marveldaydreamer

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Blood on Love’s altar.

✩Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: Tom Riddle did not know he could grieve. But now? He’d give up everything to not feel it.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Suicide, Self Mutilation (brief)

A/N: 🙂

Song: Dove - Antihoney

Antent - hope to see you again

“You ought to put that away before Professor Dumbledore sees.”

The very first words you spoke to Tom.

First year, 2 weeks into school. It was a Thursday afternoon, to be precise. It was during a transfiguration lesson. Tom had managed to nab a copy of Markov’s ‘A Guide to the Dark Arts’. It was a forbidden book, but one that had greatly intrigued him. He held it under the table, reading.

You nudged him and when he sent you a scowl you did not look away, rather speaking those very words.

“You ought to put that away before Professor Dumbledore sees.”

He just about manages to snap the book shut and shove it into his bag when Dumbledore walks past, the eclectic man giving the pair of you a once over before moving to the next desk.

The second time he spoke to you was in the library a few days later.

“Still sticking your nose in the restricted section?” You pry, sliding up behind him as he startles. He turns to face you, a look of annoyance on his face as he speaks.

"And what business is it of yours?" he retorted, his eyes narrowing.

“You’ve already quite the reputation. Lurking in the restricted section should taint that, no?” You hum.

Infuriating. Nosy. Intransigent.

-•-

“Morning Riddle.” You quip as you walk into potions, taking a seat next to him.

Second year, 3rd day back.

He looks at you but says no more, internally cursing you.

You work on a strengthening solution and accidentally drop a jar of bat spleens onto Tom’s bag.

He debates getting back at you for it, but he doesn’t.

Clumsy. Persistent. Agitating.

-•-

Third year, same scene, same setting.

"Still poking your nose where it doesn't belong?" you tease, sidling up to him with a mischievous grin.

Tom's annoyance flares, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes, a begrudging amusement perhaps. "You never learn, do you?" he mutters, though there's less bite in his tone this time.

You laugh, the sound echoing through the potions classroom. "Where's the fun in following the rules?" you reply, settling into the seat beside him.

Tom's lips twitch into an almost imperceptible smile before he turns his attention back to the brewing cauldron. Your laugh isn’t awful, he supposes.

-•-

Fourth Year, Charms. The sun was particularly nice that day. It casts a lovely glow on your face.

Professor Trinfort announced a partner project, pairing students for a collaborative spellcasting assignment. As fate would have it, you found yourself paired with Tom Riddle.

You exchange a glance, nudging him lightly. "Looks like it's you and me," you say with a faint smile.

Tom nods, his expression less guarded than before. "Seems that way," he replies, his tone less curt than usual.

As the two of you work together, you notice a subtle shift in Tom's demeanour. He's more open to your suggestions and more willing to listen to your ideas. There’s a newfound ease between you, and you don’t say anything for fear of disturbing it. Tom has left one of his books on his desk again. Professor Trinfort was walking past and you quickly grabbed the book, hiding it underneath your bag. Tom notices and looks at you with an unreadable expression for a second.

Nosy. Irritating. Perhaps not too bad, though.

-•-

5th year. You’re not there. Your absence is noticeable in the first week. It’s suffocating in the second.

Tom finds himself searching for you in the corridors, and he cannot help but feel as though something is missing. He values the quiet he now has during lessons, but it’s not as rewarding as he thought it would be. There’s a nagging feeling in him that he can’t quite shake.

He learns very quickly that you’d been attacked on the first day of term and had been in the hospital wing for quite a while. He visits you whilst you’re sleeping. He stares at your weakened form, not moving. It’s odd, seeing you in such a state.

You wake the next morning to news of the perpetrators being withdrawn from school after they all woke up missing fingers. You somehow know who it is.

Tom does not visit you till you are asleep. When he does, he places your book by your bedside. He doesn’t let himself stay for too long, berating his foolishness as he leaves.

-•-

6th Year. Tensions are running high after the death of Myrtle Warren. You’re all to face your boggarts, and Tom notices how apprehensive you are. You chew at your bottom lip, leg bouncing up and down relentlessly.

He places his hand over your thigh, focusing ahead as you turn to look at him.

“It’s agitating.” He mutters, and he can tell how ridiculous it sounds. You suppress a smile and turn back to the front.

He can tell you’re a bit shaken up from the lesson, so he offers to study with you in the library during the evening. He meets you after dinner, spotting you in the far corner.

You’re wearing a black corduroy skirt—a white vest with lace trimmings and a baggy green cardigan. You’ve pinned your hair back with your wand, the end of your quill pressed to your lips as you work. You’re rather beautiful, he notices. He takes a seat next to you, ignoring the smile you beam as you work together.

Hours have passed and he hasn’t noticed, enjoying your company. He feels a weight on his shoulder and turns, realising you’ve fallen asleep. He huffs in annoyance but he does not move, a hand coming up to remove your glasses from your face as he carefully sets them down on the table. You wake up in your bed, your books neatly placed on your desk. You must have come back at some point, you think to yourself.

-•-

“Hey,” You hum, plopping down next to Tom on the frosty glass near the black lake.

“Morning.” He responds, not looking up from his book as he acknowledges you. You reach into your satchel, producing a small thermos flask. You transfigure a pebble into a cup and pour a glass of steaming cinnamon tea for Tom.

As you hand him the cup of cinnamon tea, Tom finally looks up from his book, a faint hint of surprise crossing his features at the unexpected gesture. He accepts the tea with a nod of thanks, taking a sip before setting it down beside him.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his voice softer than usual, a hint of warmth in his tone that catches you off guard.

You smile in response, a gentle warmth spreading through you at the sight of his rare display of gratitude. "You're welcome," you reply, “Cinnamon tea is my favourite comfort drink.” You add, and Tom finds himself storing that piece of information in the ever-growing folder in his brain labelled ‘you.’

-•-

7th Year. Tom is elected Head Boy. You’re a bit upset you didn’t get Head Girl, but you suppose you weren’t that extraordinary. Tom feels otherwise.

You still got awarded prefect and found yourself paired on patrols with Tom.

“Seems like the universe is set on keeping us together. You finally warming up to me Tom?” You tease, grinning lopsidedly as you both roam down the dark, empty hallways. He meets your gaze with a small smile of his own, a rare display of warmth that sends a flutter of excitement through you. "Perhaps," he replies cryptically, though the glint in his eyes betrays a hint of fondness that you can't help but return.

You continue to walk in silence for a bit more till you (stupidly) have an idea. Upon digging around in your pocket you find a Gorpin’s exploding powered parcels, a tiny thing about the size of an acorn that exploded colourful powder when thrown. With a small grin, you call Tom’s name, tossing the parcel at him. He turns around and meets your gaze for a second before he’s enveloped in a cloud of pastel blue.

You laugh at the sight, clutching your stomach as a string of giggles escape your lips. As the cloud slowly clears, a flicker of uncertainty crosses your mind, a sudden fear that perhaps you've overstepped some invisible boundary. Your smile fades, replaced by a furrow of worry as you open your mouth to apologize.

But before you can utter a word, something unexpected happens. Tom's lips quirk up into a small smile, and he’s chasing after you.

“Tom!” You laugh, the sweet sound echoing through the halls as you begin running away from him.

His laughter joins yours, his footsteps getting closer and closer as you turn a corner. Your lungs burn, laughter bubbling from within you when you’re suddenly swept upwards, two strong arms wrapping around your midsection.

“Got you. Gonna make you pay for this.” Tom says, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face as he practically hauls you over his shoulder.

“Wait, Tom!” You protest, a yelp escaping your lips as he begins running with you in his arms.

Your protests are ignored as you enter the prefect's bathroom, and the second his intentions are clear you laugh, whilst pleading. He shifts his hold on you so you're being carried almost bridal style, and he raises a brow as he looks down at you.

“Wait, Tom. It doesn’t have to be like this.” You plead, trying to free yourself from his gasp. A smile tugs at his lips as he hums, seeming to retreat for a second. But he then holds you tighter, and in two swift steps jumps straight into the baths (which was more like a pool), sending you both into the water. A small shriek escapes your lips, and as you resurface from the water, laughing and sputtering, you shoot Tom a mock-complaining look. "Tom, you're incorrigible," you exclaim, your laughter bubbling up between your words.

Tom chuckles, the sound resonating in the spacious bathroom as he treads water beside you. For a moment, his gaze lingers on you, admiring you.

"You're quite something, you know that?" he says softly, the words carrying a warmth that sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. You all but melt into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup his face, resting in his drenched black curls as you sigh into his mouth.

“Tom…” You murmur.

He’s never heard a more beautiful sound.

It’s nearing a month till your final exams and you haven’t seen Tom for a few days. You venture up to his dorm, knocking on his door.

“Tom?” You call out softly, leaning against the door. “It’s me.”

There’s silence for a second, and then the door unlocks.

As the door creaks open, you find Tom sitting on his bed, looking pale and dishevelled. He coughs weakly, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of surprise before he quickly looks away.

"Hey," you say softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. "I heard you've been under the weather. Thought I'd come to check on you."

Tom nods, his expression unreadable as he shifts uncomfortably on the bed. "Yeah, just a bit under the weather," he mutters, his voice hoarse.

You frown, concern creasing your brow as you move closer to him. "You should be resting," you say gently, reaching out to feel his forehead for signs of fever.

Tom flinches slightly at your touch, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he meets your gaze with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I know," he admits quietly, "but I hate feeling like this. It's... frustrating."

You nod in understanding, your heart aching at the sight of him looking so uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I brought you some cinnamon tea," you say, pulling a thermos flask and a few biscuits from your bag. "Thought it might help."

Tom's lips quirk up into a small smile at your thoughtful gesture, a hint of gratitude shining through his usual stoicism. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice softer than usual.

You smile back, and Tom shuffles over to give you some space. You take a seat next to him, crossing your legs as you pour him a cup of tea. You blow on the tea to cool it slightly, taking an experimental sip to ensure it’s not too hot. When you're satisfied with the temperature, you hand the cup over to Tom. He twists it around to make sure his lips touch the same part of the cup yours did. It faintly tastes of cherry lip balm.

You don’t notice the gesture.

You lean back against the headboard, legs outstretched in front of you as you stare up at his ceiling.

“You should go. You’ll get sick.” Tom murmurs, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic apprehension that has you smiling.

“It’s fine.” You smile. You shuffle down slightly and very carefully place your head on Tom’s chest.

He tenses for a second but relaxes soon after. His hand hesitates for a moment before tentatively coming to rest on your shoulder, his touch light and cautious as if unsure of whether he's allowed to show such vulnerability.

"You don't have to stay," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can hear the underlying plea in his words.

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you nestle closer to him. "I want to," you reply simply, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, banishing the chill of the room.

“You shouldn’t.” He repeats, and his words are undoubtedly laced with an underlying meaning that should warn you.

But if you realise that, he certainly can’t tell. You simply close your eyes and speak.

“I’ve never been the best at listening, have I?”

-•-

Exams are over, and graduation day arrives. Tom feels a conflicting mix of emotions swirling within him, and he hates the fact he’s grappling with things he shouldn’t be worried about. On one hand, there's a sense of relief that he won't have to worry about dragging you into the complexities of his life any longer. The thought of you being free from the burdens and dangers that often accompany his endeavours brings him a measure of solace.

Yet, at the same time, there's a pang of sadness that ebbs away at him when realizes that this may be the last time he'll see you. The prospect of saying goodbye, of parting ways, suddenly becomes unthinkable, and he feels a little sick.

As he scans the crowd of graduates, his gaze eventually lands on you, a soft smile gracing your lips as you chat animatedly with your friends. For a fleeting moment, he considers approaching you and saying goodbye properly, but the fear of attachment holds him back.

Instead, he watches from a distance, silently wishing you well. As the ceremony draws to a close and the graduates begin to disperse, he turns to leave, only praying you’ll never have to see him again.

But just as he's about to turn away, you catch his eye, a knowing smile playing on your lips as you make your way over to him. "Hey, Tom," you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

Tom's heart skips a beat at the sight of you, his resolve wavering in the face of your unwavering presence. "Hey," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile up at him, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Trying to run away? You know, you won't get rid of me that easily," you tease lightly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand.

Tom's lips twitch into a small smile, a flicker of hope betraying his rationale at your words. "I certainly hope not," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

You lean up on your tip toes, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. You pull back and a small laugh escapes your lips, rubbing the faint lipstick mark it left.

Nosy. Irritating. Beautiful.

Tom doesn’t see you for a year after that.

A hesitant knock at the door of your dingy little flat nearing 1:00 am has you alert, and slightly on edge. You reach for your wand, carefully treading towards the door so as to not alert a potential intruder of your presence. You peer through the peephole, and you feel as though your world stops when you see Tom outside.

Hastily undoing the wards and spells that enchant your flat, you unlock the door and Tom all but collapses into your arms.

He reeks of dark magic, and you know. You’ve always known, really. What other mind could be so sadistically brilliant, who else would be able to crumble the Romanian Ministry of magic in a mere week?

You pull Tom into your flat, closing the door behind him as you guide him to the nearest chair. He looks drained, his usually sharp features drawn and weary. Blood stains his clothes, tension evident on his face.

You set to work immediately, inspecting the various wounds all over his body as you frantically recite healing spells, rummaging through a small leather trunk filled with an assortment of vials.

Tom observes you through half lidded eyes that threaten to permanently shut.

He always knew you’d become a healer. He had known since that day you came into his dorm and took care of him when he was ill. He had known since that day you had found an injured crow lying by the side of the greenhouse and nursed it back to full health in a mere hour.

You preserved lives, he took them.

“Up.” You murmur, pulling the hem of his shirt. He obliges, pulling his lead-like arms up as you unbutton his shirt and pull it off. You frown at the scars that mar Tom's chest and he wants to laugh.

Don’t stress over me, sweetheart. It’d be better off for you if I were dead.

He no longer flinches at your touch as you trail your hands down his chest, murmuring spells that alleviate the ache. You're exhausted by the time you're done, slinging Tom’s arm over your shoulder as you help him walk over to your bed.

He settles onto the bed with a heavy sigh, his body sinking into the mattress as if it's the first time he's allowed himself to truly relax in ages. You gently place your blanket atop of him, your brow furrowed as you take a seat at the edge of your bed.

You brush a strand of hair away from his forehead, his eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally overtakes him. You watch over him for a while longer, lingering by his bedside as he slips into a fitful sleep.

You can't help but wonder how things came to this. How the boy you once knew, the one who had captured your heart with his sharp wit and brilliant mind, had become so lost.

You slide into your bed beside him and turn over, your back facing his. You let your eyes shut and find yourself falling asleep.

You wake up in the morning, and you know before you even turn around. Your bed was empty, barely a trace of warmth left. You had to be sure you didn’t dream last night's events, padding into the kitchen as you yawn.

A singular cup of warm cinnamon tea is there. You smile softly as you take the cup.

You didn’t see him for another two years after that. The news got worse and worse. Attacks were often and many. People were scared to leave the house.

Just when you've almost given up hope of ever seeing him again, there's a knock at your door in the dead of night. You're startled awake, heart pounding as you stumble out of bed and rush to answer it.

As you swing the door open, you're met with the sight of Tom standing there, looking worse for wear. His clothes are torn, his face bruised and bloodied, and it feels like a scene all too familiar.

Without a word, you reach out and slap him across the face, the sound echoing in the silence of the night.

Tom's startled reaction is almost comical, his hand flying up to his cheek as he recoils from the force of the blow. He stares at you in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief as he tries to process what just happened.

You glare at him, your fists clenched at your sides as you let out a string of curses, venting all the frustration and anger that has been building up inside you for years.

"You can't just waltz in and out of my life whenever you please," you spit out, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't just show up here, covered in blood and bruises, and expect me to drop everything and help you."

Tom opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with a sharp gesture, your eyes blazing with determination.

"But you know what the worst part is?" you continue, your voice dropping to a whisper. "The worst part is that no matter how angry I am, no matter how much I want to hate you, I can't. Because despite everything, I still fucking care about you! I sit there, and I read the news, and every day I pray it’s not your death I’m seeing. Do you know how fucked up that is?"

For a moment, there's silence between you, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

"I know," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Before you can say anything else, he pulls you into a kiss, his lips pressing against yours with a desperation that takes your breath away.

You melt into the kiss, your anger melting away as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Despite everything, you know that you can't stay away.

For better or for worse, you're his weakness, and he's yours.

He pulls back and you have to resist the urge to dissolve into tears, bottom lip wavering as he pulls you into his chest.

“Don’t you dare leave. Don’t you dare fucking leave.” You tremble into his chest, and his heart pangs at your plea as he speaks.

“I won’t.”

He stuck to his word. He hated you for it. But he hated himself more. Because every second he stayed, was only binding you more and more to your demise. He was killing you, he knew it would happen, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

You erode his being, taking away everything that he was sure he was certain of. There were many times he would contemplate simply killing you, ridding himself of this foolish weakness that was causing him so much turmoil. A single look at you and Tom knew that there would be little to no meaning for immortality if you weren’t to be there beside him.

Tom would disappear for days on end, and you’d hear about an attack shortly after. He’d always come back. You turned a blind eye to his actions, ignoring the furious accusations of corpses that lay there in your name.

Truthfully, you could stop him. You knew that you could turn him in, and he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. But you didn’t, and so by association every person he killed had their blood on your hands too.

You had been called by Tom at the crack of dawn one morning. His voice echoed through your head, waking you from your slumber.

Clifford close. House 17.

You apparate without second thought, your eyes widening as you take in the scene.

Tom is standing there, covered in blood that you’re sure is not his. You turn around and spot another person, a frail old man who can barely look up.

The frail old man's plea is cut short as a burst of green light erupts from Tom's wand, ending his life in an instant. You watch in horror as the life drains from the man's eyes, a sickening realization settling in the pit of your stomach.

Tom turns to you, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Without a word, he turns his wand to you, muttering something that knocks you straight out.

He knows that making you a Horcrux is a drastic and irreversible decision, one that will bind your soul to his for eternity. But at the same time, he can't bear the thought of losing you.

The idea of immortality without you by his side is unbearable, and he knows that making you a Horcrux is the only way to ensure that you'll always be together. It's a selfish decision, born out of desperation and fear of losing the one person who has come to mean everything to him.

A sense of self-loathing creeps in. He knows that making you a Horcrux will condemn you to a life of despair, but he can't shake the feeling that he has no other choice.

When you awaken, you find yourself back in your apartment, the events of the previous moments feeling like a distant nightmare. Tom is sitting beside you, his expression unreadable as he watches you stir.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You blink in confusion, trying to make sense of what just happened. You recall the sight of the old man dying before you and slap a hand over your mouth, stumbling out of bed as you rush towards the bathroom. You collapse over the toilet bowl, retching. Your eyes sting, and you don’t hear Tom coming in until you feel a comforting hand on your back, one holding your hair up.

“Get the fuck off me.” You snap, pushing him away with a weak shove as you cough.

Tom steps back, his brows furrowing in concern. "What happened?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry.

You whirl around to face him, your anger boiling over as you shout, "You killed a man in front of me!"

He takes a step towards you, his voice cool and collected. "You must have been imagining things," he asserts, his tone firm and unwavering. "We were home all night yesterday."

Your hands tremble with anger and disbelief as you glare at him, tears blurring your vision. "You're lying!" you sob, your voice cracking with emotion. "You're making me seem crazy!"

Tom's gaze narrows slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. "I assure you, I am not," he retorts, his voice tinged with impatience. "If you don't believe me, use Legilimency on me. Check for yourself."

You close your eyes, muttering legilimens under your breath. You probe into his mind, and he doesn’t keep his guard up.

In Tom's mind, you see a vividly detailed memory of him being home all night. He sits with you by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, engrossed in a book. You drink with him, a drunken giggle escaping your lips as you kiss him.

As you pull away from his mind, a sense of dread washes over you. The memory he showed you is so convincing, so detailed, that you find yourself doubting your own recollection of events.

You come back to this reality, blinking as you suck in deep breaths.

Tom's expression softens slightly, a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he reaches out to gently touch your shoulder. "It's alright," he murmurs reassuringly. "You had quite a bit to drink last night. You're probably just tired."

You nod, though you can’t rid yourself of the nagging feeling within you. Slowly sitting up, you follow Tom back to your bedroom. You lay back down in bed with him, convincing yourself it was a nightmare.

The second you close your eyes, the man calls out to you.

It’s very real.

In the following months, the cycle of Tom's disappearances and reappearances continues, each time leaving you more drained than before. You watch helplessly as he delves deeper into darkness, his actions becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable.

You're alone in your apartment when it happens, a sudden surge of overwhelming emotions washing over you. You double over in pain, clutching your head as a vision flashes before your eyes.

In the vision, you see Tom, his face contorted in rage as he inflicts unspeakable torture upon an innocent victim. The scene is so vivid, so horrifying, that you can barely believe what you're seeing.

Gasping for breath, you stumble back, your heart racing as you try to make sense of the vision. You feel sick, your mind reeling as you stumble back into one of the chairs.

Tom returns in the evening, and you cannot bear looking at him.

You wash the blood off his hands. He could have used a cleaning spell, but he prefers for you to do it instead. To face the reality of what you’ve chosen. To wash the blood off his hands knowing it could have been yours.

You do not ask him about the vision, because you want to delude yourself into the comfortable reality that it was merely a nightmare of sorts.

‘Those only occur during sleep’ a voice points out in your head. You choose to ignore it.

Egged on by confusion and fear, you begin reading. Researching. A mirror image of Tom, hiding dark books from his sight as you read.

You bring it up one day.

You stand in the kitchen, brewing some tea as you speak.

“Is it possible to make a Horcrux out of a human?”

Tom's eyes widen in alarm, a flicker of apprehension crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a calm facade. "Why would you ask such a thing?" he replies, his voice steady despite the unease that lingers in the air.

You don't miss the subtle shift in his demeanour, the way his gaze flits away from yours for just a moment before returning.

You shrug nonchalantly, feigning innocence as you pour the tea into a pair of mugs. "Just curious," you say casually, though your heart pounds in your chest.

Tom watches you closely, his expression unreadable as he takes a sip of his tea. "It's not something that should concern you," he says finally, his tone firm.

"But is it possible?" you press, your voice tinged with determination.

Tom's jaw clenches, his gaze hardening as he meets your eyes. "Yes," he admits reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's a dark and dangerous magic, not something to be trifled with."

You nod slowly, your mind whirling with possibilities. "I see," you murmur, though you're already formulating a plan in your head.

You reach for one of the barely touched knives nestled in the drawer you had open and without second thought stab it straight through your hand.

Tom immediately drops the cup he holds, rushing over to you.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He exclaims, eyes wide with disbelief as he stares down at the gruesome sight.

You grit your teeth, a pained sob escaping your lips as you yank the knife back out, and Tom’s heart is pounding at the sight of your blood dripping onto his hands.

“[Name], please. Stop-“ He pleads, stammering as he tries to staunch the bleeding.

You watch in disbelief as your skin begins to heal itself together, an almost grotesque sight. It seals together, and in no less than a minute it’s completely healed, not a scar in sight.

Your stomach fills with dread, eyes widened in betrayal as you look up at Tom. His gaze meets yours, guilt riddled in his eyes as you snatch your hand away.

"Fuck," you shout, your voice filled with a mix of pain and fury. Tears stream down your face as you struggle to process the revelation. "You... you made me a fucking Horcrux?!"

Tom's face pales, his own emotions mirroring the turmoil within you. He takes a step forward,

"I... I didn't mean for this to happen," he stammers, his voice laced with desperation. "I never wanted to hurt you."

But your rage consumes you, and you lash out at him, your voice filled with venom. "You ruined me, you fucking monster!" you scream, your words echoing through the room. "How could you do this to me? How could you use me like this?"

Tears mix with your words as you continue to berate him, your emotions spiralling out of control. You feel a searing pain deep within your chest, reaching out to shove him.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would work out! You’ll be immortal! Can’t you see it’s-“ He starts, and you snap.

"Sorry won't fix this!" you cry out, your voice breaking. "You've destroyed me, Tom. I can never be whole again."

He doesn’t know what to say, remaining silent as he tries to reach out to you.

“Get out!” You scream, reaching for your glass as you throw it in Tom’s direction. It smashes against the wall behind him, but he can’t look away from you.

He ruined you. He really did.

"Get the fuck out!" you scream, your voice filled with venom. You grab whatever is within reach and hurl it in his direction. Books, vases, anything that can cause damage. Each object crashes against the walls, shattering into countless pieces.

Tom has never felt like crying before, but this might be the first time he does. He turns and leaves, for he can’t bear to face what he’s done to you.

He was weak, after all.

You sink to the ground, your body racking with sobs as you hide your face in your hands.

What a cruel thing it was. Even if you wanted to, you could never permanently rid yourself of Tom.

You claw at your chest, as though you can just pull the fragment of Tom’s soul that was bound with yours.

You feel trapped, imprisoned within your own body. Your heart aches with a profound sadness, knowing that you were both beyond redemption. If only you hadn’t warned him that day if only you weren’t selected as a prefect, if only you didn’t try to save him.

Tom hasn’t heard from you for weeks. He doesn’t dare intrude either, no. He had already done enough damage.

The date is permanently engraved in his mind.

August the 17th. 7:03 pm.

He feels a searing pain in his chest. His hand comes up to clutch his heart as a pained groan escapes his lips. He can’t see for a second, his vision blurred.

Every breath is a struggle as he clutches his chest, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

The realization hits him like a tidal wave.

A Horcrux must have been destroyed. He only had two to date.

One was the ring engraved with his family sybil, which he wore on his hand.

The other?

Fear grips him, a fear he has never known before.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

He all but stumbles upwards, his mind focusing on one image as he apparates without a second thought. He appears at the door of your flat and doesn’t entertain the idea of knocking, bursting through the door with such force it splinters.

“[Name]?” He calls out, his voice a desperate plea as he searches through the eerily quiet apartment.

His heart pounds in his chest, his breaths shallow and rapid as he calls out your name, his voice laced with desperation and urgency.

"[Name]?" he repeats, the sound of his voice echoing through the silent space. There is a sense of foreboding, a heaviness in the air as he navigates the chaos, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow.

His footsteps are quick and purposeful as he moves from room to room, his senses heightened, attuned to any flicker of your presence.

Finally, his gaze lands on a small table, and there, amidst the disarray, he sees a letter addressed to him. His heart skips a beat as he snatches it up, but within the depths of his mind, he knows what the contents of the letter will read.

Tom.

You by no doubt will know by now. I must preface by saying that I hate you. I will never ever forgive you for what you’ve done to me.

I remember with frightening clarity the day we had both first met. You were quite rude, but you backed down slightly when I had covered for you. It was then that I knew you must have not had very good people around you in your upbringing, for you were very reserved.

Despite all that, despite the fact that it was a very clear warning not to get entangled with you, I still did.

Year after year, I persisted. I could tell when you got annoyed, yet I did not give up. I was determined to know who Tom Riddle was.

I knew I loved you the day you had stayed with me after that boggart lesson. It’s rather silly, it was quite possibly the bare minimum someone could have done. But coming from you? Merlin, it was essentially the same as being gifted the moon.

I was not oblivious to what you were doing. Even from a young age, I knew of your plans, of your intentions. I suppose in a sense you’re not to blame, for I chose to love you willingly.

I only wish you had trusted me. You may have loved me, but you never trusted me. If you did, you’d have known my soul was already yours. I was bound to you indefinitely, there was no chance I wouldn’t have loved you.

I wanted love, you wanted devotion. They aren’t the same, my love. Devotion would have been me following you to the ends of the earth if you asked without question. Love would have been me not wanting to, but knowing I’d travel further to save you should you need it.

I would have given the world for you, Tom. I just wish you had let me do it on my own accord.

I love you. I always will. I always have. If there is a heaven though, I hope we never meet again.

Do not be afraid to be human. You, out of despair, and fear, and greed, drove everyone away from you. You cannot mourn a loss that you perpetuated. We are all human, flawed and imperfect. You are too. You may try to avoid it, you can split your soul and continue killing, but you’re only deflecting the truth.

I hope in my death you will meet your own. Mortality is a beautiful thing, Tom.

Do not postpone it. Existence has no better gift.

- [Name.]

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It’s rather cruel how he can recall the entirety of your life in mere minutes. It doesn’t feel right, for the only time Tom truly lived was when he was with you. A lifetime, an eternity.

A mere recollection as he stands at your grave.

The rain is harsh, unforgiving. It seeps into his skin though he’s grateful, for some feeling was better than none.

He thought he would be immune to grief. It wasn’t that bad of a thing.

He can’t recall a day he hasn’t thought about you.

He threw himself further into the dark arts. He became more prominent, more ruthless. Many thought he was simply becoming more powerful.

Tom only hoped that in his efforts someone would find a way to end him. He threw himself into the most haphazard situations with the hope that a spell would misfire, that he would make an enemy of someone who would be able to kill him.

His eyes flicker up to the tree that grows above your grave. It was perhaps the first and only time he had cultivated a living thing.

Cinnamomum verum.

His fingers trace the inscription on the stone. Your laughs are buried deep within the recesses of his mind. They echo everytime he steps foot into your apartment.

It had been 6 years since you were found dead. He hasn’t touched a single thing. He sees life in your unmade bed, in the plants that he has an elf tend to. He keeps your necklace on him at all time, rolling the small pendant between his fingers when he finds himself thinking of you.

He forgoes tending to his own wounds. If it killed him then so be it.

There is not a day that goes by when he doesn’t read your letter.

Losing you was beyond losing a piece of his soul.

It was losing everything.

[marveldaydreamer]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬:

summary: Y/N, recently single after breaking up with the emotionally distant Tom Riddle, attends a Gryffindor party to move on. Little does she know, Tom's intense gaze across the room hides a depth of emotion he never showed before.

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The Gryffindor common room was alive with laughter and music, a vibrant atmosphere that enveloped the party. Y/N stood amidst the crowd, engaged in a lively conversation with Fred Weasley. Despite the lively surroundings, her thoughts lingered on the recent breakup with Tom Riddle. The decision had been painful, but she felt a sense of empowerment as she embraced her newfound single status.

Fred, being his usual bold self, leaned in, "So, you're single now?"

Y/N smiled, nodding, though a tinge of awkwardness lingered. She couldn't help but feel the weight of Tom's absence, a presence that had been so constant in her life until a few weeks ago. s she chatted with Fred, she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on her.

Turning to her left, she locked eyes with Tom, his gaze unwavering. His presence at a Gryffindor party was unexpected, given his disdain for their house, but there he was, his eyes fixated on her. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine.

Overwhelmed by the strange tension, Y/N excused herself from Fred and made her way through the crowd, seeking solace with her friends Matteo and Pansy. As she approached them, she couldn't help but vent her feelings about Tom.

"Your brother is being intense again," she sighed. "I feel like he's staring into my soul."

Matteo exchanged a knowing look with Pansy before sighing. "Look, Y/N, I didn't want to tell you this, but whatever. When you broke up with Tom, he stopped being himself."

Y/N furrowed her brow, confused. "What do you mean?"

Matteo took a deep breath, "Come on, Y/N. He was absolutely heartbroken."

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. "That can't be right. Tom's not like that."

Pansy interjected, her tone serious, "The guy bawled his eyes out every night after you left him."

Y/N's eyes widened, disbelief clouding her features. She turned back to find Tom still staring at her, but this time, his gaze held something different. It wasn't the cold detachment she had grown used to; it was a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

As their eyes met, Y/N felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Suddenly, the Gryffindor party seemed to fade away, and she found herself drawn to the complexity that lay behind Tom's eyes. The revelation about his emotions left her grappling with a newfound understanding, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their story than she had initially thought.

[marveldaydreamer]

What Did You Do

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pairing: tom riddle x female reader, voldemort x female reader

warnings: angst, tiny bit of fluff

summary: throughout your years at hogwarts, you and tom were inseparable, now as a professor you see what happened to him at the battle of hogwarts - requested by anon

a/n: i'm going to age down voldemort and the reader (meaning because mcgonagall is a little younger than voldemort, the reader would be so old lmao. so i'm just imagining the reader is like remus' age, it wont affect the time line, idk if that makes sense sorry)

song: the night we met - lord huron

Tom was brilliant, so were you. You were both the top of your classes since your first year at Hogwarts.

That's how you two started talking. You would be partnered with each other in most of your classes, you made an excellent pair.

Throughout the years there, you two had grown a bond. Eventually, you both had feelings for each other.

You knew of your affections towards him, you didn't tell him because you didn't want to ruin your close friendship. But Tom had been in a sort of denial, seeing as how he was conceived under a love potion, he didn't think it was possible.

Around your sixth year, he had come to terms with how he felt. You two had confessed to each other after one of Slughorns dinner parties, he had attended as your date.

It came as a shock to most students when the news of you getting together spread.

They had know he had a soft spot for you, but he had never shown any romantic feelings towards anyone before.

It was seventh year and Tom had confessed to you of his plans and becoming Lord Voldemort.

He asked you to join him and be his partner but you couldn't. It was wrong and you knew it, he knew it deep down too.

You figured this was caused by his horrible childhood at the orphanage, he told you all about how he was treated.

He asked you one final time to join or he would have to continue without you.

You stood there in front of him with tears streaming down your face as you shook your head.

He wanted to wipe the tears from your beautiful face, but he knew it would make him tempted to give up the plans he worked so hard for.

So he turned his back on you and left you behind while you cried and begged him to stop what he was doing.

After that night, you hadn't seen him again.

"Harry!" you call your student, a student who was like a son to you.

You knew of how he got his scar, as did everyone else. It broke your heart each time you thought of what had caused it.

"Harry, be safe, I'll be right behind you," you kiss his head. He goes and runs off to find Voldemort as students and staff start to fill the courtyard and go into a circle.

You quickly walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts, making sure there were no student that needed help.

You finally went outside and saw Harry and Voldemort in a duel.

You gasp at how he looks, this wasn't your Tom. You hadn't seen how he looked since that night so long ago.

You rush over ignoring the calls of people to stop.

"Tom! Stop this!" you yell with angry tears forming in your eyes.

Voldemort blocks Harry's spell and sends one to knock him out for a little while he drops his arm to look at you.

People watching were frozen in their places as they took in the scene in front of them. There were very few people who were aware of your past relationship with Tom.

"Y/n."

"What did you do," you cry. He almost winces at the pain in your voice.

He slowly walks over to you and stops about three feet from you.

"I got the power I've always desired," he explains in a monotone voice.

"Tom... we could have had a future together, look what you've become," you whisper.

"You didn't wish to join me, you didn't expect me to drop everything I've worked for, did you?"

"Yes, I did, because you could have and I would have done the same for you," you try your best to keep your voice from cracking.

He knows you're right. He couldn't look you in your eyes. He looks around at the faces watching as he tries to not think about how beautiful you still are.

You had grown into a stunning woman, and well, he felt embarrassed by what he had come to.

"Stop!" Voldemort shouts, annoyed at his now conflicted emotions.

He feels tempted to stop and apparate you and him somewhere to stay, like how you always dreamed of.

He couldn't, not now. He decided an apology was the only thing he could do, as he went to apologize to you, he suddenly felt pain all over.

He turned his head to see Harry with his wand pointed at him. It was then you both realized he was truly gone.

As he starts to turn to stone, he uses all the energy left in him to look at you, in the eyes this time.

He watches as so many emotions flash through your eyes. He memorized your features in the few seconds he has.

You look at Voldemort on his knees, almost all stone. You see him mouth something, it looks like 'I'm sorry', but you can't be sure.

You watch as he looks you dead in the eye, finally turning completely to stone and dissolving into nothing.

People around you start cheering and hugging as they all celebrate.

Harry turns to you and sees the devastated look on your face.

"I'm sorry that you lost him," Harry says as he hugs you, "not Voldemort, but Tom," he continues.

"I'm sorry too, but you're safe, along with everyone else," you sigh, "that's all that matters," you kiss his forehead and hug him back.

It took you a while to finally accept that Tom- Voldemort, was gone.

Things slowly got back to normal. Hogwarts was rebuilt and repaired. You continued your teaching career there.

You were sat in your room, in a cottage where you and Tom were supposed to be living.

You decided that if he couldn't be there to live life, you would do it for the both of you.

You pick up some letters he would send you when you were dating, you had saved them all. You look at the box and see one that hasn't been opened. Your eyebrows furrow as you open it. Then, a tear slides down your face as you read it.

My y/n,

If you are reading this, that means I have become Lord Voldemort, and am likely dead now.

I need you to understand that I am not the Tom you once knew. I also need you to understand that I have regretted walking away from you each and every day since I did so.

You were my family, my love, my everything.

I'm sorry I threw that away for power. I know now that it is far too late to go back.

I wish I could though, and spend life with you in that place you always use to tell me about. Unfortunately, it isn't possible. But know that if it was, I would take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

Stay true to yourself, don't turn your back on the people you love, I regrettably made that mistake.

You are a beautiful person, my love, I hope you accomplish all of the things you use to rant to me about.

Please forgive me.

Yours always,

Tom Riddle

[marveldaydreamer]

METANOIA

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader

Summary: Metanoia - the journey of changing your mind, heart, self and way of life

Warnings: slightly ooc Tom, pureblood ideas, hits of murder

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Tom Riddle was a name recognized by everyone at Hogwarts. The infamous Slytherin Head Boy commanded respect from every student and even from professors, thanks to the aura surrounding him. However, what most people didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to notice, was that there was something sinister lurking behind his captivating gaze and mannerisms.

His friend group, constantly present by his side, consisted of members from the most well-known pureblood families. Tom considered himself superior to them because he possessed the blood of the noble Salazar Slytherin. By the age of 19, he had already committed horrifying acts, such as opening the Chamber of Secrets during his 5th year, resulting in the death of Myrtle Warren. He also murdered his remaining family around the same time. Furthermore, he created Horcruxes in order to reach immortality, which was one of his goals and the initial step towards becoming the greatest dark wizard in history.

Tom was a skilled manipulator. He had the ability to hide his true emotions, always putting on a mask of politeness. In addition, he was brilliant and could be described as an over-achiever. Tom thoroughly planned everything and never allowed setbacks to hinder him. There was only one person who saw right through him - Dumbledore, the person Tom despised the most in the entire school.

Tonight, Tom was strolling through the hallways of Hogwarts, carrying out his patrols as a Head Boy. Although it was generally a mundane duty, it had its advantages. One of them was being out after curfew without anyone questioning it. The corridors were dimly lit, so Tom had to cast a spell to produce light to see clearly."Lumos." he muttered, before continuing on his way. It appeared to be another uneventful night, where nothing of particular interest occurred.

As he was heading back to the Slytherin dorms, someone bumped into him, causing both teenagers to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry," said a girl who appeared to be about the same age as him, possibly a year younger. He was about to reprimand her for running into him and give her detention for breaking curfew, but then he looked at her and was instantly captivated by the most beautiful pair of eyes he had even seen. They were warm and welcoming, but what truly enthralled him was their enchanting violet color, which sparkled under the light emerging from his wand.

"I should've watched where I was going," continued the witch. He cleared his throat and gave her a cold stare, trying to hide his intrigue. "Why aren't you in your dorm? It's past curfew," Tom questioned the girl. Another surprising thing was that he had no idea who she was. He only noticed the Ravenclaw emblem on her robes, indicating that she was a member of the eagle house. The Slytherin prided himself on knowing almost everyone at school, from students to professors, yet he didn't know her. How could someone with such captivating eyes escape his attention? "Oh, right. I got caught up in the library and forgot about the curfew," she explained. "I'll go straight to bed." With that, she tried to pass him and walk away.

She wanted to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing that Tom Riddle was trouble. Despite his perfect student persona, she sensed a hidden darkness beneath the surface and wanted to avoid getting involved. "Now, now. I can't possibly let the witch with such incredible eyes leave without knowing her name, can I?" he asked, causing her to freeze. "I fail to see how my name is of any interest to you, Riddle. I would prefer you not knowing it and allowing me to go.”

Tom didn't expect his charm not to work, but he hid his surprise. He wondered if the girl was brave or stupid, perhaps both. She didn't know that she piqued his interest, and that was something dangerous. "It hardly seems fair that you know me, but I don't know you, don't you think?" He took a step closer to her but didn't predict what she would do next. "No, I don't," she said, while taking a step back and bolting in another direction. The Head Boy simply stood there and let her get away. 'Let her run,' he thought. 'I shall find her anyway.' And with that, he continued on his way to the dorms.

The next morning, during breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall in search of her. Tom tried to be discreet, but his best friend, Abraxas Malfoy, noticed. Abraxas was his most reliable follower, someone Tom could trust. "What are you looking for, Riddle?" he asked. The boy with raven hair turned to glare at him and said, "It's none of your business, Malfoy." He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the witch from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the girl made her entrance, walking into the hall accompanied by another girl. They both headed towards the Ravenclaw's table and took a seat. He couldn't help but gaze at her. It was as if she sensed his gaze, as she turned and looked directly into his eyes. Their staring contest continued until Headmaster Dippet began greeting students and wishing them a good day.

After finishing his meal, Tom made his way to the Potions classroom, his first subject of the day. He enjoyed this class, despite Professor Slughorn being a bit overwhelming. Tom was the professor's favorite student, excelling in this class just as he did in every other. He was an exceptionally talented wizard.

It turned out he shared the class with the violet-eyed witch. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. He took his usual seat and waited for the Ravenclaw student to enter, which didn't take long. She sat two rows ahead of him, accompanied by a boy he recognized as the Ravenclaw's seeker. Shortly after, Slughorn entered and the lesson began. Today, they had to brew an advanced potion called the Elixir to Induce Euphoria in pairs. As always, Tom was the first to finish his potion, with the help of his partner, Rosier. The potions professor, impressed with their work, allowed them to leave early. Tom decided to wait outside the classroom to talk to the girl who had sparked his interest and learn more about her.

As the girl walked out, he quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the abandoned broom closet across the hall. She protested, but wasn't strong enough to break free from his grasp. Tom pushed her inside and blocked the entrance.

"Hello again," he said, noticing the anger on the girl's face. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she yelled, attempting to escape from the classroom.

"No, I don't think I will," Tom replied. "What do you want, Riddle?" she questioned, gritting her teeth. Her captivating eyes locked with his, and he could swear they had the power to melt a man. But he was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't allow that to defeat him. "I already told you what I want," he started, before she interrupted, "and I already told you that you won't have that." The girl had some nerve, he had to give her that. "Listen, darling, either you tell me your name yourself or I'll find out on my own. But I would prefer to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

"And what?" she spat, her eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and fear. "Will you force it out of me?" If looks could kill, he would already be six feet under. Tom's lips curled into a malicious smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You'll soon discover that I can be very..." He paused, relishing in the anticipation he was building. "...persuasive." The words hung in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. As he observed her reaction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle trembling of her breath, a sign that his presence and words were affecting her.

“If I tell you my name, would you stop pestering me about it?” she asked not looking into his eyes. Tom grabbed her chin and forced her head up, just enough for him to see her eyes. The Slytherin just nodded and took a step back. “Fine. My name is Y/N” she finally answered and moved past him, heading straight for the door. As Y/N was walking away she heard him say “Such a beautiful name, for someone with such extraodrinary eyes.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she left the broom closet, the encounter with Tom Riddle leaving her unsettled. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just opened a door to a world of complications. Her day continued with classes, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious encounter with the enigmatic Head Boy.

Days turned into weeks, and Tom's fascination with Y/N only deepened. He started to make subtle attempts to engage her in conversation during Potions class or whenever their paths crossed in the hallways. Y/N, however, remained guarded, careful not to reveal too much about herself. She sensed danger around Tom, but there was also a part of her that felt an inexplicable connection, an undeniable intrigue that kept her from avoiding him completely. She didn’t like it, preferring to stay away from the drama that would undeniably follow her once she got too involved with the boy.

As time passed, Tom's pursuit became more relentless. He would show up unexpectedly in places where Y/N was, asking about her interests, her family, and her background. Y/N, althrough in the beginning sheltered and slightly annoyed, soon found herself drawn into conversations that danced on the edge of forbidden topics, and Tom, turn, discovered that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tom found Y/N sitting by the Black Lake,reading a book . He approached her cautiously, and for the first time, his demeanor seemed less calculated, more genuine."You're a puzzle, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I can't quite figure you out." Y/N turned to look at him, her violet eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "Maybe some puzzles are meant to remain unsolved," she replied cryptically. Tom chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe so, yet here we are. Both of us puzzling each other. But I do enjoy the challenge." he admitted. "And you, my dear, are the most intriguing challenge I've found at Hogwarts so far."

As the weeks turned into months, their interactions became more complex. Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn to Tom's charisma and intelligence, while Tom, discovered a more vulnerable side of himself. He couldn't quite understand why Y/N had such an effect on him, but he was determined to find out.

Their dynamic took a turn one evening in the Hogwarts library. Tom, managed to convince Y/N to join him in exploring the restricted section. As they looked through ancient tomes and hidden spells, Y/N couldn't ignore the growing tension between them. In the quiet space of the library, Tom leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "There's something about you, Y/N," he murmured, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "Something that both intrigues and unsettles me." Y/N looked at him curiously and asked “What is so unsettling about me?”. Tom only looked at her and leaning closer said “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

As they continued their meetings, the lines between friend and enemy slowly became blurred. Tom’s past and his ambitions started to rub off on her, making her question everything. But she wasn’t weak and wanted to stay true to the right side. She wasn’t about to go down the same path as the Slytherin boy, and wanted to make him see that it was wrong. Little did she know that the choices made in the upcoming months would shape the destiny of the wizarding world.

As the weeks unfolded, Y/N found herself in a dangerous position. The more time she spent with Tom Riddle, the clearer it became that he was wavering on the edge of darkness. His thirst for power, his relentless pursuit of immortality, and the shadows of his past painted a grim picture. Yet, among all this darkness, Y/N saw moments of vulnerability, moments where the mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul. Y/N couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Tom, a pull that went beyond fascination. Beneath his charming facade, she noticed loneliness that mirrored her own.

One evening, as snowflakes danced outside the castle windows, Y/N found Tom alone in the library. The fire cast a glow on his face, making him appear more handsome than ever. Y/N hesitated but she knew she had to ask the next question. "Tom," she began softly, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you." He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Ask away, Y/N."

"Why are you so afraid of letting people in?" she inquired, her voice gentle but filled with genuine curiosity. Tom's eyes moved towards her, she could see suffering behind them. He took a deep breath before replying to her."People often betray and are fake in order to get what they want from you. After they get it, they leave and never come back.” Y/N took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "But it's also lonely, isn't it? To carry the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders without anyone to share it with."

Tom's mask wavered, revealing the boy beneath the facade. "Loneliness is a small price to pay for greatness," he stated, but a small amount of doubt could be seen in his eyes. "Maybe attaining greatness isn’t meant to be done alone." Y/N suggested. "Maybe it's in the connections we make, the people we let in"

In the days that followed, Y/N continued to challenge Tom's perspective. She introduced him to the joy of laughter, the warmth of genuine friendships, and the beauty of simple moments. As the walls around his heart slowly crumbled, Y/N became a beacon of light in his world, a reminder that there was more to life than power and darkness.

One evening, beneath the sky covered in stars, Y/N and Tom found themselves strolling through the Hogwarts grounds. Tom, usually composed, seemed uncertain, as if something was bothering him. "You don't have to be alone, Tom," Y/N whispered, her words carrying the weight of sincerity. "There's goodness in you, which you only have to choose." For the first time, Tom Riddle looked genuinely conflicted. The darkness within him warred with the flickers of light that Y/N had ignited. He was standing on the crossroads where the choices made would shape the future.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N extended her hand, a silent invitation to choose a different path. Tom hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. And in that moment, the boy who had been consumed by shadows took a small step toward the light, changing the course of history forever. The journey towards redemption would be a long one, but with Y/N by his side, Tom Riddle was confident in succeeding. He realized that greatness could be found not in the pursuit of power but in the capacity to love and be loved.

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A/N: let me introduce you to my first ever Tom Riddle imagine. The obsession I have with this man is unhealthy. Anyway let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for all the support ♡

[marveldaydreamer]

Only You || Legolas

Summary: Request: Can you do a elf reader x Legolas where he's finally home in mirkwood after the quest? Maybe Gimli is with him and he's like 'i see why you always talked about the lassie.' or something funny that exposes Legolas for how much he really likes her. He then confeses and asks to court her or something sweet pleaseee?? My fav fluff writer! Thank u!

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words and sweet as heck request. Really love this one. I didn't edit it too heavily so please be wary of general writing mistakes! Hope you all enjoy my fav elf imagine :)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k +

TW: Pure fluff? No LOTR triggers

You had finally gotten a free evening to yourself after training for the better part of every evening for the last year with your father, Girdirion. He had been training you relentlessly after Legolas had left of the quest his father, King Thranduil, had sent him off on. That was over a year ago. You hadn’t heard much other than they had made it to Minas Tirith a few months ago.

Your father suddenly saw you as defenseless without your longtime friend at your side. Being the kings most trusted advisor, he had been trained for centuries and was a formidable fighter. It wasn’t until after Legolas had left that you had realized how serious the threat to middle earth was. Your father must had realized it too as he worked you to the bone, training you at every chance he could.

It was only after King Thranduil received word that the ring had been destroyed and his son was heading home did things begin to change. Your father still made you train but it wasn’t at every waking moment any longer. Tonight, was one of those nights that he had given you off as he had meetings to attend to with the king.

Time felt too slow as you waited for Legolas to return. He promised he would. You knew he would. He was all the way across middle earth, but you just couldn’t seem to wait any longer. You longed for you best friend, who meant much more to you than just a best friend, to come home.

As soon as you settled on your bed to begin reading the novel you had been meaning to finish there was a quick knock at your door. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour after dinner. Begrudgingly, you set the book down just as you had gotten comfortable and made your way over to the door.

When you opened the door you scrunched your face in confusion, “Father? What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting with the king?”

He nodded, “I was. Then we got interrupted. There is somebody here I think you may want to see.” His smile let you know exactly what you were thinking. Legolas was home. He was back in Mirkwood after nearly a year and a half away. Sure, it wasn’t that long of a time for you in the scheme of your lifetime but it did feel like the longest year of your nearly two thousand years in middle earth.

“Legolas?” You tore out of your room not waiting for his response as you made your way to the throne room. You heard your fathers deep laughter behind you before he jogged to catch up with your lighter than air pace.

Once he caught up to you he had that knowing smile on his face. He had watched the two of you dance around the obvious feelings each other had. You never thought you were good enough to be with the kings son. He never thought you were interested in that way. But to everybody on the outside looking in it was rather obvious the two of you were destined to be together. Even if it was taking longer than expected. A thousand years longer than expected. See, King Thranduil and your father had agreed they would bless the union between the two of you should it come naturally. But neither had the heart to force it. He and your father knew as good as anybody these things had to find their way on their own, naturally. Even if it drove the two elder Ellon’s mad.

“Indeed, your elf has made it home.” He spoke as the two of you walked, much faster than normal, towards the kings room.

Before you opened the massive wood doors you turned to him with a sly smile and a hint of a blush dotting the apples of your cheeks, “My elf?”

Your father raised his eyebrows at you, “Go on then.” He pushed you forward ignoring your question.

When you pushed open the doors you couldn’t find the familiar blonde hair of your best friend. Even as you walked closer to the throne you looked all around the hall and only spotted King Thranduil who was giving you the same smirk your father just did. What were they up to? Where was Legolas? And why was the king looking at you like he knows something you didn’t?

“I apologize my king.” You bowed unsure of what else to do. When you turned to see if your father had followed you in you were left biting your lip seeing the door closed without him in the room. What was he up to? “My father said…”

Thranduil put his hand up pausing you right in your tracks, “Legolas is out in the gardens with a dwarf. A dwarf!” He sounded more frustrated than excited to his son after the time away.

But you cracked a smile instead. That was so him. He was anything and everything his father was not. The two of them could not have more different personalities. Your best friend was the one to push boundaries no elves would or could do seeing that his father was the king, “A dwarf you say? That sounds like him.”

Thranduil studied your happier than he’s seen you in an entire year expression full well knowing it was because Legolas was back from his grand quest. Thranduil rose from his throne before walking down to you. Having to look up to him because he was so tall all you could do was wait on his word.

He pointed his hand towards the entrance to the kings private gardens, “Go, you audience is rather impatiently waiting on you.” He gave you a knowing smile before retreating towards the door you had originally come in, likely to go find your father. Not wasting anymore time you made a beeline towards the doors that led to the private gardens you so rarely got to enjoy. He must have deemed it enough of a special occasion to grant access to not only you, but a dwarf as well. You knew Legolas was behind that as well. He was the only one to get the king to agree to something he might not want to do.

For the second time in a few moments, you threw open the heavy wooden doors leading out to the gardens. It did not take you long to hear the pair before you saw them. You paused hoping to catch just a brief moment between the two of them before you made your presence completely known. As you suspected the dwarf had Legolas distracted from hearing you walk out.

“Look at ya lad. Pacin’ like a horse.” The unfamiliar voice chuckled. You had a feeling the dwarf poked fun at the ellon more often than not.

You just knew he was rolling his eyes, the beautiful blonde prince he was, “I am not Gimli.”

But the dwarf just kept laughing, “Ya’ weren’t even this nervous when we rode up to the Black Gate.”

“Would you quiet down dwarf. She will be out momentarily.” That sounded just like the elf that had left a year and a half prior. It was almost too easy to get him worked up and the dwarf called Gimli certainly enjoyed playing into it.

“The little lassie has you this nervous huh?” You? You made him nervous?

Legolas let out a huff, “Gimli!” And you knew that was your queue to help spare the ellon from his friend who seemed relentless. You already liked Gimli from the sounds of it. You shut the door behind you louder than necessary to signal your arrival.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forward suddenly terribly nervous after those comments. What was Gimli playing on? Why would he be nervous to see you? You didn’t want to get your hopes up on feelings as you buried those away centuries ago. Your crush for the ellon grew slowly the first thousand or so years you knew him. Truly organic in the best way possible. Childhood friends to training partners to friends then best friends after it all. Once your training to become a healer had completed you had a sneaking suspicion all his injuries in the field were so he could come see you after some time away. He would only request you. Straight refusing the other healers help when offered. He would wait for you.

But then it just stayed like that. You thought it could grow into something more, but it dawned on you over the next few centuries his father had a say in who he courts and marries. Why would King Thranduil allow his son to court you of all elves? Sure, your father was his most trusted advisor, but you were no political gain in marriage. So you did what you did best, buried the feelings deep and bottled it all up.

The two of them quieted quickly hearing the door close. When you turned the corner you finally spotted your prince after far too long apart paired with an adorably red-headed dwarf who was staring right at you. You however were staring straight at Legolas as your small smile turned into a massive one. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing right there in front of you after too long. The longest either have you had spent apart from each other.

“Legolas.” You grinned before pulling him into a tight hug. It was when he gave you a big squeeze back that you simply just melted into the ellon completely forgetting you had an audience yourselves.

“Aye lad! You left out the detail of your Y/N being quite the beauty.” Gimli spoke up from beside you breaking the trance the two of you seemed to be under. You giggled once you pulled away from him seeing the look of horror cross his face at his friends comments.

You turned to the dwarf feeling the nerves wash away. You had the advantage here as Gimli seemed to want to torture your friend, “Hello. It is lovely to meet you. I am Y/N. Daughter of Girdirion, King Thranduil’s advisor.”

He pointed at you before narrowing his eyes at you, “Do you hate dwarves as much as his father does?”

You shook your head, “Hardly. You are actually the first dwarf I am meeting. I do not get away often.” You knelt down making yourself level with him, “You are much cuter than made out to be.” That earned a few stumbling words and a rather mighty blush to the warrior who seemed to have nothing but words. You managed to render him speechless.

This earned a snicker from your favorite ellon, “Elf got your tongue there Gimli?”

That comment must have meant war between the two of them. The dwarf cocked his eyes up to his friend, shook his head then turned back to you who was now back to standing instead of crouching, “Lady Y/N. It is lovely to finally meet you too. I feel as though I already know ya lassie.” He grinned knowing exactly what he was about to do.

You looked at Legolas with curiosity framing your face before returning your attention back to Gimli, “Do you?”

“Aye.” He nodded, “Legolas here would never shut up about ye. Y/N this. Y/N that. Y/N would love this. Y/N would hate that.”

You knew your cheeks were surely aflame with embarrassment just as Legolas’ were, “We have spent quite some time together over the years.”

But Gimli wouldn’t have that, “I think it has something to do with you lassie. The way you look. The way you dress. The way you seem to occupy his every thought.”

“That is enough.” Legolas finally chimed in giving his friend a hard stare telling him to get the hell out. But that only egged the red head on further. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them before Gimli relented.

He bowed his head, “My lady.”

Echoing his actions you responded, “Gimli.” Before turning your attention back to the prince. Your eyes finally were able to scan his features. Not a hair seemed out of place. He was exactly as you remembered.

“Welcome home.” You gave him your biggest smile feeling like you could finally relax after seeing him alive and well.

He wasted no more time before pulling you into a second bone crushing hug. He had never been so forward causing you to let out a slight stutter in surprise of his actions. It was the last thing you had expected from him. But then again, who knew what he went through out there. Legolas was a strong warrior, but you knew how deeply this could impact anybody who had to go through it.

“I have missed you.” He whispered into your ear not letting his arms go from around you. He had no clue how his words were affecting you in that moment. Suddenly you felt that stupid little crush, that was surely love at this point, bubbling up from the depths of your heart that you had long since locked away.

When he pulled away after a few moments he took the time to look you over just as you had moments prior. He didn’t drop his hands from around your waist though, simply holding you loosely in his embrace. You had never felt his eyes or his hands on you heavily before or that you had noticed in the past, “I have missed you beyond words Legolas. I have spent a year and a half filled with the dread of the thought you may never come home. Seeing you here is the greatest gift Eru Ilúvatar could have bequeathed.”

It was then that Legolas knew just how deep your feelings ran for him just as they had run for you. He too had spent the better part of a thousand years being absolutely in love with you, his favorite elf, but making no indication of it. For he thought you may have eyes for someone else. He could not risk losing you in the event you said ‘no’ to his request to court you. But by the way you were looking at him he knew that was wrong. Your love laced eyes could not break away from his gorgeous blue ones.

He knew he needed to take the next step with you. Gimli was right. His dwarf friend spent the better part of the journey home convincing him he needed to ask the question he had been dying to ask you. He wanted to court you. Spend the rest of his middle earth life and the next one with you. He had never been so sure of that. The thought of courting another elleth felt wrong. It was you. It was always going to be you.

“Gimli was not lying, my lady.” Even though it came out as a whisper your ears could pick it up with no problem.

That shocked you. Was he admitting the same thing that you were? Did he have feelings for you too? “Pardon?”

He grinned seeing your dumb struck face, “You do in fact occupy my every thought. You are the reason I am here now. I fought for middle earth, yes. But for you more. Thinking of your smile pulled me out of the darkest of times

Your lips parted in utter shock at his admission, “Legolas, I…” You were at a loss for words as you processed his confession to you. Your heart was giving you away completely though as it beat faster than it ever had before.

He continued seeing as you were rendered speechless, “It was only ever you. It was only every going to be you, my love. You are my very best friend Y/N. I would never want to continue this life with somebody who was not you. It is only you. It will only ever be you.” He paused finding the courage to say what had been on the tip of his tongue for centuries, “I love you.”

Your jaw might have been on the floor at this point, “You love me?”

He nodded with a nervous expression, “More than you will ever know.”

That was all you needed before you walked forward, butting yourself right against his chest, “That is a relief my prince. As I love you too. More than you will ever know.”

Euphoria. The truest form of euphoria pulsed through your body as you too admitted what had always been so hard to admit.

His expression melted to that of pure elation. Gently he placed his hands under your chin, cupping your face so carefully, “May I begin to court you, my love?”

“I would be so honored Legolas.” Your head was turned up as you looked into his eyes for likely the millionth time. It was different this time. Charged with love and lust. Like you were looking at a new Legolas. One that you could get to know at a much deeper level.

He brushed his thumb over your lips sending shivers racking throughout your body, “Only you. Only ever you.”

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[marveldaydreamer]

Scenario: Imagine meeting one of the other Strange variants.

Type of trope: Alternate universe, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Pairings: Stephen Strange x gn!reader, Defender!Strange x gn!reader, Supreme!Strange x gn!reader, Sinister!Strange x gn!reader, Doctor Strange Supreme x gn!reader

Warnings!-Burns, concussion, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of car crash, slight jealousy, possessiveness(it’s Sinister Strange, of course he’s going to be possessive)

DO NOT: Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else

Requested by: Anonymous

(These got a lot longer than I intended them to be but oh well. I also did not beta this so if there’s any mistakes I apologize)

(Images from google, not mine. Collage made using Canva)

Stephen Strange:

The variant you meet-Doctor Strange Supreme

•You had been teaching a class of new sorcerers at Kamar-Taj when a giant bald man in a blue cape appeared out of no where. You’d formed a shield around the students along with the other teachers that were with you. You had no idea what or who that thing was, and quite frankly you were getting tired of people showing up like this. The man looked to you, his voice seeming to echo.

“Y/n Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts and slayer of Mephisto. You have been chosen.”

•You blinked, finding yourself in some sort of pub or bar. You turned in a slow circle finding other people there with you. Some you recognized like T’challa, Thor, and Gamora. Others, not so much. They were all talking over each other. Trying to figure out what was going on.

“Where am I?”

“Who’re you?”

“Send me back!”

•You caught sight of the man standing behind the bar. Your eyes widening in surprise upon recognizing him.

“Stephen?” You called. How did he get here? You thought he was back at the Sanctum. Then again, maybe the guy that attacked you attacked him too.

Stephen stood in shock as he stared back at you. He knew the Watcher was going to select warriors from across the multiverse. But he was never prepared to see you here. Or dressed in the robes of a sorcerer for that matter.

•The lights flickered and the man in the cape reappeared. He explained that he was the Watcher and you had all been chosen to save reality itself. An Ultron from another world had collected the infinity stones and was wiping out universe after universe. And the Watcher apparently thought you all could stop him. He further explained that everyone here was a variant from another world. You were keeping up with what he was telling you, but it was still a lot to take in. You were definitely going to have a headache before this was all over.

•You’d approached Stephen’s variant once the Watcher had left you all so you could come up with a strategy. Now that you were closer you could see he wasn’t your Stephen. His features were gaunt, he had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was unkempt. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He fidgeted with the cuffs of his bracers, doing his best to avoid your curious gaze.

“I know it’s probably a rude question, but are you okay?” You asked when he kept clearing his throat. He let out a shaky breath at hearing the concern in your voice. Why did you have to say that? Why did you have to stand there. Looking at him with the same loving eyes as his version of you always had?

•You panicked when you saw tears starting to form in his eyes. Had you really upset him that much by asking him if he okay?

“Can I please hold you?” He whispered, catching you off guard. You moved around the counter without hesitation before pulling him into a tight hug. He buried his face in your shoulder. A few stray tears rolling down his face as he felt your heart beating against his chest. He missed this. Being able to hold you. To feel you.

•You reached up to run your hand through the back of his hair. The way his version of you had always done to calm him down. His breath caught in his throat when he felt something cold and metallic on one of your fingers. When you finally pulled away he saw the glint of the ring he had never had a chance to give you. You were wearing it with the wedding band it had come with. You were married to your version of him. He fought back a sob as he realized in at least one universe. You had both managed to have your happy ending.

•You didn’t know what had happened to this Stephen to make him look so utterly heart broken. A part of you wished you could fix whatever it was, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Time and space didn’t work that way. Though at times you wanted it to. To take away the pain and weight of the world Stephen seemed to carry with him. No matter what universe he was in.

•Stephen made sure you stayed close to him as you and the others prepared for Ultron’s arrival. He had vowed he wouldn’t tell you about what happened, or why he looked unwell. He didn’t want you to think your Stephen was capable of such a thing. He also needed you to trust him for the battle that was soon to come. Yet despite his efforts he found himself telling you everything one evening. How he had lost you and desperately tried to get you back. How he’d destroyed his reality before he had a chance to fix it all. He sat there, waiting for you to become angry, disgusted, or afraid of him. Instead you’d responded with sorrow and compassion.

“I’m sorry you lost them and for what happened. You seem to love deeply in every universe. Even if you’re a bit reckless in doing so,” You sighed. You knew what he had done was wrong, but he also recognized his actions were horrible. He looked like he had suffered enough without you passing judgement on him.

“What about your Stephen?” He said, his gaze focused on the ring you were rubbing your thumb over. A comfort habit you had picked up over time. You arched an eyebrow, wondering what he meant.

“My Stephen?”

“Did you lose him in the car crash?” He asked. He knew it was probably a dumb question considering you were wearing the wedding ring. But his alternate self might have proposed before the crash.

“I never met him in residency like you met me. I met him when he came to Kamar-Taj, where I helped him train,” You explained. Stephen’s brow knit in confusion at hearing that.

“Why was he there if he never lost you?”

“He still had the car crash but he wound up destroying his hands. He came seeking a way to heal them and got more than he bargained for when he became Master of the New York Sanctum,” You joked, shaking your head. He still wasn’t over the fact he lost the title of Sorcerer Supreme due to a technicality. Stephen found the question he had been longing to ask escaping before he could stop it.

“Are we happy?”

He tensed, waiting for some awful thing to come up. That your Strange had died, or that you were fighting with him, or the like. Instead your eyes seemed to light up as you thought about it.

“I like to think so. But he’d argue he’s not too happy when I steal the blankets every night,” You smiled. He found himself laughing for the first time in a long time. In his world it had always been the other way around. He had been the one to horde all the blankets every night.

•He honestly thought seeing you would make the pain of losing you feel so much worse. Instead he felt almost…glad. You were alive and well with another version of himself. While he wished he could have the same thing as his variant. Knowing you were happy was enough for him.

•After the battle with Ultron he was reluctant to say goodbye, but he knew someone was waiting for you back home. You were returning to the second you’d left but he knew your Stephen was missing you. Even if you were only gone for a few minutes. The Watcher had motioned for you to go through the portal, but you remained where you stood.

“What about you?” You asked, turning back to look at Stephen. He was stuck in a pocket dimension with out any company or comforts. He gave you the same soft smile your Stephen would give that always made your heart melt.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m Stephen Strange remember? I’ll be alright,” He chuckled. You hesitated for a moment before waving goodbye. He watched you walk through the portal, his heart a little lighter for some reason. Perhaps he had gotten the closure he needed, or maybe it was just spending time with you. Either way he wasn’t as afraid of going back to his lonely home as he had been before.

Defender!Strange:

The variant you meet-Supreme Strange

•You and Stephen had been trying to stop Mephisto from opening a portal to another world. During the fight he’d actually managed to open the gateway between realms. You’d tried to pry the crystal powering it from it’s altar. Only to be struck by one of Mephisto’s spells and knocked through the portal. The last thing you heard before everything went dark was Stephen screaming your name.

•When you woke up you were in some kind of glass cell. You were laying on a metal table with a screen pulled up alongside you displaying your vitals. You went so sit up and immediately regretted it when a wave of nausea and pain swept over you.

“I wouldn’t stay upright for too long. You have a pretty nasty concussion,” a woman in a lab coat advised. Okay, you had to be seeing things. That couldn’t be Christine standing there. Unless this realm had evil doppelgängers somehow. Which was a possibility but she didn’t look very evil.

•Once Christine was sure you weren’t going to bring a plague from your world into hers, she let you out. She explained that you are indeed in a different world. Just not one in your universe. Apparently when Mephisto hit you with the spell it had altered the portal. Sending you through the multiverse to Earth 838. That detail took some time to wrap your head around.

•You’d never given much thought to the multiverse. Sure, the concept was cool but you had never believed it. Now you were in a parallel reality with no idea how to get back to your world. You didn’t even know if there was a way back home. You had to rest the first few days in universe 838 due to your concussion and the headache you got from trying to take in the new information. You got an even bigger migraine when you met 838’s Doctor Strange. He was nothing like your Stephen. He was far more sarcastic, rude, and pompous. Whenever he was with you, he’d either ask about your universe or ignore you. You weren’t sure why he was being so cold towards you. From what you could tell this universe didn’t have a variant of you and you hadn’t done anything to warrant such a negative reaction. So why was he being so frigid?

•Over the next few weeks you started to notice things. Mainly the way people seemed to look at you. They were surprised that you were there, but glad you were. If people recognized you then maybe you did have a variant after all. You wondered why you hadn’t seen them around though. Your suspicions of there being another you were confirmed when a variant of Johnny had run up and hugged you one day.

“You’re back! How have you been? Managed to clear your head after being stood up..at…the…” He trailed off when he saw your bewildered expression. He glanced behind you to where Christine was shaking her head, motioning for him to shut up. It took him a second to realize you were in fact, not your 838 self, but a different version.

“Uh, sorry. Our variant of you has been with the Guardians. You know, off saving the galaxy,” He said clearing his throat. You didn’t get a chance to ask him who the Guardian’s were or what he meant about being stood up before he took off down the hallway. Christine had brushed the whole thing off. Saying it was just Johnny being Johnny. However you knew something was up. The odd encounter prompted you to do some research of your own.

•Since you couldn’t use any of the tech without a sign on, you had to sneak into the labs after nightfall. Breaking into 838 Stephen’s computer was easy enough. It was the same password as your Stephen’s. They really shouldn’t use your birthday as the passcode for important things. It was one of the first things people would guess at.

•You discovered the Guardians were a rogue group of heroes run by a man named T’challa. From the articles you found they’d been doing quite well in their endeavor’s to improve the galaxy. However what piqued your interest was the folder that had been buried beneath a bunch of work reports. You wished you hadn’t opened it. You should’ve just kept to yourself and asked Christine who the Guardians were instead of doing your own investigation.

•The folder was full of pictures and videos of you and Stephen. You had looked so happy together. Although that wasn’t what had made you regret it. It had been the wedding invitation near the end of the folder, for your and his wedding. There weren’t anymore photos after that. You understood now why 838 Stephen was so adamant about keeping you at arms length. He had stood you up at the altar if what Johnny said was right. Your variant had been so upset they’d taken off to the other side of the galaxy.

•After that you tried to give 838 Stephen his space. Weirdly enough he started warming up to you around the time you tried to back off. He would ask your advice for things more and more often while Reed and him had altered the teleporter they had to get you back home. They were using the same crystal Mephisto had used to power the gateway you’d come through.

•As a bonus they had also built an exo-suite for you. At first you thought it was cool. It looked like a cross between Ant-man’s suite and a Tron character. Then they explained it was meant to protect you from any magical misfires or dimensional radiation. That made you start to second guess going through with the plan. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea if there were this many dangers that they had to make a special suit to protect you. In the end you decided the risk was worth it. While this world was new and exciting, you missed your home. You missed your Stephen.

•You stood in the center of the platform, your heart hammering against your chest. Reed made the final adjustments to the power pack on your back. It was meant to filter out the magical feedback from jumping between dimensions. Once he was sure it was properly attached he patted your shoulder.

“Alright, when the portal opens they’ll be a thin barrier over it. You’re going to want to take a running start and you should break through from the force,” He advised before going to run the safety protocols. Once he was out of earshot you turned to Stephen. He was wiring the crystal into the frame they’d built to summon the portal.

“You should talk to them. The other me, I mean,” You said quietly. He gave a wry chuckle at your suggestion, stepping back as he finished the last piece needed for the portal.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.“

You placed your hand on his arm, offering him a small smile. You knew your variant was probably still angry. However if the pictures you’d seen were anything to go off of they no doubt still loved this Stephen. He just needed a reminder that communication and problem solving required effort from both sides.

“Trust me Stephen. They want to fix things, but you’re going to have to apologize before it can get better,” you replied. His expression softened at the gentleness of your voice. He had to admit he missed having you here with him. The past few weeks had only made his heart ache for his variant of you more than it had before.

•He typed the coordinates into the control pad, watching as the portal spun to life. Your universes Kamar-Taj came into view. Along with a class of new sorcerers learning spells. The masters that had been teaching summoned shields as the students scrambled to get away. While you could see them, they couldn’t see you on the other side of the menacing looking vortex.

“You should get going. You’ll only have a few more minutes before it gives out,” Stephen warned. You nodded, pulling him into a quick hug.

“Thank you for helping me. I wouldn’t have been able to get home without you.”

•He wanted to hold onto you for just a moment longer but he didn’t. He knew you needed to get back. You couldn’t stay just because he missed having his variant of you here. He watched as you sprinted through the portal. Sparks of blue light arcing off of your armor as you broke through to the other side. He panicked for a moment when one of the masters lunged at you. You were quick to deflect their attack before yanking your helmet off. You were quick to try and explain yourself in an effort to calm everyone down.

•He let out a slow breath as a variant of himself appeared. The Stephen of your world motioned for the masters around you to back down. He cupped your face as he looked you over for injuries. Once you reassured him you were fine he pulled you into a fervent kiss. The portal sputtered before fizzling out. The crystal powering it now a dull gray after it’s magic had been absorbed. 838 Stephen stood staring at the now empty gateway. You were still together with your Stephen. If you had managed to make things work between him and his variant. Maybe he should take your advice and try to fix things with his version of you.

Supreme!Strange:

The variant you meet-Sinister Strange

•Reed was attempting to create a teleporter that could work from planet to planet. Stephen was helping him with the calculations. You had tagged along out of curiosity and to spend time with him. They were doing test runs for the teleporter by sending organic objects to Asgard and Sakaar. It was going well up until one of the circuits tripped. Reed tried to stabilize the machine but it wound up exploding before he could. You recalled there being a blinding flash of light and something wrapping around you to shield you from the blast.

•You had woke up to find yourself staring up at a gray sky. Your first thought was that you had to be dreaming. There was no way this place was real. The world around you seemed to be collapsing in on itself. Buildings crumbling, cyclones roaming the roads, waves randomly rolling over sidewalks, car lights zipping past. It was all so surreal. You winced as you sat up, noticing the burns that lined the left side of your body. No doubt a result of the explosion. You’d need to treat those before they became infected. Who knows what dirt and grime this world contained. You were startled from your thoughts when the cloak of levitation wrapped around your shoulders. Turning itself into a scarf as it settled around you. So that’s what had wrapped around you when the teleporter malfunctioned! It must have tried to protect you from the explosion. You found some comfort in the fact you weren’t alone anymore.

•You glanced around your surroundings with a frown. The city around you kind of looked like New York but so did most large cities. Maybe there was a hospital or corner store you could raid to wrap your burns. You wandered through the streets, trying to figure out where exactly you were. You came to a halt near a collapsing bridge when you noticed a familiar building off in the distance. The Sanctum was still standing! It definitely had to have something to help with your injuries. Stephen was always adamant about keeping medical supplies well stocked.

•However the closer you got the more eery the building became. There was some sort of swirling vortex behind it, eating away at the brickwork. You gazed up at the Sanctum, wondering if this was a smart idea.

“You think we should go in?” You asked. The cloak wrapped itself a little tighter around you. It seemed to be just as nervous to go in as you were. You pushed the doors open to find an ocean waiting behind them. A staircase rested in the center, leading up into dark clouds.

“Cause that doesn’t seem ominous at all,” You muttered before making your way upwards.

•You had headed straight for the supply closet near the kitchen when you finally made it into the Sanctum. You knew this place by the back of your hand. Even if it was decrepit and falling apart. You rummaged through a few of the dusty boxes. Only to be disappointed when you found them empty. It seemed like you were wrong. There weren’t any medical supplies left.

“Who are you?”

•You nearly leaped out of your skin at hearing the deep voice behind you. You spun about, summoning a protective shield. You thought you were seeing things for a moment. Standing before you was Stephen. Or at least, he looked a lot like Stephen. Except his hair was longer and he had a beard. Plus his robes were different from the ones you recognized. Okay, maybe he didn’t look that much like your Stephen after all.

“I asked a question,” He said, his voice stern. You stammered out your name, unsure as to what was going on here.

•Stephen knew full well who you were. His plan to get you here had been a long shot and he wanted to make sure it was truly you. You didn’t seem all that surprised when he explained you were in a different universe. He knew the hero group you worked with had been studying the multiverse. It was their research which had allowed him to get you here after all. He noticed the burns along your body. His heart sinking when he realized he had unintentionally hurt you. He offered to heal your injuries while you told him your story of how you wound up in his world.

•He’s incredibly hospitable, though you notice the way his gaze tended to harden when you mentioned your Stephen. When you asked what happened to his world he had explained it was an incursion caused by a dark sorcerer. He had been the only one to survive the collision. You felt awful at the thought of him being alone for so long. You had barely been there a week and you were going stir crazy from the quiet and lifeless world around you. You couldn’t imagine what being trapped there for years felt like.

•You started to get used to being around this weirder version of Stephen over the following weeks. His behavior could be odd at times but you chalked that up to him not being having any human interaction. Sometimes he would look at you as if you were nothing more than a ghost. At other times his humor would turn alarmingly dark. Though most of the time he was friendly towards you. He made an effort to make you feel at home in the crumbling world.

•You were ecstatic when your Stephen showed up late one day. You were finally going to get to go home! However, other Stephen wasn’t so happy about his variants arrival. Or the prospect of you returning to your world. He had worked so hard to get you here and he was not about to lose you to some weaker version of himself. He had to resist the urge to hurl his variant out the window when you tackled him in a hug.

•Your Stephen tensed when he saw his variant standing across the room. His grip around you tightening a fraction as you hugged him. Reed and your Stephen had been rebuilding the teleporter ever since your disappearance. They had gone over the diagnostics from the last teleportation to figure out what had gone wrong. What they discovered had made them both afraid for your safety. The explosion hadn’t been caused by anything they’d done, but dark magic that had interfered. Opening a rift between realities and pulling you through it.

“Are you alright?” Your Stephen asked, keeping his gaze locked with his variant’s. It was a poorly disguised double-barreled question. He wanted to know if you were hurt and if his variant had done anything to you. Yet you seemed oblivious to the other Stephen’s more sinister nature. He’d no doubt fooled you into thinking he was harmless. Though he was far from it.

“Yeah, just a few minor bur-“ You were cut off by the other Stephen.

“They were hurt because of your foolish error. I had to heal them when they first arrived here,” He retorted, clenching his jaw. What? No! You hadn’t told him that, you hadn’t even…wait a minute. You had never told him your Stephen was there when the teleporter exploded. How did he know that? Your Stephen placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You saw the flash of anger in his variants eyes at the gesture. The puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place and you weren’t liking the picture it was forming.

“Yes, well. Thanks for fixing them up but we’ll be leaving now,” Your Stephen said, guiding you towards the entrance of the Sanctum. The doors slammed shut before you could even reach them. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as the other Stephen’s voice grew cold.

“No, I don’t think you will be.”

Sinister!Strange: (Based on the idea that you’re from Defender’s universe)

The variant you meet-Defender Strange

•You had been curled up with Stephen on the couch in his study. He had been skipping out on sleeping and you had finally forced him to take a nap. Even if it was only for an hour or two. He had begrudgingly complied on the grounds that you would lay down with him. He was currently laying on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist. His face pressed into the crook of your neck as he slept. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but if it meant he finally got some rest you were willing to suffer.

•You ran your fingers through his hair, watching the steady rise and fall of his back. In moments like this you often forgot that he was supposed to be a menacing dark sorcerer. He was so loving and caring when it came to you. A far cry from the cold man you had met when you first arrived. He tensed suddenly, his grip on you tightening. You thought he was having a nightmare until he shot to his feet. You didn’t get a chance to ask him what was wrong before he disappeared out the door. You were quick to follow after him, wondering what had woken him in such a manner. You called out his name and he turned to grab you by the shoulders. His eyes dark as he spoke.

“Go back to my study and do not come out. Do you understand me?” He asked, his tone fierce. You stared at him, fear beginning to build in your chest. Why did he want you to hide? He said nothing else was left alive in this world.

“I said do you understand me?” He repeated. You nodded, turning to leave when you heard a familiar voice call out from downstairs. Stephen’s grip on your shoulders tightened before he strode down the hallway. You knew you should listen to him. That whoever had managed to get into this world could be dangerous. Even as you thought it you were creeping towards the stairway. Straining to listen to the three voices coming from the music room.

“I know Y/n’s here. Where are they?”

•Wait a minute. You knew that voice! It was similar to Stephen’s, but the accent was slightly thicker. It was Strange! Or, well, the Strange from your world. Sure enough, when you peeked around the corner of the stairwell you saw the familiar red and black uniform. Strange stood beside another variant of himself that looked similar to Stephen. Though he wore a red cloak and had a shorter beard.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Stephen retorted, his expression bored as he stared his doppelgängers down. Strange’s eyes narrowed as he clenched his hands into fists. You knew what was about to happen next. He was going to throw a punch and then all hell was going to break loose as the three of them fought.

“Don’t!” You yelled as Strange raised his fist. All three sorcerers turned to stare at you in surprise. There was a hint of fear in Stephen’s face as you sprinted down the stairs.

•No, no, no! You were supposed to go to his study. Now that they knew you were here they would take you away and leave him here alone again. He couldn’t survive another lifetime by himself in this dead world. You moved to stand between the two Strange’s and Stephen. You knew they wouldn’t hurt you, which allowed you to act as a shield of sorts. They couldn’t cast a spell without the risk of hitting you.

“What are you doing?” Strange asked in bewilderment. You set your jaw, glaring him down.

“I’m not letting you hurt him. He wasn’t the one to bring me here, and he’s not your enemy. He’s been trying to get me home,” You snapped. The other variant rolled his eyes, giving a sarcastic retort.

“Yeah, sure he was. And I suppose he was just going to stay here instead of tagging along with you.”

“He wasn’t. The spell required a power source of immense magic. He was going to sacrifice himself to get me home,” You replied softly. Stephen felt like the air had been snatched from his lungs. How had you known about that? He’d hidden the spell so you wouldn’t find it. You shouldn’t have known about that part of his plan. He had decided to use himself as the power source because he couldn’t live with being alone after he’d fallen for you. But you couldn’t live here in this world and truly be happy. He had been willing to make that sacrifice because he loved you.

•The two Strange’s weren’t sure if they believed that, but your Doctor Strange trusted you. He could tell you weren’t under any sort of mind control. And while he was wary of this sinister looking variant, he knew you didn’t trust easily. If you were willing to protect him with your life, then he was willing to at least hear you out. You explained everything to him. From how you wound up there, to how you had befriended Stephen, that he’d been teaching you magic, and that you may be in a relationship with him.

•Your Strange had been a bit skeptical about the last part. You had quickly snapped at him it wasn’t Stock Holme syndrome and that you’d chosen to love him. It took even more time but you managed to persuade Strange into making a deal. Stephen was allowed to come back with you for a trial period. Two months, and if he behaved himself and didn’t wreak havoc on your world he would consider letting him stay.

•Stephen didn’t know how you managed to convince your Strange to let him come back with you to your world. He had stood there in the Sanctum of your Earth for a good fifteen minutes. Shell shocked he was finally free of the hellscape he’d been trapped in for so long. You had taken his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you offered to show him where he would be staying.

•Over the next few weeks he discovered his variant of himself, this Defender Strange, was as different from him as you could get. He was a golden boy in every sense of the word and Stephen hated you seemed to spend more time with his variant than him. You were supposed to be his love. He had been willing to sacrifice everything for you and now that you were back in your world you hardly had time for him. You were always at the beck and call of your Strange. Stephen had promised you he wouldn’t get into any fights while he was here. But you hadn’t said he could give snarky comments and witty remarks. He made it his sole purpose to make things difficult for his variant any chance he got.

•He finally got a moment alone with you when you were organizing some of the shelves in the library. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke quietly.

“If I recall correctly, you’re supposed to be my lover. Yet you’ve been neglecting me to spend time with that glorified power ranger.”

“No, I’ve been trying to convince him to let you stay here. But somebody won’t stop ruining their chances!” You huffed, glaring over your shoulder at him. He’s taken a back by your response. Here he thought you were ignoring him now that you had your life back. Instead you’d been trying to bargain sanctuary for him.

•He didn’t outright apologize for his behavior for he past few weeks. But he wasn’t nearly as rude to his variant as he had been. He didn’t want to let you down after all your efforts to get him here.

Doctor Strange Supreme: (Based on the idea you’re from the universe with 616 Strange)

The variant you meet-Stephen Strange

•The Doctor Strange of your world had managed to track you down to the pocket dimension you had been trapped in. Stephen had moved to protect you when the fabric of reality split open to form a star like portal. You’d been surprised to see your Strange standing on the other side with a girl in a denim jacket standing beside him.

“Told you they were alive,” Strange grinned as he looked over to Wong. The Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes but looked just as relieved that you were alright. It had taken some time to get them to agree to let Stephen stay. You had managed to convince them it would be alright. There was no other universe that could cause an incursion if he stayed in your world. You’d also been quick to vouch for him being a better person now. In the end Wong had agreed, but made the rule he was to stay at Kamar-Taj.

•Stephen had been awestruck at seeing the sunrise the first day he was there. He had been surrounded by nothing but starlight and darkness for so long. Your heart had melted seeing the teary eyed smile on his face that morning. You’d made it your personal mission to help him enjoy the little things he had missed while stuck in his pocket dimension.

•At first Stephen had really enjoyed spending time with you in your world. However as time began to pass he realized he didn’t really fit in with this reality. You had to leave for missions while he was still grounded to Kamar-Taj. Your Strange regarded him with caution and would mostly ignore him. He couldn’t take you on dates like he wanted to unless he got permission from Wong and half of the time he said no. He almost felt like he had traded one pocket dimension for another. Except now he had a window to peer through at a world he wasn’t allowed to touch.

•He felt even worse when he saw the way you interacted with your Strange. It was obvious you were close with him with the way the two of you would tease each other. He would always ask for you help for missions, no matter how simple they were. It made Stephen angry at times that his variant seemed to almost be trying to steal your time away from him. He knew he was being possessive when he thought such things and that he shouldn’t be so upset.

•You had reassured him multiple times you were nothing but friends with your Strange. But he couldn’t help but worry. He could see the similarities between his variant and himself. Although this Strange had never lost Christine in the way he had. He had lost his hands in the car crash instead. He had also noticed how charming and normal his variant was. He had managed to heal from his trauma and move forward with his life. He wasn’t perfect but he was definitely better when it came to being human. You would be better off with this Strange instead of him. He didn’t have the same dark dry humor he had or monstrous abilities for that matter. He was warm and loving and Stephen was just…not.

•He was sitting on the roof of one of the buildings at Kamar-Taj. He watched the sun set over the mountains. His heart aching. He had hidden from you for most of the day as he went over his worries. He knew they were most likely irrational, but a part of him couldn’t stop himself from doubting. He jumped when you sat down beside him, startling him from his thoughts. You bumped his shoulder. Giving him a soft smile when you noticed the look in his eyes.

“You’ve been hiding in the shadows all day. What’s wrong?” You asked. Stephen shrugged in response. Looking away from you as he tried to hide how he was feeling.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“It’s not nothing, you have that crease in your forehead you get when you’re upset,” You said, placing your hand on his back. His shoulders sagged as he considered telling you about the thoughts that had been plaguing him. But he was afraid if he did you’d actually agree with him and leave. He didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t want to lose you.

“Stephen, please look at me,” You said, your voice stern but caring. He reluctantly turned back to you. He closed his eyes when you cupped his face in your hands. Your touch providing comfort he had desperately needed. You studied his face carefully. Tracing your thumb along one of his cheekbones as you noticed the slight puffiness to his eyes.

“You’re lying to me and you’ve been crying. What’s really going on?”

•He’s stunned by your accusation, but you weren’t wrong. You’d been able to tell all that from simply looking at him? He thought he’d done such a good job of hiding everything. Yet it had taken you barely a few seconds to figure out he was lying. You pulled him into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Don’t look so shocked. You’re my boyfriend, I know your tells better than you do,” You murmured. He wrapped his arms around you to hold you closer to him as he buried his face in your neck.

•The thoughts he’d kept trapped in his head for so long finally came pouring out. His voice was muffled by the collar of your robes but you understood every word he said. You reached up to run your fingers through the back of his hair. Listening as he vented about how he thought you deserved better. How he couldn’t be what you needed. That he was afraid you’d leave when you finally realized of that. You held him long after he had finished talking. The two of you simply sitting on the rooftop as the sky grew dark. You hadn’t realized how much time you’d been spending away from him. Or how your friendship with your Strange had made him feel so insecure. The two of you stayed sitting there on the roof long after sky had grown dark. Simply holding Stephen as you processed everything he had said.

•You rested your cheek against his head as you finally spoke.

“I’m sorry you’ve felt like this and that I didn’t notice sooner. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d adjust quickly to my world when I had a hard time adjusting to yours,” You murmured. You hadn’t meant to make him doubt your love for him or his worth. You’d just gotten so caught up in getting back to your normal life you hadn’t realized he was struggling.

“What can I do to help? I can take some time off to spend with you and talk with Wong. See if I can get you moved into the Sanctum so we can be closer when I work,” You suggested. He let out a shaky sigh as he pulled back to meet your gaze. He could see the love and worry in your eyes. It was obvious you felt bad for not being there for him. What soothed his fears was the fact you wanted to fix this. You weren’t going to leave him just because he had doubted you. You still loved him and wanted to stay with him.

“Yes, please,” He said quietly. You took one of his hands in yours, your expression earnest.

“I promise, I’ll do better from here on out. But please don’t hide what your feeling from me. I want to be able to work things out if something is upsetting you.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours as the stress he had felt began to melt away. He was grateful you hadn’t brushed his concerns off but that you had taken him seriously.

“Thank you, and I promise to be better with talking with you.”

[marveldaydreamer]

People fancasting young Barty Crouch JR as a blue-eyed pretty boy as if he isn't literally already played by David Tennant in the movies........ the prettiest pretty boy..........

(He is more Remus-y in my mind yeah but HES LITERALLY ALREADY BARTY CROUCH JR GUYS)

[marveldaydreamer]

Somewhere In The Multiverse | Sinister Strange, Supreme Strange & Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is based on a dream I had. Absolute chaos, but I hope this makes sense. Stephen 1 is our Stephen, Stephen 2 is Supreme Strange, Strange 3 is Sinister Strange. MINOR SPOLIERS to me which means there are spoilers. If you have not seen the movie do not read. If you read this, no you didn’t. No one ever saw this.

Warnings: Minimal Plot, MINOR SPOLIERS, Three Strange’s fighting, blood, Mentions of loss, Showing off, Swearing, Possessive sex, Unprotected sex, Degrading. There are more so tread carefully. 

Characters: Doctor Strange, Sinister Strange, Supreme Strange, Fem!Reader, Wong, America

Pairing: Doctor Strange, Sinister Strange, Supreme Strange x Fem!Reader

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[marveldaydreamer]

Scenario: Imagine the Strange variants and how they act when they’re jealous.

Type of trope: Jealousy, slight angst, fluff

Pairings: Stephen Strange x gn!reader, Defender!Strange x gn!reader, Sinister!Strange x gn!reader, Supreme!Strange x gn!reader

Warnings!-Anger, jealousy, tad bit of possessiveness, mentions of death(Bcus Sinister Strange be like that)

DO NOT: Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else

Before we start, we all know pretty much every Stephen Strange has commitment issues. So if he’s with you he’s taken a big step. However, this also leads to issues because he’ll be terrified of you finding someone better and leaving him.

Stephen Strange:

•He will start low key insulting the person who’s flirting/giving you a little too much attention. Trying to downgrade them and put them in their place so to speak.

•He gets a bit distant afterwards. He sees it as a reminder of how he’s not the perfect partner. That he’s still a mess and he doesn’t express himself as much as he should. Which is a contradiction considering he brushes you off for a bit while he broods in self pity. When you finally manage to snap him back to reality he apologizes(shocking, I know!).

•Stephen is generally rather physically affectionate, but after moments of jealousy he becomes more verbally affectionate. He doesn’t always remember that people need to hear that he cares about them. He thinks actions speak louder than words. However, he’s quick to compliment you or praise you on a job well done. Trying to reassure you he does in fact love you very much.

•Will cut his studies short to just spend time with you as well. He knows he can sometimes get wrapped up in his work and worries that if he doesn’t pay you enough attention you might get upset and genuinely start thinking about leaving him. It’s one of his worst fears after Christine told him why it wouldn’t have worked between them.

Defender!Strange:

•Honestly, the best out of all the Strange’s. However, he’s still a Stephen Strange variant. Which means he’s still got issues and an attitude.

•Will get snappy and lose his patience quicker the longer the person stays around. If the person doesn’t get the hint that he doesn’t want them there, Stephen will ask you to go do something for him. Whether it’s running a chore to Kamar-Taj or the Avenger’s tower. However far away he can get you from the person.

•He’ll be more cuddlier afterwards. He’ll keep an arm around your waist, shoulders, or have his hand linked in yours. He’ll give you plenty more kisses and words of affection. All in an effort to show how much he needs and appreciates you. Because honestly he’s terrified you’ll leave him.

•I mean, who wants to be in a relationship with the Sorcerer Supreme? His life is constantly in danger. He’s gone for long stretches of time, sometimes without any way to communicate with you to tell you he’s okay. He’s received injuries from scrapes and bruises, to broken bones and stab wounds that needed weeks to heal. Who would want to deal with the constant fear that their significant other could be killed at any moment?

•He feels the need to constantly make it up to you. Whether it’s apologizing for missing a date/anniversary, or spoiling you with gifts so you know he was thinking of you even while he was away.

Sinister!Strange:

•Let’s be honest. The person who’s taking your attention away from him is going to disappear(they’re dead). He sees anyone who comes in between you and him as a threat. He destroyed his universe to be with you, he’s not about to lose you again.

•Tends to get incredibly clingy afterwards. He knows he’s not the man he used to be, and that he’s a monster. Which makes him feel like he has to convince you to stay with him. He feels the need to show you just how truly devoted to you he is. Because if he can convince you no one else could treat you like the center of their universe, you won’t leave him…right?

•He refuses to let go of you for the next few days. He’ll have his arms wrapped around your waist, or have you sit in his lap while he reads, and will compliment you whenever you’re quiet for too long. He can be a bit smothering at times like this.

•He’s the most insecure out of the Strange variants. He’s well aware he’s a soulless monster. He usually didn’t care when others saw him as such, but you? He’s terrified one day you’ll wake up and realize you can’t stand him. That you’d leave him for someone more human.

Supreme!Strange:

•Gets cranky if anyone starts giving you a little too much attention. Unlike MCU!Strange who disguises his insults as backhanded compliments. Supreme Strange will just straight up insult them and trash talk them to their face. He tries to drive them off as quickly as possible.

•He’ll shower you with compliments and praise afterwards. He’ll ask for your help with things no matter how small for the next few days. Mainly as an excuse to keep you close to him and spend time with you. Will kiss you for longer and hold you a little tighter, trying to show you he really does care.

•He’s more of a material person than the other Strange’s, and not nearly as humbled. He’s definitely someone who will shower you with gifts and try to buy your love even though he already has it(think Tony Stark when he got Pepper the massive plush rabbit).

•He knows he’s not exactly the most affectionate, but surely if he shows you he can get you whatever you want you’ll have a reason to stay. Who else can bring you the heart of a star as a necklace, or buy you that expensive book collection you’d been gushing over?

[marveldaydreamer]

Hey! As much as I love dom!Stephen, I was wondering if we could switch things up and if you could write a smut where reader switches their roles one day bc she sees someone flirt with him and gets jealous and he sees she has a possessive side too and then she marks him up to show others he is taken? Thanks !!!

Not Very Good At Subtle

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), little bit if rough play, semi-public sex, language, it's just pure filth

I may have been imagining this ever since we started seeing pics of him in that suit. I have zero shame. Written so reader can be either a regular person or sorcerer/Avenger.

Nat could tell by the way you jabbed the swizzle stick at the ice in your drink that you were ticked off. She followed your glare and saw the source of your displeasure. A female reporter in a cocktail about one size too small who was trying to cozy up to a certain sorcerer. It didn't help that he looked absolutely fucking delicious in that suit.

You were far less than entertained at the over the top way she had taken to showing her interest in Doctor Stephen Strange. He was an incredibly charming man who had the handsome good looks of a classic movie star. It was just the icing on the cake that he was a genius as well as an MD. He also loved to show off. Literally turning water into wine as one of his favorite party tricks. All those features easily attracted many lovely women or men whenever he wanted, and sometimes when he didn't.

All things that had attracted you to him. Which is exactly why you were perturbed. She was flirting with your man, and while he wasn't necessarily reciprocating it he wasn't dismissing her either. He was making sure to split his attention between the other two or three people in the cluster around him. Occasionally awkwardly acknowledging her when she would place a hand on his upper arm or toss her hair with a phoney laugh before trying to shove her cleavage toward him. 

You had arrived together but quickly found different places to stand. Everyone knew you were friends but you didn't want to be seen as "his date". You were both trying to keep your relationship quiet for the time being. 

Hell the only reason Nat knew why you were so mad was because she had found a little love note he had left for you one day when she was rooting through your purse for a pen. Before she could call you on it loud enough the whole city would know you managed to wrangle her into a room and tell her everything. 

That yes, you and Stephen were seeing each other. That you were a couple. You just weren't ready to be out in the open yet. So other than her, and you suspicioned Wanda, Wong was the only other one who knew for sure. They both had been sworn to secrecy.

Once you had arrived at the event you quickly found the girls and made a beeline for them. Wanda tried to split her time with Vision. Nat and Maria both liked to hang together and people watch. Stephen was more or less forced to mill around, schmoozing with all of the bigwigs. Trying to keep the Avengers in good social standing meant playing dancing monkey. 

"You grip that glass any tighter and you're gonna break it." 

Nat couldn't help but tease you a little. She thought it was adorable the way you and Strange would both dance around each other whenever you were in the same room. You were both terrible at trying to be secretive. How everyone didn't already know about you two was beyond her.

"You know if you want to get his attention you could just go get Bucky or Thor to dance with you." 

A faux innocent grin played on Wanda's face. Trying to goad you into confessing. Or at the very least creating an interesting show for everyone else to watch.

It was now Maria's turn to poke at you. "I think it's more she just wants him away from her."  

"Oh my god does everyone know?" 

They all chuckled and looked at you. Shooting you a look that said just how bad your poker face had really been. Wanda was the one who decided to answer.

"No. Clearly she doesn't. I think most of the guys are still oblivious to. Other than Vis."

You heard the reporter's laugh again and slammed your glass down on the bartop, inadvertently garnering more attention toward yourself. 

"Okay that's it", you said pointedly just as she took another step to try and press herself closer to Stephen. You launched yourself in their direction and walked briskly toward the small group. Slowing as you approached to look more inconspicuous. Once you were behind Stephen you reached around to touch the arm closest to the reporter and wedged your body between them.

"Excuse me, Dr. Strange, we seem to have a little matter that could use your attention in the other room. If I could borrow you for just a moment."

You could see the panic behind his eyes. You called him "Dr. Strange". You never did that. He could also see the reporter staring daggers at you and already trying to reach around you to grab onto his arm to get him to stay.

He fumbled out a hurried "of course", and started following you toward the single bathroom just off the main room. Just barely avoiding the grasp of the now offended other woman. 

You both tried to keep a casual pace, but took large steps to get to the door as quickly as possible. You had no backup plan if someone else beat you to the currently unoccupied private space. Maybe there was a closet nearby, but you didn't have the patience left to look for it.

You pushed him into the bathroom ahead of you and swiftly moved to lock the door behind you. He was already starting to try to calm you down before he even turned to face you. He was very aware why you were upset and wanted to assuage any worry you had. He was crazy about you.

You clapped your hand over his mouth to shush him and pushed him back to the wall with the other. His eyes showed his shock. He was used to being the dominant one and your show of predation caught him completely off guard.

"Shut up Stephen. I'm going to talk, and you are going to answer when told. Do you understand me?" 

A playful glint in your eye told him he should only be a little afraid. You were still in earshot of everyone else surely you wouldn't do anything too crazy. He nodded his head.

"Good boy" 

You pulled your hand away and kissed him hard. Letting your hands ruffle his hair and your body press firmly to his. When you felt his hands grab your ass you reached back and swatted them away signalling you could touch him, but not vice versa. You let the kiss slow before breaking away. 

Smiling at the flush now on Stephen's cheeks and your lipstick now smeared on his mouth. You let your hands slide down his collar to play with the knot in his tie. Letting him catch his breath before you continued on with your game.

Once you could tell his vision was focused and he was paying attention once again you loosened his tie and undid his top button as you let your words fall slow and sultry. Heavy with the possibility of consequence for his action. You were a lioness who had cornered your unsuspecting prey. This was a side of you Stephen had never seen before. Though thrown off balance still, your prey was all too willing to let you devour him.

"Did you think I would really stand by and watch her throw herself at you Stephen? Did you think I didn't notice whenever she would run her hand up your arm? Wanting you to touch her. You wouldn't though, would you baby? There's only one woman you want to touch, isn't there?"

He dropped his head back against the wall and your lips found his throat as you reached down to grab his crotch in one hand. Sucking and biting little marks against the sensitive spots on his neck in between your words. You were marking your territory. 

You knew the answer to your question, and he knew that you knew the answer. 

You could feel his heart starting to race as you let your hand start to stroke and massage his cock. Feeling him grow and harden, hot and heavy under your touch. 

"There's only one woman you want to touch you isn't there Stephen? You like it when I touch you don't you baby? Like when I stroke your cock just like this." 

Stephen moaned and started to grind his hips against your hand. His hands gripped at your hips hesitantly but he didn't try to pull you closer. He didn't know what your endgame was and he didn't want to do anything to accidentally make you stop. 

'You like when I suck your cock too, don't you?"

At that he whimpered a little. He was already putty in your hands and the thought of your mouth on his cock only melted him more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded frantically as he tried to stay quiet.

The hand that was still resting on his chest quickly moved up and pulled his hair hard in your fist making him look you in the eyes. A firm look now on your face.

"Answer me Stephen." 

"Fuck yes sweetheart. Love when you suck my cock. Your mouth feels so good baby. Best I've ever felt. Always want you to suck my cock."

You hiked up the bottom of your dress and knelt down in front of him. Your eyes never left his and the Cheshire cat grin never left your face. Even if you were the one in the physically submissive position you were still very much the one in charge. 

"Well, if you want it Stephen, let me hear you beg for it." 

You dropped your head forward placing a long lascivious lick over the bulge in his expensive suit pants. Teasing him through the fabric. Knowing he would be able to feel the warmth of your tongue just enough to drive him crazy.

Stephen was clearly torn between desperately wanting you to continue and being very aware that everyone in the other room probably saw you disappear in there together. You had already been in there for a decent amount of time. People would get suspicious soon. Plus he knew he wouldn't be able to be quiet if you started sucking him off.

You started to place kisses over his now painfully hard cock. Gazing up at him like you were the one pleading to get him in your mouth. Seeing you look so wanton but so in control was what broke him.

"Fuck it, fuck it if they hear. Want you to suck my cock so bad sweetheart. Need to feel your warm wet mouth, and god the things you do with that tongue. Please suck my cock baby. Please. Need my cock in your mouth."

You licked your lips in anticipation as you undid his dress pants pushing them down to his knees. Taking a moment to admire the tent in his briefs where his cock strained under the fabric. You also couldn't help but take a little lick of the damp spot that had now formed where the head of his cock had already started leaking. Humming in delight at the hint of the taste of him, and making him give out a needy little moan. 

You cocked your head up at him with a cheeky smirk as you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down.

"Don't worry Doctor. You know I can make you feel so good."

You made sure to position yourself so that when his long cock sprung free from its constraints it came very close to smacking you in the face. 

Smiling as you gripped his base and kissed his swollen tip before starting to place little kitten licks over it. You stuck out your tongue and made a big show of licking up and down his shaft. Your other hand slid up to start playing with his balls. He was starting to throb in your hands. 

High pitched whimpers and groans coming from the powerful man above you. Little pleas of "please y/n, please." Urging you to suck him in. 

"Since you beg so nicely baby."

You still started slow. Sucking in just his head but moaning as you did. Making a very shallow bobbing motion you slowly started taking him in deeper. Each time you came up you made sure to pull off with a little bit of a pop. You wanted this to be nice and sloppy. A blowjob Stephen would never forget.  

You slid him down your throat inch by inch, holding him there once you hit the base of his cock and swallowed around him the best you could. Using one arm you tried to hold his hips mostly still, looking up at him as the corners of your eyes started to water. Your mascara and eyeliner starting to smudge and run under your eyes.

You let him try to rut against the back of your throat for a moment until you ran out of air. Gasping as you pulled all the way off of him. A string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock before dripping down your chin when you lowered back and started bobbing on his entire length. 

He clawed at the wall. Desperately trying to keep from grabbing at your hair. He was going to be good and follow your rules because fuck he needed to cum so bad. Between his moans and the cursing mixed with begging, interlaced with the erotic sound of you slurping at his cock there was no way someone couldn't hear exactly what was going on in that bathroom. Stephen was so far gone he couldn't care less.

He practically sobbed when you pulled your mouth away from his throbbing cock. Spitting on it before you started stroking him in your hand. You ducked down to lick and kiss his balls, you could feel them starting to tighten to his body as you worked on him. He was close. 

"I love sucking your cock Stephen, tastes so fucking good. You've got no idea how wet you've got me." 

You moaned as you stroked him and made a show of grinding your hips against nothing. Stopping when you took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the ridge. Licking up all the pre-cum he was dribbling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. You licked and kissed every inch of his manhood until you were ready to finish him.

"I know you're ready to cum Stephen. You want to cum in my mouth baby? Beg to cum down my throat. Then we can go home and I'm gonna ride your face. Does that sound good, baby? Tell me what you want."

Without waiting for him to answer you started bobbing up and down faster, using your mouth and your hands in sync on him. One hand stroking his base when your mouth pulled up to his head, your other hand tugged gently at his balls like you were milking them. Making sure to give him as much stimulation as you possibly could. Honestly, you were a little surprised when he managed semi-coherent full sentences. 

"God - FUCK! - yes baby, please let me… please make me cum in your mouth. Uhhh! Need to… need to. Need you, need your pussy. Fuck fuck fuck!" 

He came with a loud groan and practically doubled over your body as you swallowed everything he gave you. Smiling to yourself as you let him slide from your mouth. Being sure to lick him clean as he came down from his high. 

You gingerly and carefully pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking him back in before fastening them. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open as he rested against the wall. His normally perfect hair sticking every which way and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

You redid his shirt button and straightened his tie, making the handy work you had done on his neck was still somewhat visible. You stepped over to the sink to wet a hand towel before moving back to him. Brushing his hair back into place before using the wet cool cloth to mop his brow.

His eyes were now open and he smiled as he looked down at you as you cared for him. He knew he had hit the jackpot with you. He tilted your chin up with one hand to gently kiss your lips before taking the hand towel and using it to wipe the smeared makeup from under your eyes. 

He pulled you against him and nuzzled into your hair. Humming in contentment and rocking you side to side gently. Stopping and pressing multiple kisses to your forehead.

"You know you had absolutely no reason to worry right? As far as I'm concerned you were the only woman in that room tonight and any other night. I do think our little secret might be out though. We weren't exactly quiet." 

You giggled at his last statement.

"Well you weren't quiet." 

You could practically hear him roll his eyes at your retort.

"Either way though, I don't care. Take me home Stephen. I just want to be with you. You go out first and get my coat. I'll meet you at the door."

He swallowed and started walking toward the door, readying himself for the most public walk of shame of his life. You watched him through the mirror as you fixed your hair.

He barely cracked the door and tried to slip out unnoticed despite the fact that your amorous activities still clearly showed on his skin and in his demeanor. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and waited an appropriate amount of time to exit. 

Where Stephen tried to fly under the radar you made no attempt to hide. Walking straight through the center of the room with your head raised high. You felt untouchable. As you walked the crowd parted for you like the Red Sea. An aura of sex now surrounding you. 

Deciding to make a little detour you set your handbag on the bar next to the reporter who now stood in stunned silence. You grabbed the martini in front of her and downed the last sip before picking up the napkin underneath it and dabbed at the corners of your mouth. You placed both back down in front of her as You pulled a compact and lipstick bullet from your bag. Making a show of reapplying your lipstick.

You popped both back in your bag and turned to leave. Making sure to look her dead in the eye with a cocky smirk on your face as you turned. The sway in your hips now even greater as you walked through the crowd toward the door where Stephen was already waiting with your coat. 

The clumps of Avengers you passed all displayed different reactions. Tony and Clint grinning from ear to ear, with Pepper and Rhodey trying to hide grins. Steve and Bruce blushing, unable to make eye contact with you. Thor, Sam, & Bucky tipped their glasses and acknowledged you with a "ma'am" or a wink. Wanda giggling next to a quizzical faced Vision. 

Nat turned to nudge your shoulder as you went to walk past her and wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Subtle", she said in a hushed tone. Though it caused Maria to snort loudly next to her.

You grinned back at her without hesitation, eyes never leaving you disheveled & now marked up Doctor.

"Guess I'm not very good at subtle."

A devilish grin appeared on her face before she winked at you.

"That's my girl."

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[marveldaydreamer]

A True Showman

Inspired By This HUNK of a man on TikTok

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy

You were sick, getting better, then sick again. It was exhausting, you forced yourself to go to work and hide in your office so you could take things slow. Too bad that’s not realistic, you were constantly interrupted. 

After trying to stick it out for an hour, you were done, you packed your purse and drove back to your home. You sat on the couch, blankets all around you. You lay on the couch with a heating pad on and groaned in pain. You couldn’t wait for Stephen to come home. You sent him a text to ask him if he could bring you cake. He sent you back a thumbs up. 

A few hours later, Stephen portaled into your home. “Hello, darling~” He smiled and walked over to you. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, “Hi honey.” 

“Feeling better?” 

“Getting there.” 

“I know you asked me for cake so I ordered it to be delivered later. Right now I’m going to make you something, what does my lady request?” Stephen stroked your head which was covered by the blanket. 

“Soup? Maybe pita bread tacos?” 

“Then stay here and I will be back.” Stephen smiled and kissed your forehead. 

You smiled and turned to look at him and your eyes grew wide. “What’s with the fancy Armani suit?” You grinned, you loved seeing him in that. 

Stephen chuckled softly, “Oh this? I was at a trial defending Wong for releasing the Abomination.” 

“How did it go?” 

“Well, it’s a good thing I still remembered how to do the memory spell.” Stephen grinned and you smirked. 

“I’ll tell you more but after you eat.” Stephen kissed your hand and walked over to the kitchen. 

You bit your lip checking his ass out. 

Stephen removed his suit jacket and tie and set it on the nearest chair. He pulled up his sleeves and took out the ingredients to make your soup from scratch.

 After a little bit, you got up from the couch, mug in hand, and headed toward the kitchen. You set your mug on the counter and turned to look at Stephen who was chopping the vegetables. You stood there mesmerized by him. Here was Adonis right before you and he was cooking for you, making you feel better. Your jaw dropped when you noticed a few of his top buttons were opened. 

He put them all into the pot and set the temperature on the stove. He turned around and finally noticed you were standing there, jaw dropped. “What?” Stephen asked. 

“I think I want something else to make me feel better.” 

“Hm? What’s that?” 

You stepped closer to him and ran your hands on your chest. “You.” 

Author’s Note: I have no idea if Stephen is a good cook or not, I just did for the tiktok because he would look so hot cooking. Plus I need Stephen to nurse me back to health.

Dividers By: @firefly-graphics​

Tagging: @thealleydog, @silver-shadow, @strangelockd, @pinkthick, @strangeswife, @mynamehasbeentakenbysomeperson, @strangesthirdeye, @fizzybubbletea​

[marveldaydreamer]

Post of my older art from 2022

Doctor Strange in The Multiverse of Madness

Doctor Strange,Defender Strange,Supreme Strange,Sinister Strange,Dead Strange

[marveldaydreamer]

Please remember that the Ancient One said this about Stephen.

And this

Plus Stephen's own speech

And one of his sacrifices

He is one of the best characters in the MCU. Only few writers in the MCU seem to get his character from the first movie.

I made this post as a part of group therapy for his fans

[marveldaydreamer]

Worth It - Everett Ross

Request: can you write a reader x Everett Ross where the reader is with him when they are interviewing klaw and when he escapes and all the gun shots happen she throws herself in front of him to protect him? Can it end in angst? Thank you!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

ALL MASTERLIST’S Requests are OPEN for Black Panther and Erik Killmonger ONLY!

It was worth it.

Jumping in front of the explosion, you hadn’t only saved the Wakandan, Nakia, but Ross as well. And that was worth it. Saving two lives, the life of a innocent and a loved one. You told yourself it was worth it.

But as the pain registered, and you felt the hands that grabbed at you gently turn you around, you hesitated in your thoughts. You didn’t regret it, oh no, you’d rather have it be you on the ground, now, in pain and crying out than have it be Ross or even Nakia. Any day. 

But you wondered if it was worth it, did that make sense?

Nakia suddenly left your side and you were left with a few agents and Ross, gazing at you and Ross trying to tell you it’d be fine. But would it? The explosion had lodged into your spine, you knew that much and damage to the spine could be fatal or life-altering. You weren’t a doctor, but you learned those sort of simple things in elementary school.

Be careful, the teachers would say. Always play safe.

But they also said, protect those you love. Or take care of those you care for. 

So which was it?

There footsteps and then in moments T’Challa and Okoye were by your side, crouched down and assessing the situation. “Ross jumped in front of me,” Nakia explained, voice shaky as her eyes fell on you. “She jumped in front of both of us.”

“You can’t let her die,” Ross mumbled, voice faltering. It was the first time anyone but you had seen the CIA Agent’s emotions falter. He always kept a facade up, a mask to hide whatever he truly was feeling. He could be funny, sure, or even crack a smile, but he was still a agent and that line of work required you to mask what you truly felt.

T’Challa didn’t know what to do.

“We can’t let her die,” Nakia agreed. “We have the technology to save her. She saved my life! They both did!”

Ross was cradling you, best he could with your injury as you softly grumbled about it pain. My God did it hurt. You felt a breeze hit your back, as they had raised it to see the wound and you could almost feel the blood slowly seeping from the wound.

“Please,” Ross whispered, looking up at T’Challa. “Help her.”

“We won’t let her die.” T’Challa announced, “we’re taking them both back to Wakanda.”

Okoye visibly bristled, shouts of disagreement leaving her lips as she tried to convince T’Challa otherwise of his decision. But he held strong and you felt his hand fall on your back. “I will not let her die when we have the power to save her.” And Ross watched with interested eyes as he pulled one of the beads off of his bracelet off and placed it on your wound, pushing it in slightly. Your skin absorbed it.

“This will stabilize her for now,” T’Challa told Ross, who nodded. “Until we can get her back.”

“Thank you,” Ross whispered, leaning down to you. “You’re gonna be okay.”

His words soothed, but as you felt the pain ease and your eyes fall shut, you weren’t too sure.

let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

[marveldaydreamer]

Captain Price and Commander Graves fighting for your attention would consist of:

(Reader is part of TF141 and only has a professional relationship with both. On the outside at least.)

➳ Price having to hastily leave the room whenever Graves would so blatantly hit on you by either complimenting your shooting skills or devouring you whole with his gaze so he wouldn't remove Grave's head from his neck.

➳ Graves daydreaming about Price getting blown off whenever you'd call him 'Captain' or look at him with those puppy eyes awaiting for a command and Price staring at your lips for way too long.

➳ Price purposely pairing you up with him so you wouldn't have to be the one to go with Graves and his Shadows (plus a lot of whining from Soap cause he'd always have to do the dirty job.)

➳ Gaz would have to physically remove Price from the meeting room when Graves wouldn't agree on moving forward with the mission unless he had you on the team.

➳ Graves insisting loudly on you joining the Shadow Company after this mission cause he'd be a much better boss and he'd take such a good care of you under his command, a thousand filthy words hiding behind that everlasting smirk on his face.

➳ Price trying to hide his smile whenever you'd tell Graves to fuck off cause your team, especially your boss are just fine and you're good where you are.

➳ Price taking advantage of how comfortable and safe you feel with him with gentle touches, even better if Graves would be there to watch, touching your shoulder, fixing something on your uniform, lingering his fingertips a bit too long whenever handing you something.

➳ Graves biting back by making you laugh, telling you the stupidest jokes quietly enough so no one else would hear just to watch your cold exterior towards him crumble, earning a giggle from your lips before you replace it with your usual annoyed expression towards him.

➳ Price ordering you to do little things outside of the mission just to prove how obedient and eager you are to follow his every command with your usual, playful "Yes, Captain" or "Right away, sir" with a tone that revealed your obvious favoritism and Price having to excuse himself way too early for 'bed' cause that's all he could think about.

➳ Graves feeling so jealous he would unfortunately take it out on his Shadows, wishing you were calling him your Commander instead. One time, it accidentally fell from your lips while you had to pair up with them and Price wasn't present, and he almost finished in his pants.

➳ Price accidentally letting his calm composure slip and mumbling a soft "Don't leave." Wanting to add a silent 'me' at the end but then quickly realising how frustrating it was that Graves proposal got under his skin even though he knows how loyal to him you are. "Don't leave the task force, Y/L/N. We need you here."

➳ Graves following you outside in the beautiful quiet of the night, only the stars and the cool breeze accompanying you as you both sat in silence on the ground. He would let his guard down a bit, telling you all about the starry night sky back in his hometown in the US and how you'd love to see it, indirectly asking you to.

➳ Price bringing you coffee late in the armory while you'd be cleaning your weapon, sitting down next to you with his warm tea in hand. Just your presence would be enough to calm the thousand waves crushing in his mind.

➳ Graves would definitely become a stalker accidentally, trying to catch you alone cause whenever you'd be around your task force or Price, you wouldn't pay him much attention. "Running away from me, soldier?" He'd corner you against a surface, gaze intimidating like a predator about to devour his prey.

If you were to reply with his title like "Why would you think that, Commander?" He'd probably forget where the two of you were and press you up against the nearest wall.

➳ Price would notice you easing up for Graves and would take matters into his own hands, asking you straight away if there was something going on between the two of you and telling you how unprofessional it was, jealousy so very visible on his face.

"Are you jealous, Captain?" Your tone playful and unserious like always. He'd finally do something bolder, frustration catching up to him like a wildfire. "What if I am, Y/N?" He'd throw his cigar on the floor, eyes never leaving yours before closing in so the remaining smoke would hit your face along with the realisation.

"Do something about it then." And so he would.

➳ Graves would intentionally let slip something about yourself that you have told him on your little private midnight walks in front of Price, to let him know that the coldness you display is in fact only for show and that he knows more about you on a personal level.

➳ Price would have to take a step outside before doing something he'd regret, cursing the universe and Shepherd for bringing this asshole into his path to steal you away from him before his racing thoughts would get interrupted by the very person he despised the most.

"We're both grown men here, Price. Oh, and you know what they say. Sharing is caring."

What Graves would imply made him look even more dangerous in Price's eyes. Either let the better man win your affections or have them both share you so you wouldn't have to choose, even at the same time:).

[marveldaydreamer]

Don't Let Me Go

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Angst / +18 Smut (Just a bit)

Synopsis: When the reader discovers that the Illuminati sentenced Stephen to death, she decides to do everything in her power to save him, even if it means going against her father's orders.

Warnings: MoM spoilers, Slight sexual content (P in V)

Writer note: This is sad! I literally cried while writing this. The Illuminati are a big part of the story, but here the leader of the group is Tony Stark (RDJ, of course) The reader is Tony Stark's daughter. If you can please listen to this two songs, they were the inspirations for this fic.

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“[Y/N] are you listening to what I'm saying?”

You stared at your father with tears in your eyes. You had stopped listening when he said that the Illuminati had decided that Stephen should be killed, that he was a danger to all universes.

“I know you like him. I've never understood the kind of relationship that exists between you, but whatever it is needs to end now. This is an order.”

Your father, the great Tony Stark, Iron Man and leader of the Illuminati, was giving you an order to stay away from the man you loved and that was unbearable. You felt the ground disappear under your feet and an absurd rage erupted from your chest.

“I will not do it! I don't care what decision the Illuminati made, they are wrong. You are wrong.”

Your father sighed, bending over his legs and putting his head in his hands.

“I don't know what he did, but I'm sure it can be solved. He killed Thanos, he saved the world and now you just want to sacrifice him for a mistake?!”

“We killed Thanos and saved the world together! His mistake caused the annihilation of an entire universe. Do you have any idea what that means? The countless number of lives that have ceased to exist because of Doctor Strange's mistake?”

You didn't know that. Nobody told you anything in that place. Even if you worked in the Illuminati lab, even if you were a brilliant scientist, everyone still treated you like Tony Stark's daughter, like the heiress of a billionaire whose job was a hobby and didn't need to be taken seriously.

The only people who didn't treat you like that were Reed Richards and Stephen. Your best friend and the man you've always been madly in love with.

“Baby, I know this hurts you, but I need you to understand that no one made this decision without thinking. Everyone here looks up to Doctor Strange and is grateful to him for everything he's done. Without him we would never have found the book of Vishanti and consequently saved our universe, but what he did…”  Your father ran a hand over his face

“…the means by which he achieved this, all that he hid from us... we cannot forgive that.”

You stood up wiping the tears that fell from your face. You wanted to get as far away from Tony Stark as possible at that moment. It was late at night, and you were at home in Stark Tower. You looked out the window seeing the lights down there, the passing cars. You wondered how the world could go on when the man who saved it was about to be killed.

“It will be done tomorrow morning.”  He informed with a choked voice “Black Bolt will take care of it. He will not suffer.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall, your teeth clenched, your jaw tight.

“If you allow them to do this to him, I will never forgive you”

He sighed heavily “I hope this isn't true. Or that eventually you understand how difficult this decision was for me.”

You heard the door slamming and you gave in to crying. You've known something was wrong with Stephen for some time. When you caught him using the Darkhold one night at the Sanctum you questioned him about the dangers it could pose to him, but he just smirked saying he knew what he was doing.

Stephen was too proud, egotistical, and too arrogant to say when things got out of hand and ask for help and now you hated him for that.

“Damn it, Stephen!”

You wiped away your tears deciding that spending the whole night crying wouldn't save him. In fact, the only person who could save Stephen Strange was himself, the problem was that according to your father he had surrendered willingly, determined to accept whatever punishment was for his crime.

You needed to see him. Maybe if you could talk to him, you'd put a little sense of self-preservation in his head.

You called to the only person in the world who could help you meet Stephen. You only had an idea of ​​where he might be, and if you were right, you might would be able to convince him to help you.

Reed answered the phone and from the tone of his voice he expected you to know everything by now.

“[Y/N], I'm sorry, I can't help you. Nobody can talk to him. These are orders from Professor Xavier and your father.”

You sighed in frustration

“Reed, please. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I just need to talk to him one last time. You, above anyone else, must understand this. You're my best friend.”

“[Y/N], you don't understand. If I help you and someone finds out, and they will find out, I might get banned from the group. I can’t risk my entire career.

“Reed, please” Now you were sobbing “I know you know where he is and I know you can help me in. Now tell me, if it was Sue, wouldn't you want to say goodbye? If our places were switched, wouldn't you expect me to help you? You are my friend, please. I'm begging you!”

He was silent and you waited for his answer with your hand over your mouth.

“Meet me at the lab in 1 hour.”

You almost screamed “Thank you, thank you, Reed. I love you I love you.”

You snuck out of the Tower, driving fast through the streets now empty by late-night hours.

When you parked in front of the Illuminati building, your heart was racing. The place that had always been your place of work, your second home, now seemed hostile and when you tried to get through the electronic door with your access card, you were surprised to see that authorization was denied.

You sighed in frustration “Damn it, Tony Stark!”

You were picking up your cell phone to call Reed again when he appeared opening the door from the inside out with his own card.

“They blocked my card!” You almost screamed “What's wrong with these people?!”

Reed motioned for you to be quiet and pointed at the cameras.

“I managed to interfere in Ultron's system, but I need to get you in that room before your father realizes something's wrong and you know it's not easy to fool Tony Stark.”

You nodded “Good thing you're the smartest man alive”

You walked after him through the empty halls. It was after one o'clock in the morning and you felt apprehensive as if you had suddenly become a criminal, which in a way, in the eyes of the team, you now really were.

You and Reed took the elevator to the underground floors.

“Reed, you can’t let them do this to him. He is your friend”

He sighed “They voted. I was the only one who voted against it. I’m sorry, I really tried to convince them.”

You shook your head fighting the tears.

 He took you by the hall where Stephen was. It was just a normal room and only two Ultron robots guarded the door. Of course, Stephen had surrendered, otherwise no technology would be able to keep him inside.

“I'll leave you alone, but remember, the execution is scheduled for seven in the morning. You better not be here when they come for him."

You nodded “Thank you, Reed.”

“You would do the same for me.”

When you entered and closed the door behind you, you found Stephen sitting in an armchair wearing his blue tunic. Cloak standing beside him.

He kept his head down in total surrender. He even looked to see who had entered.

You walked halfway and stopped. Cloak moving merrily as it noticed your presence.

“Were you really going to leave me without saying goodbye?”

He raised his head in surprise, staring at you with a mixture of sadness and shame. Deep blue eyes filled with tears that streamed down his face.

“I'm very sorry.”

His voice was choked and barely a whisper and it broke your heart to understand that he was apologizing for everything and especially for having to leave you.

You wanted to run to him and hug him, but your feet could barely support you on your feet. You took a step towards him noticing for the first time the blackened fingertips. It hadn't been there the last time you saw each other.

You had taken a trip to South Korea to represent Stark Industries at a science expo and because of that you were gone for two weeks. You had arrived the night before and took the day off to rest. You were totally unaware of everything that was going on and only became aware of it when your father told you.

“You should have told me what was going on” You said now finally reaching him, you touched his face and made him look at you “We spoke in the morning and you let me believe that everything was fine. I could have helped you convince them, I'm sure you didn't do it because you wanted to. We make mistakes, Stephen, we're humans. Even you are human.”

He shook his head “My mistake is unforgivable, [Y/N]. I killed an entire universe.”

You knelt in front of him and touched his hands. They were shaking and felt cold, they looked menacing dyed black like that.

“Stephen, you saved our world. You are a hero. You didn't do this on purpose. They can't kill you, they don't have that right. You are the Sorcerer Supreme!”

He took your hands and pushed you away and stood up. Cloak moved toward him, but he waved it away.

“You shouldn't be here. That’s too much for you. I asked them to tell you only after it was over. It doesn't help anything, it will only hurt you more.

You stood up turning to face him.

“That decision isn’t yours. How can you think so little of me?! Did you really think it would somehow be better if I found out only after you were killed? Stephen, I love you. Does my love mean nothing to you?”

He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“[Y/N], your love is everything to me. That’s why I can’t go on like this. I am corrupted, I am poisoned. Look at my hands!”

He stopped noticing he had just yelled at you.

“I'm sorry... for all of this. It's unfair to you, you shouldn't have come.” He sighed heavily

“Damn, Richards!”

You walked to him and touched his face. He cupped your hand lowering his gaze.

“Stephen, look at me!”

He obeyed and you could lose yourself in his ocean blue eyes.

 “I came because I need to make you see how absurd this punishment is. You were honest to them, you told them the truth and surrendered to their judgment. That doesn't make you a villain. Villains don't own up to their mistakes, you gave yourself to justice because you're a good man and deserve to be judged for what you are. This punishment is not fair, Stephen. You can't accept it.”

He shook his head no “They have already decided. I'm not going to question Xavier's judgment, let alone your father's.”

You sighed in frustration “But they don't understand. They don't know anything about the Darkhold, about what it did to you. All they know is what Mordo told them. Mordo, Stephen! He hates you, he was always jealous of you. He wants you killed to take your place. He rigged their judgment against you, how can you not see that?!”

He walked away and sat on the bed. “It's too late to think about anything now.”

You knelt in front of him “No. It's not too late. You can leave here anytime you want. They didn't even bother to get your sling! Run away with me. We can go anywhere, start over. They wouldn’t dare to come for us. You are too powerful, they can’t fight you, Stephen and they know it”

He smiled contemplating the idea “Would you give up your life here for me?”

You nodded “Without a doubt.”

You took his hand and put it on your face “You are my life, Stephen Strange. I won't let you go, please don't let me go.”

He sighed pulling you to his lips with a desperation that broke your heart. The kiss was salty with the tears that kept rolling down his face and you realized that you had never seen Stephen crying. Up until that point he seemed to be unbreakable.

You broke the kiss to breathe and he lowered his lips to your neck.

“I missed you.”  He whispered softly in your ear.

You missed him too. Those two weeks in Seoul would have been a lot easier if he'd kept his promise to visit you at the hotel in the evenings, but he always had an excuse not to show up and now you know why.

He got up and held your hand helping you stand and started to unbutton your shirt. His hands were shaking and he sighed annoyed with himself. You took over the work unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. He took off your shirt and ran his lips down your collarbone to your breast, holding the other one in his hand. You held his hair, tilting your head back, letting him carry you.

He unbuttoned your bra and you helped him out of his tunic leaving him only in his pants. You caressed his smooth chest. Stephen was so handsome. You never got tired of admiring him.

He turned his lips to yours and pushed you onto the bed laying you on it and coming over you without detaching from your lips. He moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and the rest of your clothes disappeared. He used his knees to spread your legs and get between them using his hand to help his cock inside you.

You moaned loudly feeling your body stretch to accommodate him inside you. Stephen was so big, it never failed to please you.

He moaned against your lips moving slowly but each thrust was stronger and deeper than the last one as if he wanted to disappear inside you.

“Stephen... promise me...” Your words were interrupted by moans and hard breathing “Promise me we'll get out of here.”

He groaned into your lips, gripping your thigh and lifting it, placing your leg on his shoulder, increasing the depth of his thrusts even more.

“God...”  You grunted in response when his cock started to hit your sweet spot and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. “Damn it, Stephen... promise me!”

He let go of your leg and pulled you by your waist. He sat on the bed helping you to slide your legs over his thighs and you took your hand between you positioning him inside you again. You grabbed his shoulders, moving fast, riding him as you attacked his neck, biting, sucking, marking him as yours. He was yours and no one would take him away from you.

“Honey, tell me you are close” He asked groaning loudly.

You nodded “So close... I am so close, Stephen.”

He held your waist, moving you up and down on his cock, increasing the pace and you could feel him throbbing inside you. The climax hitting you both.

“God, I love you, honey” He panted.

You moaned softly feeling your body relaxing “I love you too, baby.”

He held you tight, laying you on the bed and lying on your side pulling you to his chest now wet with sweat.

You could feel the tiredness taking over you. It was a long day, but you refused to give in to it. “Stephen, we don't have time for this. We need to go.”

He touched your face, caressing it slowly.

“We have some time. Don't worry.”

You sighed finally feeling some firmness in his voice.

You smiled to him “Where do we go?”

He held you in his arms “Where would you like to go?”

You thought for a minute “I loved Seoul.”

He kissed your forehead caressing your hair and you closed your eyes, surrendering just for a minute to the tiredness that overwhelmed you.

“Can I ask you something?” He cooed

You hummed.

“Tell me you love me.”

“You know I do.”

“I know, I want to hear you saying.”

You smiled sleepy “I love you, Doctor Strange. I have always loved you and always will.”

He smiled satisfied.

...

Stephen got up and dressed quickly putting on his tunic. He sat at the desk and spent the last few minutes he had left writing a letter that was supposed to be a farewell but was now an apology. He left the letter on the pillow.

You were sleeping heavily and would stay that way for a few more hours thanks to the simple spell he put on you.

If he was going to do that, and he was going to do that, he didn't want you to be there to see it.

A knock at the door urged him on and Cloak clung to his shoulders as he sighed looking at you one last time. He obediently followed the Ultron robots and was taken to the Illuminati room where all the members were waiting for him.

He stopped where the robots ordered him to stop and they pushed him to his knees. He didn't resist.

“Is that really necessary?”  Asked Professor Xavier and Stark ordered the robots to let him up, but he refused. He remained kneeling there and surrendered.

Reed Richards approached

“Mordo asked you to hand over the relic."

Stephen nodded and made a gesture with his hands, but Cloak refused to let go. He grabbed it by the collar and tugged it hard as the relic struggled but surrendered.

Richards held it carefully. Of all the people there, he and Xavier were the only ones looking at him with anything that resembled the way they looked at him before they knew what he'd done.

Stark, who was standing imposingly in his white armor, who never was quite his friend and never approved the relationship he had with you, now looked at him with a distinct bitterness.

Richards walked away holding the relic in his arms and Stephen tried to smile at his friend hoping he would take it as gratitude for the gesture of helping him to see you one last time.

He only realized how much he needed it when he saw you in that room. Richards smiled back.

“I will miss you, my friend” Xavier said, and he nodded. Tears rolling down his face. The hands resting on his thighs were shaking now, not from fear, but because he no longer insisted on using magic to hide the tremors.

“I'm ready” He said facing Black Bolt who walked slowly until he was standing in front of him.

“I'm sorry” Said the Inhuman king and Stephen closed his eyes.

...

You woke up feeling dizzy and confused. Your hand searched for Stephen on the bed, and you touched a piece of paper on top of the pillow and before you could open it you knew what it meant.

“No, no, please no” You got up and dressed running while you stuffed the paper in your pocket and stumbled towards the elevator.

You felt your chest breaking in a way you never thought you could feel. You couldn’t breathe, each step you took towards the Illuminati room seemed to be heavier and harder than the last one and when you finally reached the door two Ultron robots blocked your way.

“Let me through!” You screamed at the top of your lungs “Let me through, now!”

The robots received an instruction from the communicators and opened the door for you to pass through.

When you entered everyone was there: Xavier, Richards, Black Bolt, Carter, Rambeau, your father and Mordo who held Cloak in his arms. Cloak struggled against the grip of Mordo's arms that refused to let go.

The blood boiled in your veins

“How could you do that? He saved you. All of you. You would be dead if it weren't for him!”

“Miss Stark, our decision took into account the seriousness of the infraction committed.”  Mordo spoke “Stephen Strange was the biggest threat that our universe or any other universe has ever known.”

You felt the tears streaming down your face as a hole seemed to open in your chest. It didn't enter your mind that the man you loved was dead.

“You killed him! You bastards, you killed my Stephen!”

No one said anything, everyone kept their heads down and you knew they weren’t so sure about their decision anymore.

Cloak managed to free itself from Mordo's grip and flew to you, flinging itself into your arms.

"This relic belongs to the Sanctum Sanctorum" Mordo said irritably.

“The relic chooses the owner, Master Mordo” Said Reed “You cannot force it to submit.”

You sighed, clutching the cloak in your arms sobbing. It was, after all, the only part of Stephen left for you.

You turned around leaving the hall and Tony Stark called out to you “Baby... please I need you to understand that we did what was necessary...”

“You can keep saying this to yourself. If it was really true, you would be able to look me in the eye. You all know what you've done, and the guilt will never leave you. You will have to live with it.”

You walked out of that building and you never set foot in that place again. On the same day, you left the Stark Tower and accept a job in Seoul.

You never spoke to Tony Stark again.

Reed was the only person you had any contact with, but as the months passed, you even distanced yourself from him. You couldn't bear to hear the tone of his voice, always loaded with guilt, but in a way, it just proved you were right about everything you said.

Well, not everything.

It was late afternoon, and you were looking out the window of your apartment when you felt the well-known kick in your belly. Maybe it was all in your head, but it always got more agitated when you were thinking about Stephen.

You smiled caressing your belly. It was almost time. Less than a month for you to finally meet your baby. Your little Vincent.

You stared at Cloak resting next to the armchair where you always sat to read and smiled feeling an absurd affection for the sentient relic. Something inside you always said that it chose to stay with you because it knew you were pregnant. Because it knew there was a part of Stephen inside you.

You smiled as you sit in your armchair and pick up your favorite book to read. It was cold and Cloak soon rushed to envelop the two of you in a kind and warm hug.

You were home and anything but alone.

"My dear [Y/N],

I don't expect you to easily forgive me for leaving you, but I believe that deep down you know why I did it.

You would never let me go, you love me too much for that and I love you too much to let you ruin your life because of me.

I made a very serious mistake that I couldn't live with, so I surrendered to their judgment and accepted my punishment peacefully.

I know it will be hard to accept, but please don't wallow in bitterness. You are the sweetest, the smartest person I have ever met, and you are an incredible scientist, the best I have had the pleasure of working with.

Please, I want you to live!

And eventually, who knows, you might forgive me for letting you go.

You made me so happy. You accepted me with all my faults, loved me despite them, and I was a better man because of you.

And I know you will fall in love again and when you do I hope you’ll find somebody who you can love like I love you.

Honey, I love you. Never, never doubt that, just as I never doubted your love for me.

yours,

Stephen."

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MASTERLIST

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Scenario Masterlist

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Female reader-❤️ Gender Neutral reader-🤍 Fluff-🫧 Angst-⛈ Hurt/comfort-🌦 No happy ending-🔥 Intense themes-💥

Supreme!Strange:

•Imagine being the only one Supreme!Strange will allow to be affectionate to him

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•How he acts when jealous

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•His love language

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•How he acts when sick

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•How he helps you cope with anxiety

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•How he reacts to being given a compliment

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•How he reacts to you being in a car crash

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•Love songs

•Part One-He reacts to you almost dying

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•Part Two-He reacts to you almost dying

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•How he reacts to you being missing

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•You realize he's still in love with Christine

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•Supreme tries to avoid telling Reed why he can't sit in your armchair

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•How he helps you out of an abusive relationship

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•How he sleeps

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•How he reacts to having a caring crush

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•You get tired of him snapping at you, so you snap back

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•How he reacts to something reminding him of you

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•How he reacts when he finds out you have magic

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•How he reacts when he finds out you're a traitor

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•How he reacts to you destroying the darkhold

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•You meet one of the other variants

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•How he reacts to you being sick

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•How he shows he trusts you

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•How he reacts to you singing a love song

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•How he reacts to you feeling like he'll leave you

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•How he reacts to having the life he always dreamed of

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•How he reacts when he has a domestic moment with you and realizes he’s in love

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•He creates an illusion similar to WandaVision

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•How he reacts to you, a Black Widow

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•How he reacts to you telling him you’re pregnant

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•How he helps with your pregnancy

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•He realizes he’s falling in love with you

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•How he cuddles

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•How he reacts to you telling him you love him for the first time

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•Pet names

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