easiest of reunions. “It was nice to see you again,” he gave you a nod after speaking your full name. 

“Ah, don’t forget your umbrella,” Stephen glances behind Thor as he says this, almost as though he forgot where it was placed early on.

“Oh yes,” Thor held out his right hand again, remaining silent in concentration. There was a chorus of shattering glass and ceramic as Mjolnir, disguised as an umbrella, soared through the Sanctum Sanctorum. Why Thor chose to mask his unique hammer, you had no idea. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be recognized without it. “Sssssssssorry,” looking entirely unapologetic as the disguised weapon flew into his hand. He brushes the shards of glass off and onto the floor, causing a frustrated groan to escape your lips.

“I just swept the floors yesterday,” you lamented. “Wong’s going to kill me.”

“And I suppose I’ll need my brother back.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Stephen took a step back and began a circular motion toward the ceiling to conjure an orange portal. A second later, you heard a yell as Loki fell onto the tiled floor, greasy haircut and all. 

“I HAVE BEEN FALLING,” he shouted, “FOR THIRTY MINUTES.”

“You can handle it from here,” Stephen said to Thor. 

“Yes, of course,” Thor nodded. “Thank you very much for your help.”

“Good luck,” although Stephen’s attitude had been bitter throughout the visit, you could tell he still did care about what happened with Odin. The two of you had discovered he was staying at Shady Acres Retirement Home months ago. Strange had sent you undercover to make sure the man was taken care of, leading to him developing a special connection with him as well. They’d meet for tea and discuss any potential mystical threats – especially those from other realms. 

“Handle me?” Loki gaped. He unsheathed knives from his person, falling into a battle stance. That’s when he locked eyes with you. “You. I remember you.” He tilted his head to appear menacingly. “The last time we met–”

“I kicked your ass,” you interrupted him. “How’d that concrete taste?”

“No better than the bitterness of blood your fellow soldier tasted.” The God of Mischief gave a soft chuckle. “Oh, how I’ve missed this. The Midgardian banter. You must think yourself ever so clever. Well I assure you that the next time we meet, I will not be so disadvantaged.”

“Loki…” Thor warned in true big brother fashion. 

Yet Loki didn’t stop. He turned his attention back to the Sorcerer Supreme. “And you. You think you’re some kind of sorcerer. Now don’t think for one minute you second-rate-”

“Alright, bye bye.” Stephen moved the portal to collect both Thor and Loki. It is only the two of you remaining in the Sanctum now. 

“Well, that was fun,” you said sarcastically.

All you received in return was a slow eye roll from Stephen. “You certainly enjoyed yourself. Catching up with an old ‘friend.’ You never told me you knew the Avengers.”

You shrugged. “It was a long time ago. Besides, I didn’t see how it was relevant.”

When Stephen didn’t respond, you stood in the foyer and glanced around the room. Easily growing accustomed to the returning silence, you let out a sigh. “I’ll go get the broom,” you said to no one in particular. 

This would certainly be an interesting clean up. . . 

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Author's Note: Welcome to the sequel that nobody asked for but I'm posting anyway!! To celebrate over 1,000 hits(!!) of this fic over on my AO3 (frostandflames), I thought it would be fun to expand upon this oneshot.

I have to admit, this was way too much fun to write! Benedict and Chris H's interactions were just gold in this scene. I almost didn't want to insert the Reader character in because I wasn't sure what I could do to expand it. But I'm so glad I did, because it brought us here. Thank you all again for the support on all of my works. I really appreciate every single one of you -- without readers like you, I'm pretty sure I'd still be staring blankly at a page just wishing I could write fics like this for others.

As usual, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and a reblog. It really helps me out and lets me know what other content you'd like to see on my blog! :)

#stephen strange #frostandflamesfanfic #marvel mcu #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange fluff #doctor strange imagine #dr stephen strange #thor ragnarok #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #implied!thor x reader

[yellowocaballero]

I'm reading the dr. strange of 1997 meets peter of 1999999(99999 or however many) and I was really really hoping that peter would get to Assistant and YES! It's happening! Also-- Ben Reilly ^_^ :D :D :D

[I report in opening up my laptop for the first time in a week and I can finally catch up on my asks!!!]

YES thank you, that story is quick and silly but it was very persistent in my brain. I think Peter deserves better than Yet Another White Man (the title of the doc was "peter parker needs a white man or he dies") but the odd couple-ness is just too good to resist. And I really wanted to showcase something that I really like about Earth-1997 Strange - his weird and sideways wisdom, the kind that you can only get through really being around the fucking block. I think that kind of voice was the one Peter needed - someone who doesn't quite mentor him, but who gives him a perspective that he needs.

I also liked showcasing Strange's life. It is a two person company and his job is customer service. He is a minor government official at an underfunded office, handyman, and a tech repair guy. His life is American Dragon Jake Long. He used to be the most highly respected surgeon in the US and now lava monsters want to call his manager. He is the most powerful sorcerer in the world and he does pest control. I think he very much assumed that (like in canon), being Sorcerer Supreme would give him back his talent and skill and importance and respect, and then he had to learn that sometimes the most important thing the most skilled person in the world can do is to do the thankless tasks that nobody will ever recognize.

Which I think makes him a fun and appropriate match-up for Peter. All Peter's ever wanted to do is help the little guy, to do the thankless and small work that means the world to people. They've both had to learn responsibility. But I think MCU Peter needs to learn to be a STUBBORN ASSHOLE and stop SEEKING VALIDATION FROM AUTHORITY FIGURES so I think Strange can teach him a lot about being insufferable.

And yes I really wracked my brain trying to think of something to do with Peter in this one, but every Peter I thought of was just Ultimate Peter (or, actually, Peter in a different AU of mine, which is already ideal Peter for me, and I'm not doing a SLIH remake). So I decided to just write actual legitimate canon Peter for the first time in my life (he's FUN but oh god every line of dialogue has to be witty he's difficult to write) and just majorly fuck up Ben Reilly. Really enjoy how out of left field it is. I love being bizarre. Thanks for the ask!

#my writing #also just in my personal opinion but DUI instead of texting and driving just means SO much more #i hope this doesn't give the impression that i like dr strange i hate the bitch

[doctorofmagic]

hello, I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you can clarify something for me that I’m just a *tad* confused by.

I know Stephen and Clea separated on good terms a while ago because they had responsibilities to attend to (but obviously they still love each other). but did they ever get officially divorced?

thank you in advance. I hope it’s not a difficult question. I’d just love to make sure I’m not forgetting/misunderstanding anything. :)

Hello! I'm doing good, thanks for asking! How about you?

Answering your question... No, they never got an official divorce. Even in the cursed Fearless Defenders, when Clea requests one, they never touch the subject again.

They give "divorced" vibes in Cates' and Waid's respective runs, but truth be told, they are not your typical married couple since they are from different dimensions and their cerimony was more like a spell that binds their souls.

So, in short, no divorce. Their souls remained bound and they never had a chance to talk about it except for this issue (Doctor Strange v4 Annual #1).

This is so true that, in Jed's run, they treat each other as spouses as soon as they reunite, as if their status as a separated couple was never officialized. Or at least this is how the chronology for this specific issue works haha.

I hope I was able to answer your question. It's confusing but if you read all their interactions after Sorcerer Supreme, this is the best you'll get when it comes to canon.

Thank you for passing by!

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #spouses supreme #clea strange #stephen strange #doctor strange #marvel comics

[shima0021]

My two SD Gundam World OCs

- Hisahide Gundam Virsago

A really unpredictible researcher who work for Nobunaga Gundam Epyon in Musha World,mostly he researching for make inovation building with high tech. He even creating a castle that can used as space battle ship, he is be a friendly person only to get something he want,he is dangerous person that you cant trust 100%. He actually work for his lord with term that his lord dont bother him during holiday time. Beside he is a genius researcher,he also good at cooking and tea ceremony. He often let his lord in dangerous with excuse “its not my job to joining battle”,he also like to lets a villain enter his lord territory because he want watch his lord beat up a villain who think they can take down his lord. He is friended with Rikyu Gundam and he kinda hate his lord behavior that do what he like without think that his decision are too risky and hate when his lord parking the flying castle wrong way.

-Doctor Strange Turn A Gundam

The Sorcerer in Neo World who always dealing with police department due police often mistaking him as bad guy who stealing treasure from museum,he slowly be ally to the police elite team and assist them when theres a mysterius creepy case happen like he become their private consultant too. He often be called “the white mustache doll” due how his head look. He kinda the same like the Doctor Strange overall except there is no such thing as “sorcerer supreme”. he spend his time mostly in a library in the city and roaming around at random when midnight time. He friended with Sergeant Verde Buster in Neo World and Merlin Gundam in Knight World. He also never experience multiverse thing or meets a Doctor Strange variant

#sd gundam #sd gundam ocs #sd gundam world heroes #artwork #art #illustration #my art #my artwork #my characters #original characters #sd gundam oc #sd gundam world #oc #yes a another doctor strange variant #doctor strange variant #stephen strange variant

[cherryfinolahobbes]

Dani knocked at the door of the Sanctum Sanctorum. “Excuse me, are you the Sorcerer Supreme Wong?” Asked the gigantic beast of a young woman. @jamesfactscalvin

“I am,” Wong said, studying the woman in front of him. “How can I be of assistance?”

#jamesfactscalvin #Dani

[mianmimi]

Random Earth 838 omegaverse headcanon: Omega Mordo wears more layers than necessary and when Alpha Stephen tells him he doesn’t need to do that he goes “baring my bondmark/scent gland like some sort of floozy??” He’s traditional like that lol, calls Stephen “my alpha” as a petname and enjoys the role of a traditional omega. Even though they’re both aware that Mordo’s more than capable on his own, Stephen loves to be the typical chivalrous protective alpha for his omega ❤️

Hello dear Nonny! I know this ask has been here forever and a day. I was writing a little drabble for it 🙈 I’m sorry for the delay. Also sorry for how the drabble kinda goes off the rails a bit at the end 😆 Enjoy ♥️ And I’m also sorry cause it’s not the best of my attempts, got a lot on my mind recently 😞 But I’m trying.

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“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Stephen watched from the bed, his gaze filled with soft amusement as Karl readied himself before a grand mirror.

“Not at all,” Karl said. He adjusted his regalia, soothing the faint creases on his thick emerald collar. He looked at the reflection, first of himself, then of his lover. Stephen was casually laying on their bed, peppered hair a mess, with a smile melting through his face with such genuine sweetness it made Karl’s belly flutter.

“No one here minds,” Stephen’s deep voice drew out his sleepy words. “It’s New York. Omegas expose their bondmarks as much as their faces. You know some cultures even encourage it.”

“And that's wonderful,” Karl said. “But it isn’t part of my culture.”

The omega turned to face his alpha, hands threading through his locks to secure the jewlery that fell off that past night.

“I won’t have anyone else knowing my scent,” Mordo approached Stephen, his steps solid and graceful. He cupped Stephen’s cheek gently, the soft palm warming at the smile that met it.

“Oh? Supreme privileges?” Stephen teased. “Is that written in the bylaws somewhere?”

Karl’s face eased. Years ago his family would have readily arranged that for him, matching him with nothing less than a master or a supreme. Romance was a happy surprise if you found it in a marriage, but it certainly wasn’t needed. It was enough for an alpha to protect and provide. And gods if you were truly fortunate, your alpha might even respect you. All those things and more he believed, accepted, and expected.

Until he met the mess of a man known as Stephen Strange, a man who opened his eyes to the possibility of love beyond a marriage contract or a bond.

“Supremes can change,” Karl said. “You could lose your title, your rank, and all those privileges you adore. But you act like it’s guaranteed to you forever. All it takes is one poor choice and you can lose it.”

“Not happening,” Stephen said. “Not to me.”

“Why? Afraid someone will take what’s yours?” Karl asked.

“The things that matter, yes.” Stephen said. He lifted Karl’s palm and kissed it gently. The omega allowed it before slipping away from him. And just as he predicted, Stephen leaned in to keep their contact.

“You don’t look so sleepy anymore,” Karl said, stepping away from the bed. “Hurry up and get ready. It isn’t proper for the Sorcerer Supreme to be late.”

His doe eyes brightened, satisfied when Stephen at last swung his legs on the side of the bed and stood with a stretch. By the time he stepped out he would look as he should, nothing less than the regal Supreme. But for now he was simply an alpha shaking off his sleep.

“Let them wait,” Stephen said, throwing his hand up lightly. “They can wait. I said so. Supreme privileges.”

“Well someone has to tell them you decided to sleep in. Might as well be me, as your omega and representative,” Karl said.

“I really wish you would stop that,” Stephen sighed. “You’re not my assistant. I know it’s tradition but you don’t have to speak for me.”

“I insist. Now can you check my collar? Is it high up enough?” Karl asked, turning so Stephen could see his nape.

The omega’s lips fell open when he felt Stephen’s finger gently brushing the bond mark. How the alpha got behind him that quickly amazed Karl for a moment. Stephen hovered gently over him, the warm breath descending into a gentle kiss on the scarred skin.

Karl gave a soft moan of approval as Stephen kissed the mark, scenting him for good measure. Then the fabric of the collar came over the mark, sealing it away, and Karl’s heart was at ease knowing the only eyes to see it would be his alpha’s.

“Much better,” Stephen said as Mordo turned around once more to face him. “Are you sure we can’t stay a little longer? There are other places beneath your robes that I would very much like to kiss.”

“My Stephen,” Karl teased. “Ever generous with your affections if it keeps everyone else waiting,”

The alpha lifted his hand to cup the back of Karl’s neck, intending to kiss his omega properly, but as he did Karl’s smile faded.

“Stephen…what’s this?”

“What?”

“Your hand.”

Stephen quickly stepped away, narrowly avoiding Karl’s own attempt to grab his hand to inspect it. He silently casted a spell over the darkness spreading down his fingers, a stronger glamor than the ones he used before.

“Undo the glamor,” Karl demanded, his tone completely different from before. “I want to see.”

“It’s just the spell to stabilize my hands,” Stephen said. “I just forgot to complete the series of maintenance spells for my injuries. I haven’t been sleeping well for days-”

“You think I haven’t noticed that?” Karl asked. There was tightness within the calm of his voice, “Do you also think I don’t notice when you hide away from me and our children to attend meetings that don’t happen?”

Stephen sighed and shook out his hands, lifting them so Karl could see. The omega held them, carefully inspecting the glamor. The alpha felt his chest crunching with unease, counting the layers of spells Karl was peeling through before he finally pulled away.

Any deeper and he would have been found out.

“Whatever it is you suspect, it’s not true,” Stephen said. He looked at his hands. They were scared and pale, but free from marks of forbidden magic. “It’s nothing worth worrying about. Believe me. A little rest will solve it. I just need to remember those spells to hide my injuries from before. I can handle this.”

“That’s what you always say,” Karl said. “Right before I’m proven right.”

“Karl-“

“I want to be wrong Stephen. About my suspicions, and what my intuition is telling me.”

Even in his anger Karl remained composed, measuring the force of his voice carefully. It was more terrifying to Stephen than outright blind rage.

“And what exactly does your intuition tell you?” Stephen asked.

“That you’re keeping secrets from me,” Karl said. His voice was soft yet broken.

“I trust you with my life,” Stephen’s words were like a plea.

“But not your secrets.”

Stephen shook his head at those words. He pulled his omega close, scenting him gently, trying to dispel the storm gathering between them.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about it.”

“Then why the glamor? Why the sudden meetings with no one? What can’t you share with me that you readily share with your colleagues? Or is it all part of your Sorcerer Supreme privileges?”

Karl’s body was tense, shifting away from Stephen’s touch. Stephen kept his arms around his omega, for the first time scared of letting him go.

“I want to know how to help you,” Karl said. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because you’re my mate. You have so much already to think of and attend to. I don’t want to add another burden-”

“Supporting you was never a burden Stephen,” Karl said. “Because I love you. And I have never given you any chance to doubt that. But how am I good enough to be your mate but not good enough to be your confidant?”

“Karl,” Stephen sighed and looked at him with eyes that begged. “I just need you to trust me. Please.”

Karl stared at him, his warm brown eyes melting at the sight of his alpha pleading. He put aside himself, as he endlessly did, and embraced his Supreme.

“My trust, just like everything else of mine, is yours,” Karl said. “And I just hope that one day you can look me in the eyes and say the same.”

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For the whole history of MEGAN GWYNN, please click here.

← ONCE THERE WAS AN IDEA TO BRING TOGETHER →

They may not be making moves like the X-Men, but the Legion of X is equally important to Krakoa. Megan’s been on a few teams before and knows how to be a team player. The Legion just has something different about it, though. Maybe it’s the nature of what they’re doing. There’s a lot more at stake than just life or death. Megan was never highly religious, but she’s been introspective as of late. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Megan sees her work as light bringing and that’s something the partially soulless mutant can look forward to. She loves what she’s doing and it’s a good cause even if it’s not her usual team or with her friends. What could be better?

←  A GROUP OF REMARKABLE PEOPLE TO SEE IF THEY →

✗ KURT WAGNER (616) is someone Megan looks up to. He’s a great role model and has the kind of experience that you want in a mentor. One of the best parts of Kurt is the fact that he never looks down on her and instead treats her like an equal. It was Megan’s voluntary death on assignment ( her first death ever ) that sparked Kurt’s interest in religion on Krakoa from a background thought to the forefront of his mind. Megan doesn’t know this, but she’d be touched if she did.

✗ REGAN AND MARTINIQUE WYNGARDE (616) are actually Megan’s biological sisters through their father, Jason Wyngarde. Both sisters -- and their father -- use some variation of the name Mastermind and are known for committing crimes, which couldn’t be further away from Megan. They’re not close by any means and she doesn’t plan on reaching out. Not until they’ve changed, at least.

← COULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE  →

✗ THE LEGION OF X → Kurt is figuring out what religion looks like on the Island, and Megan is honored to be part of the group assisting him. It’s not culty or anything. It’s been a slow and natural process with the group figuring it out as they go. Kurt’s got a lot of experience being a mutant and an X-Men, and Megan loves helping out. They’re doing some really needed work on the Island.

✗ OTHER AFFILIATIONS -- krakoa.

← & IF WE CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD, WE’LL AVENGE IT →

✗ AGE → 18-20 ✗ MULTIVERSE ORIGIN → 616 ✗ SPECIES → mutant ✗ ETHNICITY → up to player ✗ SECRET IDENTITY → public ✗ RELATIONSHIP STATUS → open ( likely queer ) ✗ FACECLAIM → kaylee bryant ✗ AVAILABILITY → taken

← FUN FACTS →

used to wear a helmet in case she crashed or fell

has two bloodstones made from pieces of her soul + a souldagger

one of the many possible candidates for the title of sorcerer supreme

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