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Mikealson Siblings taking care of Pregnant!reader

The afternoon sun streamed through the arched windows of the Mikaelson compound, casting dappled shadows across the plush sofa where you sat. Your hand rested on your swollen belly, tracing the faint outline of a tiny foot that seemed determined to imprint itself on your skin. A sigh escaped your lips, laced with a curious mix of exhaustion and awe. Being pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson's child was an experience unlike any other.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?"

Elijah, your best friend's voice came from behind you, startling you slightly. He knelt down, his gentle eyes crinkling at the corners as he placed a cool hand on your cheek.

"Sore feet?" he asked, his gaze flickering down to your ankles where you idly rubbed them.

As if summoned, Elijah began to gently massage your feet, his touch a soothing balm against the constant ache. "The joys of motherhood," he chuckled softly. "Even before the little one arrives."

"You should see Rebekah skipping around like a mother hen," you said with a laugh.

Ever since the news, Rebekah had taken it upon herself to become your personal nutritionist. Bowls of fresh fruit seemed to magically appear by your side, and gentle reminders to stay hydrated were delivered with an endearing bossiness.

Suddenly, the library door slammed open, and Kol burst in, brandishing a book. He skidded to a halt when he saw you. "Apologies, darling," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes vanishing instantly as he took in your weary expression. "Didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"

You couldn't help but melt under his sudden concern. The Mikaelson siblings, notorious for their chaotic lives, were turning into a symphony of attentiveness for you. "Just a little tired, Kol," you assured him, a smile returning to your face. His brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed over as he noticed a stray strand of hair clinging to your cheek. With a gesture so tender it surprised even him, he brushed it away.

A deep, booming voice resonated through the room, "Elijah, have you located the witch Davina spoke of?"

Klaus stalked into the library, his scowl fading the moment he spotted you. As he drew closer, his voice softened to a near murmur. "Have you eaten anything yet, love?"

You fought back a giggle. "Yes, Klaus, just some fruit Rebekah insisted upon."

He hovered for a moment, his gaze flitting across your face. "Did you rest well last night?"

You nodded, touched by the worry etched on his usually stoic face. Klaus wasn't known for his displays of affection, but ever since you carried his child, a tenderness he couldn't quite mask lingered in his blue eyes. He cleared his throat, the familiar Klaus returning momentarily.

"Excellent. We don't need any unnecessary fatigue while dealing with this archaic prophecy."

He turned to face Elijah, resuming their previous conversation. However, his words were punctuated by occasional glances your way, each one a silent confirmation of his concern.

The next few weeks were a blur of doctor's appointments, cravings for bizarre combinations of food, and endless debates about the nursery.

Elijah, the undisputed planner, had already sketched out several designs, each more elaborate than the last. Rebekah, however, preferred a more minimalist approach, arguing for practicality over aesthetics. Kol, surprisingly, became the voice of reason, mediating their arguments with witty commentary and unexpected insights.

Klaus, though typically absent from these discussions, always managed to appear moments before a decision was made. His vetoes, delivered with a gruffness that belied his softening heart, were invariably accepted. The nursery, a haven of soft hues and elegant simplicity, was a testament to his unspoken desire to create a safe haven for his child.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourself curled up on the chaise lounge in Rebekah's room, a book clutched limply in your hand. Fatigue weighed heavily on your eyelids, threatening to pull you under. You drowsily watched rain lash against the window, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

The sound of the door creaking open startled you awake. Rebekah entered, a concerned frown creasing her brow. "You shouldn't be reading in such dim light, love," she chided gently, setting a steaming cup on the side table. "And here I thought Klaus told you to take a nap."

"He did," you mumbled, reaching for the cup. The warm aroma of chamomile filled your senses, instantly calming you further.

"He's just worried sick," Rebekah said, settling beside you on the chaise lounge. "We all are."

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The Bite That Bound Us

Soulmate!Mikealson brothers x reader (poly)

Summary: One wrong turn into a dark valley and you find yourself turned into a vampire, but wait there's more...

I was barely five feet tall with my fiery red hair that never behaved, a whirlwind of sunshine and curiosity in a world far too big for me, was lost again. A shortcut, you'd called it. One wrong turn down a dark alley which was reeked of damp garbage and worse.

Now, a pair of glowing amber eyes locked onto mine. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could even scream, a blur of elegant violence filled the air and then darkness, cold, an agonizing thirst that gnawed at my very core.

I awoke to a gasp of a different nature. A handsome man with chiseled features and an air of nobility stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and something deeper, something I couldn't decipher.

"What...happened?" My voice was a mere rasp.

"Forgive me," the man said, his voice a smooth baritone. "I lost control. You're..." He trailed off, examining my small frame with a frown.

Panic surged through me. "Am I dead?"

He hesitated. "Not exactly." His eyes met mine again, the amber depths swirling with guilt. "I turned you."

I stared, processing. Vampire. I was a vampire. A sob escaped through my lips before I could stop it. Then, his eyes pierced the void, followed by a face both beautiful and terrifying.

"I'm Elijah Mikaelson, the original vampire", he knelt beside me, a flicker of regret in his ancient gaze. "Forgive me, little one," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress.

Suddenly I felt the thirst again that I didn't understand, just felt the warmth returning, an unnatural hunger replacing the cold. I lunged, fangs ripping through his pristine white sleeve. He didn't flinch, only closed his eyes as I fed from him, a small, desperate creature clinging to his arm.

When I pulled back, sated and confused, his expression was unreadable. "You're different," he stated, his voice tinged with wonder. He took me to the sprawling compound, a haven shrouded in mystery. I was greeted by three pairs of eyes, each holding a universe of emotions. There was Klaus, the hybrid, Kol, the mischievous brother and Finn, the stoic one.

"Elijah," Klaus snarled, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "what is this?" Elijah ignored him, his gaze fixed on me. "She's a… anomaly. A human turned, yet… different."

Suddenly, Finn stepped forward, his voice trembling. He reached out, a single finger brushing my cheek. A gasp escaped his lips. "The prophecy," he whispered, eyes wide.

Kol scoffed. "Finn, don't be ridiculous."

But Finn shook his head, his gaze locked on me. "The soulmate. The one spoken of in mother's grimoire. The one who can break the curse."

A bewildered silence descended. Then, Elijah spoke, his voice soft but firm. "Tell me, little one, what is your name?". I blinked, my newfound senses overwhelming. "(Y/N)," I managed, voice barely a whisper.

Klaus snorted. "Soulmate? Don't be absurd. She's just a runt of a human he sired."

But Elijah knelt before me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you truly our soulmate, (Y/N)?"

I tilted my head, unsure. "Soulmate? What's that?"

Kol, the mischievous one, stepped forward. "Don't you remember, love? The whole of New Orleans knows. The prophecy? The Originals destined to find their mate, a petite firecracker they called her."

My eyes widened. I vaguely remembered my grandmother's stories, whispered tales of an ancient prophecy about a human who would complete the Original vampires. Could it be true?

A flicker of a smile touched Elijah's lips as he knelt before me, his eyes searching mine again. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this," he admitted. "I never meant to hurt you."

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze. The fear was still there, but a spark of something else flickered within me too. "What happens now?"

A tense silence hung in the air as Elijah and his brothers exchanged looks. The prophecy. The guilt. And a flicker of a new beginning, all tied to the fate of a tiny human turned vampire.

Few months later....

The morning sun filtered through the thick drapes, casting a warm glow across the antique four-poster bed. I stirred, snuggling into the embrace behind me. Blinking bright sunshine away, I snuggled deeper into the warmth beside me. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Morning, love," rumbled a sleepy voice right by my ear. It was Klaus, still half-asleep, his hair a mess against the white silk sheets.

I smiled, turning in his arms to face his handsome face. “Morning, Nik.” My nickname for him was a constant battle between affection and pushing boundaries. He hated it, but it always made him smirk. Living with the Mikaelsons was an exercise in perpetual chaos – a chaos I wouldn't trade for anything.

Most mornings started like this – either tangled in Klaus's possessive embrace or waking up tucked against Elijah's comforting chest. Today, however, the familiar warmth was missing. I sat up, stretching my arms, and a wave of loneliness washed over me.

"Elijah?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the vast bedroom. A chuckle drifted in from the balcony. "Always so perceptive, love. Come join me."

I slipped on a silk robe and pushed open the French doors, a cool breeze ruffling my hair. Elijah stood leaning against the railing, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He smiled as I approached.

"Lost sleep?" I asked, taking a sip of his proffered cup.

"Just thinking," he said vaguely, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "About yesterday."

Yesterday was a typical Mikaelson night. A masquerade ball Kol had dragged us all to, filled with pretentious socialites and enough bloodlust in the air to rival a slaughterhouse. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but with Kol by my side, whispering witty remarks and occasionally stealing kisses in dark corners, even masquerades could be fun.

"Was it Marcel again?" I sighed, setting the cup down.

Elijah didn't answer. Marcel Gerard, a vampire they'd turned centuries ago, had become a thorn in our side. He was building power, challenging dominion over New Orleans.

"Don't worry, love," he said, finally looking at me. "We'll handle him." He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was always so gentle, a stark contrast to the fierceness he displayed when protecting his family.

Before we could discuss Marcel further, footsteps approached. Kol sauntered in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Elijah, here you are. And my darling! Ready for breakfast?"

Our mornings usually included a leisurely breakfast with Kol, filled with gossip about the latest society scandals (courtesy of Kol's impeccable ear for eavesdropping), lighthearted teasing, and plenty of laughter.

We’d sit at the grand dining table, me perched on a booster seat (thanks to my perpetually human height), devouring pancakes while he regaled me with stories of his mischievous exploits throughout the centuries. Sometimes, Elijah would join us, his stoic demeanor masking the fondness in his eyes as he listened to Kol’s ramblings.

After breakfast, I spent the day indulging in my favorite pastime – reading. Finn, the quietest among the brothers, shared my love for literature. We curled up on the plush couches in the library, lost in different worlds, surrounded by towering shelves of leather-bound books. He’d read aloud in his soothing voice, his passion for history igniting a similar spark within me. Occasionally, Elijah would join us, his commentary adding another layer to the stories. Their perspectives, spanning centuries, were a treasure trove of knowledge.

Klaus, possessive and protective (sometimes to a suffocating degree), would spend nights dragging me to dimly lit clubs or lavish parties. He’d scowl at anyone who dared glance my way for too long, his hand possessively wrapped around my waist. It was annoying at times, this need to control everything around me, but there was a tenderness in his possessiveness that I couldn't ignore. Sometimes, he’d surprise me with a stolen moment in the garden, capturing my likeness on canvas with surprising skill.

Despite their differences, they all had one thing in common: their fierce protectiveness of me.

Whenever a dark cloud hung over me, Elijah, with his calming presence, would scoop me into his lap, whispering reassurances and pressing gentle kisses to my forehead. He understood my anxieties as a human turned supernatural, my loneliness in a world they’d inhabited for so long.

One afternoon, while browsing a quaint bookstore with Rebecca, I felt a prickling on the back of my neck – a feeling I’d come to associate with danger. Looking back, I saw Marcel, a former protégé turned enemy of the Mikaelsons, flanked by his vampires, his eyes glinting with malice. My blood ran cold. He was here, inside the French Quarter, the supposed haven.

Fear momentarily forgotten, I lunged towards him, a primal urge to protect my family surging through me. Of course, my vampire powers were a mere blip compared to Marcel’s ancient strength. He caught me effortlessly, his grip tightening around my throat. Panic rose, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin.

“Leaving the Mikaelsons pet unattended?” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Before I could respond, a blur of white and blue swept past me. Elijah’s hand clamped around Marcel’s wrist, his face a mask of fury. “Leave her be, Marcel,” he growled.

“Now, Elijah,” Marcel mocked, his hold on me tightening. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown attached to the little rabbit.”

I struggled, kicking my legs and lashing out with my hands, a pathetic display against his superior strength. A surge of pride washed over me when I saw Kol and Finn materialize at Elijah’s side, their faces reflecting a similar fury.

A tense silence stretched between them. Just as Marcel opened his mouth to speak again, Klaus materialized behind him, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. “You dare touch what’s mine?”

Marcel seemed to hesitate for a fraction of a second, a flicker of fear crossing his face. It was enough. With a coordinated attack, the Mikaelsons overpowered Marcel and his goons. It was a brutal ballet of fangs, claws, and super speed. I watched it all unfold from the safe.

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Family

Dad!Klaus Mikealson x Mom/Stepmother!reader x boyfriend!Elijah Mikealson + (Hope Mikealson & Selene Mikealson)

Summary: After finding out, Hayley was pregnant with Klaus's child, the witches found another werewolf named (y/n) who was pregnant with his child as well. Fast forward, Elijah Mikealson falls in love with y/n and eventually starts dating his brother's baby mama. Selene Mikealson, was born nine months after Hope Mikealson. One day when Hope gets a nightmare, she finds comfort in (y/n)'s arms.

A low whimper echoed through the grand foyer of the Mikaelson mansion. (Y/n) was curled up on the plush couch with a book in her hand, instantly perked up. The sound was unmistakably Hope's, laced with fear and a hint of loneliness. Hayley, was away on a werewolf pack errand, leaving Elijah and her to manage the two little Mikaelsons for the night.

(Y/n) rose, her heart clenching at the thought of a scared Hope. Padding down the hallway, she found Hope standing by her bedroom door, tears glistening in her bright beautiful eyes. "Hey, what's wrong, Hope?" she asked gently, kneeling before the little girl.

Hope sniffled, clutching a stuffed toy to her chest. "I had a bad dream," she mumbled, burying her face in the bear's fur.

(Y/n)'s heart ached for the little one. She ushered Hope towards her own room, a haven of soft pink and stuffed animals. "Come on, let's get you back to bed. Maybe some cuddles will chase the bad dream away."

Sniffling softly, Hope followed (y/n), her small hand slipping into the (y/n)'s larger one. The warmth of Hope's hand filled her with a strange sense of protectiveness. Even though she wasn't Hope's biological mother, the little girl held a special place in her heart. Maybe it was the shared Mikaelson blood that flowed through both their veins, a strange connection forged by circumstance.

In her room, Selene, Hope's half-sister, was fast asleep, a tangle of blonde curls nestled amidst the plush blankets. She carefully tucked Hope in beside Selene, the two girls forming a picture of peaceful innocence.

"There you go," she murmured, tucking the covers around them. "See? No more bad dreams here."

Hope looked up at her, a flicker of hope replacing the fear in her eyes. "Will you stay with us?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart overflowing with affection. "Of course, I will. We'll chase away any bad dreams that dare to come near."

Settling onto the edge of the bed, the she began humming a soft lullaby, a melody she'd picked up from listening to Elijah sing to Selene and Hope.

Hope snuggled closer, her eyelids drooping. Soon, her breaths became even and deep, the fear replaced by the gentle rhythm of the lullaby.

Just as (y/n) was about to rise, a soft creak at the doorway made her turn. There stood Klaus, his face etched with concern that quickly melted into something softer when he saw the sight before him. Hope and Selene were nestled together, Hope clinging to (y/n) with a peaceful expression on her face.

A strange warmth bloomed in Klaus's chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. Seeing Hope find comfort in (y/n), someone who wasn't him or Hayley, was oddly reassuring. Maybe it was the way the she held Hope, a sense of genuine care radiating from her. Or maybe it was the sight of his two daughters, so different yet connected, slumbering peacefully together.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He hadn't realized how much he craved a family, a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of their lives. (Y/n), with her gentle touch and unwavering affection, seemed to bring a sense of balance he hadn't known he needed.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, catching (y/n)'s attention. She looked up, her cheeks flushing a light pink. "Hope had a nightmare," she explained softly.

Klaus nodded, his gaze lingering on the sleeping girls. "She seems to have found a good cure."

(Y/n)'s lips curved into a smile. "She always does when she has cuddles."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Elijah, who had just entered the room, witnessed the exchange, a silent understanding passing between them. He watched as (y/n) tucks a stray strand of hair behind Hope's ear, a small gesture that spoke volumes of her care.

A bittersweet pang shot through Elijah's heart. He had always longed for a family, for children of his own. But his curse, a cruel twist of fate, had denied him that dream. But seeing the love of his life with Hope and Selene, a warmth bloomed in his chest nonetheless. He loved (y/n), and seeing her love for the children filled a void he hadn't even realized existed.

"You're good with them," Elijah finally said, his voice gruff but gentle.

(Y/n) looked at him, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "They're good kids," she replied softly. "Hope just needed a little comfort."

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MID NIGHT FOOTSTEPS

Mom!Reader x Dad!Doctorstrange

Summary: On a stormy night, unexpected little footsteps knocks on your door

Rain lashed against the windowpanes, each boom of thunder punctuated by a flash of lightning that momentarily illuminated the room. Curled up under the duvet, you snuggled closer to Stephen, his warmth a comforting presence against the storm's fury outside. The day had been draining, filled with mystical mishaps and interdimensional threats, but here, in the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, a sense of peace settled over you. Just as your eyelids began to droop, a tiny whimper broke the silence.

The bedroom door creaked open a sliver, revealing a silhouette framed by the hallway light. It was your daughter,Sofia, clutching her well-worn Spiderman toy tightly. Her lower lip trembled, and her big eyes welled up with unshed tears.

"Mommy?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm's din. You opened your eyes and reached out, beckoning her closer. "Hey, baby," you said softly. "What's wrong?"

Sofia shuffled towards the bed, burying her face in your side. "Scared, mommy" she mumbled, pointing towards the window with her free hand.

A rumble of thunder echoed through the room, followed by a particularly bright flash of lightning. Sofia flinched, her grip on Spiderman tightening.

Stephen, who had been woken by your daughter's whimper, stirred beside you. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said in a gentle voice, reaching out to stroke her hair. "What seems to be the trouble?"

Sofia peeked at him from behind your arm. "Stormy, daddy," she whimpered. A small smile played on Stephen's lips. "Ah, yes, it seems Thor is having a bit of a tantrum tonight," he said playfully.

Your daughter giggled slightly, a welcome sound amidst the storm's roar. "How about you come cuddle with us?" Stephen suggested, patting the empty space beside him. "Spiderman can protect us all from the scary thunder."

Your daughter's eyes widened. "Really? Daddy"

"Absolutely," Strange chuckled, scooting over to make room. He patted the space beside him. "Come on, climb in."

With a shy smile, Sofia climbed onto the bed, crawling between you and Stephen. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close, while Stephen placed a protective arm around both of you.

The rain continued to lash against the window, but nestled between your parents, your daughter felt safe and secure. Her eyelids drooped, and her breaths became slow and even.

"See?" Stephen whispered, his voice barely a murmur. "The storm can't touch us here."

You leaned in and kissed the top of your daughter's head. "We're all here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of."

As the storm raged on outside, inside your little haven, peace reigned once more. The rhythmic patter of rain became a lullaby, and the flashes of lightning a gentle nightlight, all thanks to the love and comfort of your family.

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Happy Valentine's Day

Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Warning : none, just fluff

Summary: Stephen Strange, your boyfriend surprises you on Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day dawned bright and sunny in New York City. The air was crisp, and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. In your cozy Sanctum Sanctorum, Doctor Stephen Strange, your boyfriend, was getting ready for the day. He was excited, not just for the romantic holiday, but also because he had a special plan for you, his girlfriend.

Stephen walked into the living room, where you were already up, brewing coffee and reading your favorite book. You look up and smiled at him. "Good morning, love," you said with your eyes twinkling.

"Good morning, baby," Stephen replied, leaning in for a gentle kiss. "Today is a special day, and I have something planned."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What's the surprise?"

Stephen took your hand and led you to the balcony, where a beautiful bouquet of red roses and a small box was waiting. "First, I have these for you," he said, presenting the bouquet. Your eyes sparkled as you took the fresh red roses, inhaling their sweet fragrance.

"Thank you, Stephen. You always know how to make me feel special," you said, giving him a warm hug.

Stephen then opened the small box, revealing a stunning pair of diamond earrings. You gasped in delight, tears welling up in your eyes. "Oh, Stephen, they're beautiful!" You threw your arms around his neck, and shared a passionate kiss.

"Now, there's one more surprise," Stephen chuckled, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Are you ready for it?"

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation.

Stephen led you to his car, and drove off to an undisclosed location. As you approached the destination, You could see a large building with the words "Animal Haven" on it.

"Where are we going?" You asked, curiosity piqued.

"You'll see soon enough, baby," Stephen replied with a mischievous grin.

Upon entering the Animal Haven, You were greeted by the sight of various animals, including dogs, cats, and birds. You looked around in amazement, your love for animals evident in your eyes.

Stephen took your hand and led you to a small room at the back of the facility. Inside, there was a Golden Retriever puppy, wagging its tail excitedly.

"Stephen, what is this?" You asked, your eyes filling with tears.

"This is your Valentine's Day gift," Stephen said, presenting the puppy to you. "I know how much you love animals, especially dogs. So, I thought this little one could be a part of our lives."

Your heart swelled with happiness as you took the puppy in your arms. "Oh, Stephen, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you!" You gave him a hug, and laughed as the puppy licked Stephen's face affectionately.

As you left Animal Haven, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Stephen in your life. You walked hand in hand, the puppy playing between, and you knew that this Valentine's Day would be one you would cherish forever.

That evening, you sat down for a cozy dinner at home, the puppy curled up beside. As you enjoyed the meal, you exchanged stories about your day and laughed about the puppy's antics.

As the night grew dark, Stephen took your hand and looked into your eyes. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I am grateful for you, for your love, and for the joy you bring into my life."

You smiled, your heart filled with love for this extraordinary man. "And I am grateful for you, Stephen," she replied. "You make every day feel like Valentine's Day."

And with that, you share a tender kiss, sealing your love on this special day, surrounded by the warmth of your home, the love of your new puppy, and the promise of a future filled with happiness and adventure.

Send suggestions please *cries* Im having a writer's block *cries* Love you.

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Press Conference

Platonic!Marvel cast (Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Anthony Mackie, Tom Hiddleston) x actress!reader

Summary: When a notorious press member became too personal,your marvel family stood up for you.

The flashbulbs exploded in synchronized bursts as you entered the Endgame press conference, the air thick with anticipation. You, the newest member of the MCU family, were the talk of the town, and tonight, all eyes were on you.

The lights dimmed, a hush fell over the packed auditorium. All eyes swivelled towards the entrance as the press conference host boomed, "Let's give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N, our newest addition to the Marvel Cinematic Universe!"

Chris Evans, seated beside Benedict Cumberbatch, couldn't help but steal a glance, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Sebastian Stan, across from him, mirrored the sentiment, his gaze lingering a beat longer. Tom Hiddleston, ever the gentleman, offered a small, knowing nod, while Anthony Mackie, your on-screen partner, winked playfully, muttering, "Ready to steal the show, Y/N?"

After introductions and greetings, everyone settled into their assigned sofas, you positioned amongst the Avengers heartthrobs. The press conference began, questions flying thick and fast, your name met with excited murmurs and camera clicks.

You settled onto your designated sofa, a nervous flutter in your stomach. But as the press conference began, you found your rhythm, your wit and intelligence shining through your responses. Your laughter filled the room, captivating not just the audience, but also the men around you.

Their gazes, once discreet, became bolder. Chris leaned in, his smile widening with every insightful point you made. Benedict chuckled at your witty retort, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. Sebastian's lips twitched, and Tom offered a thumbs-up, his smile tinged with a hint of something deeper. Even Anthony, usually the joker, seemed captivated, his gaze lingering on you with newfound respect.

Then, the atmosphere shifted. A reporter, notorious for his inappropriate remarks, directed his attention solely at you, his motives seemingly more personal than professional, began peppering you with flirtatious questions, his gaze lingering a little too long on your figure. The room grew tense, and you could sense a change in your fellow MCU stars. Chris's normally relaxed posture stiffened, his jaw clenching imperceptibly. Sebastian's smile vanished, replaced by a steely glint in his eyes. Tom, even Tom, seemed to radiate a cool disapproval.

"Y/N," the reporter drawled, his voice dripping with insincerity, "you're absolutely captivating. Tell us, does playing alongside such handsome co-stars come with any perks?"

Benedict leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper, "You don't have to answer that, Y/N. He doesn't deserve your attention." His words, laced with a quiet intensity, sent a wave of gratitude through you.

You gave him a polite smile, your response witty and deflecting. But you saw Chris clench his jaw, and Sebastian crossed his arms, a scowl forming. You appreciated their silent show of support, focusing on the next question.

However, the reporter persisted. "Come on," he pressed, "surely there's some juicy behind-the-scenes romance brewing..."

Before you could even formulate a reply, a chorus of voices interrupted.

Suddenly, Chris interrupted, his jaw clenched, stood up, his voice low and dangerous. "Excuse me, but your line of questioning is overstepping boundaries."

Anthony, equally protective, rose, his voice booming, "Show some respect, man!"

Benedict, ever the diplomat, interjected, "Let's keep things professional, shall we?"

Sebastian, his eyes narrowed, added, "We won't tolerate any further disrespect towards Y/N."

Tom, ever eloquent, finished the thought, "Her talent speaks for itself, no need for cheap tactics."

The reporter, flustered and intimidated, stammered an apology, slinking back in his seat. You sat there, speechless, the warmth of their protectiveness washing over you.

The press conference continued, but the mood had changed. The air buzzed with a new energy, a silent understanding between you and the men around you. You were no longer just the newest star; you were their colleague, their friend, and they would fiercely protect your place in their universe.

Later, after the formalities were over, Chris approached you, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry about that," he muttered, "we don't take kindly to anyone disrespecting our team."

You smiled, touched by their protectiveness. "It means a lot," you admitted, "having you all have my back."

A comfortable silence settled between you, before Chris chuckled. "Besides," he winked, "who wouldn't stand up for someone as brilliant and beautiful as you?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you laughed, the warmth in Chris's eyes making your heart skip a beat. Maybe being an Avenger wasn't just about saving the world, but also finding a new kind of family, one that protected you not just from villains, but also from inappropriate reporters and perhaps, even budding feelings.

And as you looked around at the smiling faces of your co-stars, you knew you wouldn't trade this experience for anything, even if it meant facing a few intrusive questions along the way. After all, who wouldn't want to be protected by Earth's Mightiest Heroes, both on and off screen?

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Jealousy Jealousy!

Dr. Stephen Strange x female!reader

Warning: fluff, mild innocent jealousy

Summary: Stephen gets jealous of Mr. Thunder.

The bass thrummed through the opulent Stark penthouse, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses. Doctor Stephen Strange, usually composed, felt a prickle of unease.

His girlfriend was deep in conversation with someone, her smile brighter than the fairy lights strung across the ceiling. He pushed through the throng, his gaze landing on the source of his disquiet – Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, holding court with her, his booming laughter echoing through the room.

Thor, a mountain of a man with golden locks and a mischievous glint in his eye, was in his usual element – charming, boisterous, regaling hos girlfriend with tales of Asgardian battles and cosmic adventures. Stephen, ever the analytical surgeon, dissected their interaction.

The way Thor’s hand lingered a touch too long on her arm, the way she tilted her head with genuine interest, the way her laughter seemed… different. Was it just him, or did it hold a touch of something more?

Jealousy, a serpent he thought he’d banished, reared its ugly head. He excused himself from his conversation, his steps measured but his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. He reached towards them, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.

“Enjoying the company of Mr. Thunder, are we, baby?”

She turned, her smile faltering slightly. “Stephen! I was just…”

“Just what?” he interrupted, his voice betraying his annoyance. “Learning about the intricacies of Asgardian courtship rituals?”

Her eyes narrowed, a smirk plastered on her lips. “Are you jealous, Stephen?”

“Jealous?” he scoffed. “Of a glorified Viking with a hammer?”

“Stephen,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “Thor is just… Thor. He enjoys sharing stories, making people laugh. That’s all.”

He looked away, the sharp edges of his annoyance softening. “I know,” he sighed. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” she asked, her hand finding his.

He met her gaze, the vulnerability evident in his eyes. “You’re… amazing. You are kind, intelligent, beautiful. And sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Her lips curved into a tender smile. “Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, questioning self-worth? That’s a first.” She squeezed his hand. “You are brilliant, brave, and yes, sometimes a little arrogant. But you’re also kind, compassionate, and the most extraordinary man I know.”

He looked into her eyes, the storm in his heart calming. “You mean that?”

“More than you know,” she whispered, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a kiss, a silent promise that transcended words. As they pulled away, laughter erupted around them, Thor’s booming voice cutting through the music. Stephen glanced at the God of Thunder, his jealousy replaced by a grudging respect.

After all, even a Sorcerer Supreme needed a reminder of what he had. And tonight, he had been reminded in the most beautiful way possible.

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SAFE HARBOUR

Doctor Stephen Strange x y/n

Warning: Fluff

Summary: Stephen finds comfort in your arms after a a long tiresome day.

The Sanctum Sanctorum hummed with a quiet energy, the magical wards keeping the chaos of the city at bay. Yet, for Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, the weight of the day sat heavy on his shoulders. Stepping through the portal, his cloak rippling behind him, he found his haven not in the ancient texts or mystical artifacts, but in the warmth of your embrace.

You were curled up on the plush cushions by the window, a book in your lap, the afternoon sun painting your hair with gold. As you looked up, your smile bloomed like a desert rose, banishing the shadows from his heart.

"Stephen," you breathed, your sweet voice a melody that soothed his weary soul.

He moved towards you, drawn by an invisible thread, and sank his head in your chest, his cloak pooling around you like a comforting cocoon. You instinctively reached out, your fingers tracing the lines etched on his face, maps of a life lived on the edge.

"How was your day, love?" You asked, your voice soft as a whisper.

He sighed, the sound a rumbling tremor in his chest. "Tiring," he admitted, leaning into your chest further as you threaded your fingers through his hair. "Another interdimensional squabble, a rogue spell, the usual."

You let out a chuckle, the sound tinkling like wind chimes. "The usual for the Sorcerer Supreme, I presume?"

He smiled, a ghost of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Something like that." He turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against your chest. "But it's always better when I come back to you."

You wrap your arms around him, your scent of lavender, a balm to his senses. He closed his eyes, the tension easing from his muscles, replaced by a deep sense of belonging.

"Tell me about it," you urged gently.

He did, his voice low and rumbling, weaving tales of spells cast and battles fought, of the delicate dance between order and chaos.

You listened intently, your touch a silent anchor in the storm of his day.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, you sat in comfortable silence, his head still resting on your chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath a lullaby to his soul.

"You're my safe harbor, y/n," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "The calm after the storm."

You squeezed him tighter. "And you're my rock, Stephen," you replied. "The one who keeps the world safe, even when it feels like it's falling apart."

You stayed like that, a haven of peace amidst the chaos, two souls entwined, finding solace and strength in each other's arms. The weight of the world might press heavy on his shoulders, but in your embrace, he was simply Stephen, a man loved, and a love cherished. And in that quiet sanctuary, he found the strength to face another day, knowing that no matter what darkness loomed, he would always find his way back to you, his light.

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