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chloedrewitt · 4 months

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I Can See You - Stephen Strange x Reader [Christmas Special]

summary: You are a student of the mystic arts, studying at the Sanctum Sanctorum under Doctor Strange's and Wong's guidance. You are nearing the end of your apprenticeship, and ready to celebrate at the Kamar-Taj Christmas party, yet your growing attraction to Stephen makes it hard to focus on much else (not even those delicious roasted almonds you love so much). When you sprain your ankle, and Stephen is there to offer his aid, you realize that his cold demeanor towards you might not be because of negative feelings after all.

pairing: Stephen Strange x Apprentice!Reader

word count: 3k

warnings: age gap

a/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This is another contribution to my Swift series <3 and a Christmas special. My next one shots will be accepted requests.

Masterlist - Discord Server - Request Info - Taylor Swift Series

And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's something I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You were standing in the hallway of the Sanctum Sanctorum, a book in your hand. Quietly humming the tune you were listening to through your earbuds, you browsed the pages. The Sanctum was quiet, with Wong away on some business and Stephen having barricaded himself in his study. Most days were like this, so you had to find ways to entertain yourself when Stephen or Wong did not bother you with magical training.

You were in the last year of your apprenticeship and could call yourself a master of the mystic arts as soon as next year was only one week away. You had been looking forward to spending this month with Christmas activities, but had been met with extra work given to you by your fellow sorcerers. Although you were their apprentice, you had become more of a friend who was magically similarly powerful to them already, just in a different way.

As a natural witch, you had a certain affinity towards magic, yet the mystic arts were not the type of magic that was inherited and so you had had to work your way up the ladder just like any other student of Kamar-Taj had.

You hadn't been to Kamar-Taj in ages, so you were very excited about the Christmas party that would take place later today. You would see your friends from your first year at the temple again. It was extremely exciting to properly socialize since Stephen barely paid attention to you outside of his lectures and assignments, and you barely knew anyone from this city; you had grown up in a remote town far away from New York.

You put the book back where it belonged and left the living area to climb the large staircase that dominated the foyer. Its railing had been decorated with lights that glowed in even intervals.

“(y/n)!” You heard someone shout your name behind you, so you stopped in your tracks and turned around, tapping on your left earbud once so the music would stop.

Stephen stood in front of you with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an annoyed expression on his face.

“Have you finished your paper on interdimensional threat elimination yet? Wong said he’s still waiting for your email.”

“Of course,” you replied, taking the earbuds out and dropping them into your pocket. “I wanted to send it to him just now.” You wanted to say how unnecessary it was to give you one last assignment that was due on Christmas, and a theory one at that, but you bit your tongue and swallowed the thought.

He hummed a response, cold gaze lingering on you while he seemed to think about your answer. Without another word, Stephen then turned on his heel and left for the kitchen, leaving you standing on the staircase.

You sighed and continued towards your room. The way he spoke with you lately was getting on your nerves, and you realized how he could sometimes not even look at you. It stung, wondering how his opinion of you could have dropped this much, especially in regards to the secret feelings you harbored for the sorcerer.

You closed the door behind you when you reached your room, trying to forget the encounter you had just had. Your room was moderately sized, with antique furniture and a large golden mirror next to your king-sized bed, neatly made with green velvet bedding.

To get into the Christmas spirit, you had decorated your room a little with some lights and a wreath, whose four thick candles were each lit, enchanted so they wouldn't extinguish or transfer the flame to any flammable object.

You approached your desk in front of your window, letting yourself sink into the office chair in front of it. You had a good view of the business of Bleecker Street, so you observed for just a moment longer. There were many cars today, and people dressed in thick jackets that kept them safe from the falling snow, carrying presents in large bags or underneath their arms.

You smiled softly as you opened your laptop and quickly sent Wong and Stephen the PDF document. Normally, you would have gone over it again but today you really did not have the nerve or the motivation to do so. Besides, you had been done with it for almost a week already.

After placing your earbuds back inside their case and leaving them on your nightstand, you exited your room, heading down the hall to Stephen's study. It was the first room next to the stairs, and its door was typically closed. Today was no exception. You knocked carefully and pushed it open a bit.

“Yes?” Stephen said without looking up, keeping his eyes firmly on the book he held in his hands.

You opened the door further and leaned against the doorframe, studying your mentor with a raised eyebrow. Sometimes, you wondered if he used his excessive research as a coping mechanism, as there was no way a single person could be so intertwined with their work.

“I sent you the email,” you informed him, your eyes resting on the book in his hands. “And I was wondering when you would want to meet downstairs for the Christmas party at Kamar-Taj.”

Stephen sighed, placing the book back onto the shelf. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

"Right, the Christmas party," he said. "Wong mentioned it.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to read him, realizing that he had forgotten all about it until now. You sighed, averting your gaze for a moment.

“You don't plan to attend?”

“I do not. It would be irresponsible of me to leave the Sanctum unattended on Christmas.” He walked around his desk and let himself fall into his chair, turning his PC on with a click of his mouse.

“The last time you went to a party was the full moon one two years ago,” you reminded him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

He was about to reply when he stopped for a second, looking at you perplexed. “You remember that?”

“Either way,” you continued, ignoring his question as you placed one hand on his mahogany desk, “Wong said he'd make sure someone would be there to take care of the Sanctum. So if you want to come along, he and I will meet in the foyer at seven.”

Stephen looked up at you while his fingers ghosted over the keyboard of his PC, but you didn't give him time to answer as you turned and left his study, closing the door behind you.

It took you some time to get ready, and music could be heard coming from your room throughout it all. You had opted for a short red dress that sparkled in the light of your room. It was dark outside when you were done, and you were very thankful for the time spell put on Kamar-Taj today so that time zones did not matter. You couldn't imagine getting ready like this at eight in the morning.

You put on your heels, and grabbed your coat and a clutch before you left your room, locking it with your magic. The cold New York air caused goosebumps to appear on your legs; a window must have been opened somewhere.

You descended the stairs, gripping the railing to steady yourself in the heels you wore, careful not to trip. A smile appeared on your face as you spotted Wong standing at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed elegantly, yet not overly so for a simple Christmas party.

“Will Stephen not be joining us?” he asked, blinking at you while scanning the stairs behind you in search of the other man. You merely shrugged your shoulders in response.

Before you could reply, Stephen emerged from the Sanctum library to your right and joined the two of you. He wore a white shirt and a tie, his hands hidden inside the pockets of his black trousers. A red scarf hung around his shoulders, and you immediately recognized the cloak of levitation’s pattern in the fabric.

“And here I thought you'd be spending most of the evening studying a tome,” you teased, looking up at him to meet his eye.

“Well, this party can also be seen as a celebration of you becoming a master of the mystic arts. What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't celebrate that?”

Wong shook his head, extending his arms to create a portal in the middle of the Sanctum’s foyer. It came alive in a frame of sparks, glistening yellow and bright, reflecting in the gemstone you were wearing around your neck. It had no magic, yet it complemented your eyes.

“(y/n) is more of a friend than an apprentice, Stephen. To both of us. You should not see this as an obligation.”

You pursed your lips as the awkward silence that followed, but Wong had only said the words out loud that you had been thinking the entire past weeks.

Stephen did not reply and you could not bring yourself to meet his eye, so you only offered Wong a faint smile before stepping through the portal.

All three of you exited the portal in the heart of Kamar-Taj, where ancient buildings adorned with mystical symbols rose against the darkening sky. A warm, magical glow enveloped the surroundings as you entered the main building, greeted by practitioners of the mystic arts who were adorned in elaborate robes, mingled beneath enchanted decorations that turned the air into a cascade of glittering snowflakes. The aroma of exotic spices drifted through the air, and you immediately felt your mouth water.

You navigated through the lively crowd, and your face lit up when you spotted old friends and mentors from your time at the temple. You immediately engaged in conversation with them, Stephen and Wong joining you. Each of you took a drink from a nearby floating tray, clinking your glasses. Wong seemed to be feeling particularly sociable, but Stephen did not say much, his gaze occasionally landing on you or his wine glass.

“Please excuse me,” Stephen said after a while, leaning towards your little group so you could be heard better against the loud music and vibrant chatter around you.

When he turned to leave, he accidentally brushed his hand against yours in the process, causing you to freeze for a second and meet his gaze. His bright blue eyes held you captive, and you swore you could hear the music fade in the background. Before you could react in any way, however, Stephen had already cleared his throat and maneuvered around you, downing his drink.

You looked after him, lips slightly parted, before Roslyn, a girl who had started her magical studies around the same time as you, snapped you back into reality. “You good, (y/n)?”

“Um, yeah,” you replied, smiling a little awkwardly when you looked at Wong, who had a faint grin on his lips. “What?” you asked, almost snapped, but Wong only raised his arms in defense.

“I didn’t say anything.”

You cleared your throat again, offering the gathered a smile before excusing yourself as well. You found your way to the buffet outside with flushed cheeks, set up in a place usually used for training. The air was cool but not cold enough to make you shiver. You smiled at the faces that were familiar to you and muttered a few greetings when people approached you.

The buffet was large, but your focus lay on a bowl with roasted almonds, which you had always loved since you were a little child. You took a smaller bowl and a spoon and put some almonds in yours before leaving the training area, popping one deliciously sweet almond into your mouth. As you were about to climb the flight of stairs leading back up to the main building, a drunk boy, who couldn't have been older than sixteen, bumped into you.

You tried to regain your balance, but you stepped onto the stone floor wrong, causing your ankle to twist at an awkward angle. Hissing, you held your ankle as a sharp pain shot through your leg. Your bowl of almonds had shattered on the ground next to you, and you stoically twirled your hand, using witchcraft to make the pieces disappear. The mystic arts required too much concentration and handwork at times, and your innate magic often came in handy.

“Watch where you’re going, dude!” you shouted, but the boy had already left. He probably did not even realize what happened.

You attempted to walk, but each step hurt more than the other, so you took your heels off and limped into the building. Shoes dangling from your right hand, you used the other to hold onto pillars and walls to stabilize yourself, trying to find a quiet spot. At this time, the library would be empty, and it was not far either.

With the aid of magic, you opened the heavy library door and let it fall shut behind you, exhaling deeply as the loud noises were muffled by the door. Cursing, you slowly walked over to an armchair nearby and sat down on it. Your heels landed on the floor, your hands both massaging the hurting ankle. You barely even registered the books that surrounded you, some of which were bound by chains. Back when you were studying in Kamar-Taj, you had always wondered about their contents, but now you could only focus on the pain.

“(y/n)?” You heard Stephen ask, lifting your head to see him appear from behind a bookshelf, brow raised. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Some drunkard ran into me, and I think I sprained my ankle.” You leaned back in your seat, sighing as you cursed yourself for never having shown much interest in healing magic.

Stephen put the book in his hands aside and approached you. “Let me see,” he said calmly as he crouched down in front of you and lifted your ankle with his hands. You hissed at the sudden contact, the pain intensifying for a second. You sometimes forgot that he had been a surgeon before a sorcerer, so you watched as his skillful hands felt for any severe injury, occasionally causing you to wince in pain.

“It’s sprained,” he agreed, not waiting for a response. His hands began to glow in a faint yellow light, the healing warmth instantly relieving your stressed joint. As Stephen slowly worked on your ankle, your eyes locked. His hand traced gentle circles on your skin, and you weren’t sure whether this was required for the spell, but you did not protest, even finding yourself closing your eyes in response to his touch.

“You have a knack for finding trouble. I don’t think that’s ever going to change, is it?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips as you opened your eyes to meet his.

“A sprained ankle is hardly trouble, compared to the other things you had to keep up with these past two years,” you said, chuckling softly. He did not reply.

The pain ceased, and Stephen let go of your ankle. He rested his arm on his knee as you studied the injury, realizing that he had healed it completely.

“Thanks,” you said a little shyly, which even surprised you.

Not wanting the situation to turn into an awkward silence, you stood from your seat, causing him to do the same.

You were about to turn and leave, lips parted to say goodbye, when you noticed him staring at something above you. You followed his eyes and blushed deeply as you saw mistletoe floating in the air between you, surrounded by a golden shimmer.

Swallowing, you looked back at him, blushing deeper as you asked, “Are you doing this?”

You felt stupid because of how hopeful your voice sounded; it was hard to deny you liked him, but he had always been rather cold towards you, which was why you were so glad that Wong had always been so nice to you. If he only knew the way you saw him, you were sure he’d never speak to you again.

Stephen looked from the mistletoe to you, shaking his head slowly. “No, I'm not.”

Realizing that this must be some joke one of the other sorcerers was playing on you, you quickly excused yourself and apologized, turning to leave when his hand on your wrist stopped you.

You turned to look at him, your eyes wide in surprise.

“I didn't say you have to leave,” he whispered, his eyes briefly dropping to your lips. It was hard to breathe when you watched him inch closer towards you, giving you enough time to back away if you wanted to.

He raised his hand to touch your cheek gently, brushing some strands of hair out of your face before burying his fingers in your waves. Something had changed in the way he looked at you, and now that you thought about it, it had changed a while ago already. Precisely around the time he had started acting colder towards you.

Stephen was so close now that you could see the small dark speckle in his blue eyes, something you had never really noticed before. You held your breath as you saw him pull away, conflict written all over his face.

It was your turn to hold onto his wrist, making him look at you. You didn’t know what encouraged you to press your lips against his, but as it happened, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. You felt him tense against you; he had not anticipated your boldness, but soon he melted into the kiss, holding you by the small of your back.

As you pulled away, you smiled up at him, only to realize that the mistletoe had disappeared, but Stephen placed a hand on your cheek and directed your gaze back to him.

“Merry Christmas, (y/n),” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You saw how your red lipstick had stained his own lips. With a small smile, Stephen leaned in again, capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. The soft glow of your magic enveloped you both, creating an aura of enchantment in the quiet corner of the mystical library. It was in involuntary response to his touch; emotions guiding sorcery. As he pulled away, he met your gaze, and there was a newfound warmth in his eyes, a spark of something unspoken yet profound.

I can see you in your suit and your necktie Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight" Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell

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literatureatthebowofnails · 6 months

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100 Followers + 34th Birthday Celebration

Hello my loves! I can't believe my fortune. I'm increadibly thankful to have 100 of you following my little writing blog.

There's nothing like The Mango to bring us all together! As a huge "Thank you!" to each and every one of you, and to celebrate my 34th birthday arriving in a month, I'm throwing my first party. My asks (as always) are open, so you can submit requests there, or here in the comments. Pick one of the 34 settings and/or one of the 100 prompts below, then send them to me in an ask! I'll be writing the first 134 requests (or however many I get) over the next month. That's my goal date. They will all get written, so long as they're submitted by 11:59 PM GMT-5 (US Central Standard Time) on November 22.

And now for the prompts

Settings

Bifrost

Streets of Asgard's Capital

Asgardian Wilderness

Inside the Palace (you may specify or not)

Palace Grounds (you may specify or not)

Jötunheimr Wilds

Ruins of Jötunheimr's Capital

Secret Passageway

Puente Antiguo

A Vehicle of Your Choosing

Upstate New York

Project PEGASUS Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility

Stuttgart, Germany

Quinjet

Helicarrier

"That big, ugly building in New York" (Stark Tower)

Sanctuary II (Thanos's ship)

Chitauri Cruiser

Avenger's Tower (not to be confused with its predecessor)

Svartálfheim

TVA

Mongolian Sand Dunes

Streets of New York

New York Sanctum

New Asgard

Sakaar

One of the Grand Master's Ships

Haunted Victorian Mansion

Church

Graveyard

Alter

Midgardian woods

Place of your choosing in MCU

Place of your choosing in our reality

Prompts

Peter's former babysitter meets the Avengers

"Where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"

"Stark? That man is nothing but a dick in a tin can."

"Unhand me, you rancid cumsack!"

"Oh, but for you...for you, darling, I'd do anything."

"What's that, darling? No one has removed these with a blade before? What a shame...we'll have to remedy that."

"Just to feel you pressed upon my need..."

Defying gratification

His forked tongue dancing against the sides of your clit

Bachelorette party

Tony: Doing time as a capsicle/Scott: Now I really want a capsicle...popsicle. I want a popsicle

"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned..."/"Say seven 'Hail Marys' and suck my cock"

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

Hiking

Downpour

Snowed In

First Snow

AU (doesn't need to fit one of the above locations)

Caramel apples

Rewrite a story (of your choice) from the Poetic Edda

Timeline branch (you choose where on the Sacred Timeline)

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest."

On Wednesdays kings wear chains

Loki on his knees

All tied up (you choose who)

Threesome (so long as I know the character, I'm willing to do crossovers from other fandoms as well)

That one time he had a thing with a horse...

Headcanon from one of my fics (completed or ongoing)

Why orphans are called Loki's children

"I don't negotiate with people who shouldn't exist."

Out of place and underdressed

Witch

Your ex

Crush

Reading

Opening Night

"Selvig is not coming to my wedding!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Kittens and Handcuffs

Lady Loki

The other Lokis

Shadow play

Lost in a corn maze, you meet an overly-helpful stranger

"Come over here and make me"

Ravens

Lost dog

More Lokis than you know what to do with

Ignore the man behind the curtain

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Oktoberfest

Ballroom dancing

"I was drunk, ok?! I didn't know what I was doing. Can you just drop it already?"

Caught

Trespassing

"I almost lost you."

Tea

"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll have to put it to better use."

Punishment

"Daddy"

Carving pumpkins

Baking

"Don't you ever do that again!"

Kids

Babies

Pregnancy

You get some magic of your own

Spooky

Tired

Nap

Hayride

"Kiss Me"

Kidnapped

Wine

Catch me if you can

Jam

Stalker

Neighbor

"It could be worse"

Flying kites

Hospitalized

Runaway

Pride

Costume party

Trapped

Whispers

Loyalty

Bonfire

“Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.”

Ghosts

Innocent

Spiked

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Cozy

Sweater weather

Mole

Full moon

“Just once”

Many, many thanks to all of you, especially mutuals. This fandom always makes my day. Please keep reading, engaging, re-blogging, and creating!

Works completed for this event:

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

Tag List

Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed

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bechnokid · 1 year

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Doctor Strange Appreciation Event Day 03: Favorite Location || New York Sanctum, the Undercroft

Why the basement undercroft? It's filled to the brim with items that speak a thousand words about the current and previous masters of the Sanctum! So far, we've seen a miniature model of the Sanctum, various board games, Stephen's university hoodies and goatee templates, and Christmas decorations stored in the ceiling! Who knows what other goodies we might have missed??

#sorry for the simpler drawing today #i wasn't confident enough to draw a full-fledged background :|;;#doctorstrangedaily #doctorstrangeappreciation #dsappreciation2022 #doctor strange #stephen strange #america chavez #marvel #mcu #bechno art

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nonexistent-introvert · 1 year

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Christmas Love

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Stephen going all out for Christmas (feat America and Wong too)

A/N: I absolutely love Christmas so Christmas at the sanctum with my fav people.

Stephen glanced up from the book he was reading. A soft smile gracing his sharp features as he watched the snow fall gracefully from the sky. He always loved the peace and quiet of early mornings, it was the perfect time to read a book, while his brain was still energised and most of New York still peacefully asleep. Stephen’s eyes widened in horror when a shadow fell from the sky instead of the white snow and instinctively, he opened up a portal below his window before whatever just fell was able to hit the ground.

“Ow.. what the fuck Stephen.” You cursed upon landing onto the cold hard ground of his quarters. Stephen pinched his nose in annoyance, “It’s you.” You sat up while massaging your right shoulder, “The snow would have cushioned the fall better than your cold hard floor.” You complained. “In my defence, I was minding my own business watching the snow fall out the window when I saw A BODY FALL! So excuse me for acting on my first instinct to open a portal below the body!” He raised his voice at you, “What on earth could you be doing at this hour for you to fall out the fucking sky?” A bewildered look on his face, you shuffled awkwardly. “I was trying to put up Christmas lights.”

“Now?”

“No shit Stephen. It’s fucking Christmas and the sanctum still looked as dull as ever so I thought to make it more festive!” You swept the dust off yourself before stepping out of Stephen’s quarters. His long legs allowed him to catch up to you rather easily, “The snowman at the front of the sanctum wasn’t enough? The one America made?” “A snowman!” You huffed at him, “Stephen, you may be smart and a genius but you’re a fucking idiot when it comes to this.” He laughed at you, quirking his eyebrow. “Oh yea? Just because I don’t put in this effort to decorate only to take it down after a while?” “Prove it then, prove that you’re not an idiot when it comes to Christmas.” You challenged, a smirk on your face knowing that Stephen would never turn down a challenge due to his competitive nature.

“I’ll make the sanctum something straight out of Christmas Wonderland.” He promised before disappearing into the long hallways of the sanctum.

You let out an impressed gasp when you walked into the main hall of the sanctum. There was an enormous Christmas tree sitting in the middle. Stephen was perched atop a ladder as he delicately hung ornaments onto the Christmas tree. He had ditched the iconic blue Columbia University hoodie that he wore for a red one instead. “How-” “Anything is possible with magic.” Stephen winked at you.

Wong was baffled to say the very least, almost failing to recognise the sanctum. The sanctum was covered from head to toe with Christmas lights, a big sign on top of the sanctum that wished everyone a Merry Christmas. America’s snowman stood proudly near the doorway of the sanctum, now also wearing a santa hat. When he stepped inside, America was reaching out to finish off with the star topper on the enormous tree while balancing on the ladder and Stephen sipped on the hot chocolate in his hands. “Wong! You’re back! Just in time, would you like some hot chocolate?” Stephen asked with a smile, using magic to bring Wong a hot chocolate.

“You know what would be funny? If we invited the penguins back again.” You suggested, looking at the horrified look on Wong’s face, Stephen’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, lifting his hands up. “NO! No penguins, I am not going to clear another blizzard within a sanctum again.” Wong objected, earning a laugh from everyone.

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“The grinch? Seriously?” Stephen unraveled his present to reveal a plushie of the grinch. America shrugged, “I thought you were kinda like the grinch when it comes to Christmas but I guess someone changed you.” She said, glancing between you and Stephen. Wong let out a giggle before handing you your gifts, still sporting the ugly sweater you and America had given him. You got an adorable penguin plush that was wearing a santa hat from America and a Christmas sweater with half a heart, you furrowed your eyebrows at the design, it looked awfully familiar. “Put it on!” Wong encouraged, you put it on without a second thought and thats when Wong shoved you to Stephen who was on your right, Stephen instinctively placed his hands around you to steady you when a flash flashed throughout the room.

America leaned against Wong, the both of them hysterically laughing at the picture in the camera. “Give me that!” Stephen snatched the camera from them, you leaned over to look at the picture. Stephen had his hands around you, the half a heart sweater that you were wearing was completed with his that Wong had also given him, making a full heart due to the close proximity the both of you were in. soft smiles on both your faces. Stephen cleared his throat while you looked away, both of you trying to hide the blush creeping onto your faces while he threw the camera back to America. “Last present, from-Stephen!” You announced, trying to change the subject. The teasing grins still apparent on both Wong's and America’s faces.

“What the hell?” You cursed in annoyance when you peeled off the 5th layer of wrapper paper and opened another box only to reveal a smaller box. Stephen chuckled, “Keep going.”, you squinted your eyes at him, “If there’s nothing in the end, I will kill you in your sleep Strange.” You threatened. “I know you’re getting annoyed, the point of putting in so much effort, but I promise you it will be worth it. At least I hope so.” He reassured.

At the very end sat a red velvet jewelry box. You looked up to Wong and America who were huddled together in anticipation. “I’m terrified.” You admitted, Stephen let out an exhale, taking the jewelry box himself. He got up on one knee and opened the jewelry box, revealing a necklace with a charm that was a miniature version of the eye of Agamotto, but instead of the time stone, inside sat the initials “SS”

“The best present you can give me this year, is your heart and love. I promise to cherish and take care of it.” Stephen confessed, a hopeful look in his eye, his ears turning red. You laughed and smiled so big that you felt your muscles getting sore as you threw your hands around his shoulder and embraced him. “You have my heart Stephen. Always and forever.” You told him. He chuckled as he took this chance to put on the necklace for you. He pulled back, admiring the necklace and your features, his heart pacing at record speed.

“Oh where did the mistletoe come from?”America pointed to the mistletoe on top of both Stephen and you. You shot a look to Wong who no doubt used magic to move it there while you were busy opening the present. “Hm, tradition is tradition.” Wong merely said with a grin.

“It’s my pleasure.” Stephen leaned in, cupping your cheek before pressing his lips against yours. You could have swore your heart exploded into a million pieces as you pulled him closer with the hand around his neck.

America squealed, “It came true! My wish came true! Christmas is real after all!” She celebrated, running circles and pumping her fist in the air. Stephen pulled back with a smile, when a series of gasps emerged from outside. Wong looked outside the window to see the pedestrains stopping in the cold to admire the decorations that the Sanctum had put up. The sanctum indeed looking something straight from a fairytale. “The electricity bill…” Wong complained, looking at the amount of lights both inside and outside the sanctum. “Come on Wong! It’s Christmas!” Stephen said with a hand still around your shoulder. Wong smiled at him, “Yeah, you’re paying for the electricity bill this month.” Stephen let out a sigh, leaning his head against your shoulder. “I may have to reconsider if you are having financial issues.” You joked, fiddling with the necklace. Stephen merely pulled you closer as he snuggled into your neck, “You’re never leaving me.” You gently ran your hands through his hair, “Merry Christmas Stephen”

“Merry Christmas indeed” he muttered.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #dr strange x reader #dr stephen strange #dr strange #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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imaginesforfandom · 7 months

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Marvel Masterlist

Stephen Strange

A Spell Gone Awry:

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

The Bed Argument - Part I:

Summary: Stephen and the reader themselves in Ireland on a mission, where their constant bickering and clashing personalities have become a prominent feature of their interactions. Exhausted and in need of rest, they book a hotel room with only one bed. The story revolves around their argument about who should take the bed, with both of them adamantly refusing to sleep on the floor. After a heated exchange, they reluctantly agree to share the bed but remain distant from each other. As they lie side by side, their tension gradually subsides, and they begin to find a new understanding between them. The story ends with a subtle shift in their relationship, suggesting the possibility of change and a truce.

The Bed Argument - Part II:

Summary: Stephen and the reader wake up in a compromising position with Stephen's arm draped over Y/N. After Stephen apologizes profusely, Y/N becomes fed up with his constant apologies and decides to take matters into their own hands. They share an unexpected and sweet kiss that marks a shift in their relationship.

The Bed Argument - Part III:

Summary : Stephen and Y/N return to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York after their mission in Ireland. The awkwardness between them has transformed into a newfound understanding, and a deeper connection is forged through shared vulnerabilities and complementary strengths. The rooftop of the Sanctum becomes a sanctuary for shared moments, and Stephen and Y/N find themselves acknowledging the evolving nature of their relationship. As they watch the city below, hand in hand, they recognize the magic in the unexpected, embracing change and the unspoken promises that come with it.

Loki Laufeyson

A Hearts Misunderstanding:

Summary: The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

Logan Howlett

Unforeseen Love:

Summary: While on a mission with Logan, Y/N gets seriously hurt, leading to them being in the medical bay for several days as Hank helps them recover. Although Y/N and Logan had never gotten along, Y/N is surprised when Logan sticks by their side throughout their entire recovery. This ends in a heartfelt, sweet and loving kiss shared by the two!

The Grinchy Christmas Surprise:

Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.

#doctor strange x reader #doctor stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #dr stephen strange x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #logan howlett x reader #james howlett x reader #wolverine x reader

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hithertoundreamtof23 · 4 months

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Since Ao3 decided to be evil::

Here's chapter one of A Strange Christmas Carol, my new Christmas fic starting Stephen Strange. I'll post this sample and then upload the rest of the fic to ao3 when it decides to grace us with its presence. ~~

Summary: A retelling of the classic A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

Stephen Strange is visited by three ghosts that teach him the value of teamwork and self-preservation, all while finding the joy in Christmas again.

So... without further ado, Chapter 1::

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>>> Sanctum Sanctorum, New York, NY; Present Day

“Stephen, stop! You're gonna hurt yourself!” A voice shouted in the distance. Stephen ignored it, instead choosing to continue the potentially fatal spell.

It took a lot of energy to conjure- arguably more energy than Stephen had to spare- but it was the only viable option to contain the tendrils of rogue magic escaping from every relic in the vast room.

A group of idiotic sorcerers decided to harness the Winds of Watoomb in the relic room (which they weren't invited into) on the night before Christmas. They didn't realize their naivete until it was too late; by then, the Winds bounced off the Brazier of Bom’Galiath, sending the energy throughout the Sanctum in unharnessed beams of blazing red and sickly green.

Due to the Macchina di Kadavus being destroyed in a battle he hardly remembered (he must have blocked out the memory), Stephen had to improvise and use a containment spell he'd barely studied. Praise the Vishanti for his eidetic memory!

The spell presented itself as a net, the entwining ropes straining to contain the various spells. It was ironically beautiful- the multicolored bolts fighting to escape the encompassing orange net.

Everything began to spin, whether because of magic or dizziness, Stephen didn't know. He felt the radioactive tendrils slowly withering away at his magical reserves, making him weaker by the second. Everything throbbed: his muscles, his head, his ears, and his soul. He wanted nothing more than to drop the spell, puke up his lunch, and take a nice long nap.

Despite the pain and overwhelming fatigue, Stephen's stubborn nature decided to keep going; after all, it wouldn't be the first time he died of overexertion.

Stephen grunted, bringing his hands together slowly in an effort to close the net. His eyes screwed shut, the bright lights assaulting his retinas.

Amidst the sweat, something warm and sticky trickled out of Stephen's nose and into his mouth, overwhelming his taste buds with a bitter, metallic flavor.

“Stephen, stop!” The voice cried again, barely audible over Stephen's panting.

He couldn't stop, not when the fate of sorcery hung in the balance. He'd rather sacrifice himself than risk anyone else getting hurt.

He spread his legs further, lowering his center of gravity to provide himself more leverage. Through the pain of his straining muscles and the nausea in his stomach, Stephen felt something hit his foot.

The Elixir of Ebenezer Scrooge

Blue beams of magic sprouted out of the relic, distracting Stephen enough to lower his mental defenses and allow the relic’s magical tendrils to enter his mind.

Cold enveloped his entire being as he felt his sore body go rigid.

A woosh of power blew at Stephen, not just from the Elixir, but from all the relics throughout the room, their pent-up energy being released at last.

A scream from behind and the recognizable fizzle of a spell dropping was all Stephen heard before being pulled under by the frigid embrace.

❆ ~ ❈ ~ ❆ ~ ❈ ~ ❆

>>> Stephen's Mind; Present Day

It was so bright!

In the back of his mind, Stephen knew he was still knocked out, but his mind was wide awake, albeit stuck in a dreamlike fog.

“Well, hello!”

Stephen quickly turned around, catching sight of an older man. He leaned over a cane, the position making his hunched back very apparent. His long nose was adorned with small spectacles that brought out the gray of his wiry hair and the wrinkles of his face. He wore a long, outdated black coat that fell to the pointy boots he wore on his feet. He had a black 1800s top hat that was long out of style, but who was Stephen to judge fashion?

“Who are you?” Stephen asked, his voice echoing throughout the white empty space.

“Ebenezer Scrooge,” the little man responded.

Stephen arched a brow. “Like the fairy tale?”

The man- Ebenezer Scrooge- rolled his eyes. “It's not a fairy tale if it truly happened!”

“Yeah? Then prove it!” Stephen looked at the man, awaiting an answer. There was no way this man was the same as the character in the Charles Dickens classic. But then again, stranger things had happened.

Rather than replying defensively as Stephen had anticipated, Scrooge chuckled heartily. “You are acquainted with the story, I'm sure. A well educated person such as yourself would know that I was visited by three ghosts: Christmas Past, Christmas Present, and Christmas Future,” he explained.

Stephen stared at him suspiciously. “Are you suggesting that I'm going to be visited?” He chuckled in disbelief. “I'm not a bah humbug!”

“I too was arrogant and selfish, especially around the time of Christmas.”

Stephen sardonically chuckled. He'd heard that one before.

“You're so selfish!”

“All you care about is yourself!”

“Come on Strange, have a heart!”

He let his bitter laugh melt into a frown. How was he selfish and arrogant? Before the accident, yes- he'd be the first to admit his mistakes- but now?

He'd been through too much to care only about himself.

“I don't mind Christmas!”

“Is that so? Then why is every December 25th dedicated to you trying to sacrifice yourself?” Scrooge tilted his head, revealing a cheeky smirk.

“W- when did trying to save the world become a bad thing?”

“It isn’t. The issue stems from when you become suicidal. Your life doesn't belong just to you.”

“I'm not suicidal,” Stephen spat defensively. It's not like he tried to harm himself.

“Then why do you recklessly dive into missions without caring about the outcome?”

Oh. Scrooge had a point. “But-”

“You purposely put your life in harm's way. You think that if you die, you won't be alone for another Christmas. That is selfishness, Mr Strange.”

“Doctor!”

“Yes, right.”

Stephen pondered Scrooge's explanation. Stephen truly didn't have issues with Christmas, it was just the loneliness of it. Sure, he had Wong, but all the empty seats at the table- seats that his family and the Avengers should be in- he couldn't help but feel guilty.

The radio blared songs about presents and family, but Stephen had neither.

It was true when Scrooge said Stephen tried to avoid Christmas. There were too many feelings.

“Maybe the root of your problems lie in the past,” Scrooge said a little too happily for Stephen's liking.

Stephen eyed him suspiciously, a gesture in which he got merely a giggle in response. “Behold, the first ghost: Christmas Past.”

The bright white backdrop repainted itself, replicating the familiar colors of the Sanctum. Stephen was now lying in his bed, its signature mahogany bedposts easy to distinguish.

Scrooge disappeared into thin air (and not via sling ring), replaced by a ghost that resembled a candle.

It was peculiar, neither young nor old, but rather ageless- light beaming from its head and body. It wore a simple garb of pure white, its head adorned with a white sleeping cap that didn't do much to dim the fiery glow sprouting from its head.

Shit. It was like A Christmas Carol.

#ao3 #ao3 down #stephen strange #Christmas #a christmas carol #hurt/ comfort #hurt stephen strange

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invye · 1 year

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Invye's WongStrange Fics (master post)

Decided it's time to create a master post and pin it for easy access.

Featuring a reminder that there is a WongStrange Discord you can join if you like, just DM me for an invite.

On to the fics (with hyperlinks to AO3):

Multi-chapter:

[WIP] Unity of Magic (T, 100k+) Universe 444 is very similar to the one you know. At least until Wong and Stephen meet and ever so slowly grow closer than they do in most other universes and inevitably change the flow of the timeline. The ultimate WongStrange slowburn, where I create deeper lore for all the magic, and fill Kamar-Taj and the Mystic Order with some much needed life.

One shots: (ordered most recent first)

Nighttime Routine (T, 6k) Stephen has a habit of falling asleep anywhere but his bed. It's not difficult to figure out how despite that, he ends up waking up in his bed every morning. With Wong's tendency to overwork himself Stephen will get an opportunity to return the favour soon enough.

The Actual Meaning of True Love's Kiss (G, 4.6k) Stephen gets himself cursed. Lifting the curse is simple, you just need a "True Love's Kiss"... Thankfully Tina Minoru is there to explain the actual meaning while Wong had a couple realisations of his own.

The Hands Dealt (G, 4.9k) Christine gifts Stephen some nail polish as a reminder of the things he liked in the past. For obvious reasons Stephen can't apply it himself and there really is just one person to ask. Wong may have rather strong feelings about getting to touch Stephen's hands.

Thoughts Shape Reality (T, 4.7k) Stephen is recognised by an overly flirtatious reporter on the street while out with America. To get the reporter to back off he tells her that he is married, and finds himself rather overwhelmed when Wong shows up, dedicated to playing the (slightly possessive) husband.

Stop for the Night (G, 4.6k) Wong keeps overworking himself in his position as Sorcerer Supreme, sacrificing both his sleep and his health. Stephen and America hatch a three phase master plan to make him take a nap.

Dance to Forget (G, 1.4k) There is always more to do in an infinite multiverse; Stephen barely stops by the Sanctum for longer than an hour or two at a time before he's already off to handle the next possible threat. It's up to Wong to see to it that Stephen slows down for a while before he breaks.

Christmas and it's more (or less) annoying traditions (G, 5.9k) Wong is not Christian. Not American either. So Christmas in New York is... an experience to say the least. Now, is someone going to explain the mistletoe?

Art:

There is some wonderful artwork based on my fics by the marvellous @sanctum-stinker which I'll link here so I will never possibly lose it in the endless sea of Tumblr as well as for your viewing pleasure: | UoM 24&25 |

Further:

I'm thinking about compiling a 'little' (... not like it's going to stay little) glossary with all terminology I create and use for magic, as it already has spread into my one shots and will most likely continue to do so in the future. It's not necessary to understand my work, but I personally do love being able to dig into that kind of trivia and writers' thoughts and maybe one or two of you do too. Same for the plethora of OCs I've established so Kamar-Taj is actually lived in (most recurring one being Master Jio, the elder master of the infirmary who is 100% done with both Stephen and Wong [affectionate]). So whenever that happens, I'll link it here and until then this paragraph will remind me that I wanted to do that. Oh look, I wanted to do that...

#WongStrange #fanfiction #read on ao3 #masterpost #doctor strange #wong #wongrange #doctor strange x wong

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 5 months

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I've just been watching 'Love Actually', and this really is my favorite version of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'. And an image suddenly struck me...

So, for my few but very beloved Stephen x Hope fans out there (if I can ever finish this particular fic🤞🤞) imagine this:

Stephen has been fighting not to give in to Hope's enthusiastic Christmasing, but when he finally does, how about him surprising her with [not revealing yet] and then snapping his fingers so that this version of it sounds throughout the first floor of the Sanctum. She is astonished by the [surprise thing], but even more so when he sweeps her into his arms for a joyful dance.

*sighs🎄❤️*

@aeterna-auroral-avenger @strangelock221b @stewardofningishzida @icytrickster17

#my writing #wishing so hard that I can write this story!!!#Stephen Strange x Hope Collins #Stephen x Hope #All I Want For Christmas Is You #Christmas at the New York Sanctum #trials and tribulations of a writer #Youtube

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lailyn · 4 months

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Extremely, Unbelievably, Indescribably.

A Strangefrost H/C Christmas fic

“It’s getting late. Shouldn’t you be in Asgard?”

“What is there for me in Asgard?” Loki asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Loki, it’s the night before Christmas. You are missing all the festivities.”

“Festivities.” Loki’s lips curled up in disgust. “I have had quite enough of feasting and drinking and prancing around in fancy dress, thank you.”

“But your people must expect to see their prince.”

Loki shrugged. “Thor’s people shall have to be content with staring at Thor’s ugly mug. Unfortunate, I know.”

That coaxed a chuckle out of Stephen but the mirth caught in his throat, triggering a sudden coughing fit.

"Excuse me - "

Loki sighed. He slipped a hand inside his tunic and retrieved a small jar.

“Your illness is hardly your fault.” The tenderness with which he rubbed his bespoke medicinal salve on Stephen’s chest belied his blunt words. “You may be the second most powerful sorcerer in existence but you’re also only human, prone to whatever contagion plaguing your species at the current moment.”

“Sorry,” Stephen gasped, once he was able to catch a breath.

“Stop apologising. It’s unattractive,” Loki grumbled. The concern in his eyes quickly turned into dread. “Are you quite alright? Do you need more of your ineffective Midgardian medicine? An ambulance?”

Stephen shook his head. “Loki, it’s just a virus.”

“A virus that has killed millions of your kind.”

“Yeah,” Stephen said softly. “It’s terrible.”

Loki cupped Stephen’s face gently. “If it’s any consolation, the Black Death was a more harrowing affair to watch. At least this pestilence is sparing your good looks.”

Stephen stared into Loki’s eyes. Always so bright, they were dark with an unnamable, unfathomable emotion. “You have seen everything, haven’t you?”

“I have seen many loved ones die.”

“You don’t have to be here.”

“I have seen loved ones die,” Loki repeated. “Some without me by their side."

“Loki…”

“I choose to be here. I know I don’t have to, but I choose to be.” Loki peered down the straight line of his nose. “Why? Don’t you want me here?”

Five years into the relationship, and still Stephen never failed to fall into the trap of saying the wrong thing.

“I am happy that you’re here.”

“How happy?”

“Extremely, unbelievably, indescribably happy.”

Loki’s lips twitched. “Now that’s just overenthusiastic.”

“I can’t win with you.”

“Just realised that, have you?”

“No. I’ve known it for a long time now.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Now you’re just making me repeat myself,” Stephen murmured.

He wrapped his fingers around Loki’s hand, a warm, soothing weight on his aching chest. “I am extremely, unbelievably, indescribably happy.”

Loki’s eyes filled. “Flatterer.”

He sniffed loudly before settling back on the sofa, taking Stephen’s head with him in the crook of his arm.

With a wave of his hand, the view outside the window changed; the smog-filled New York skyline turned into a picturesque landscape. The noise of the world quietened, and a hush fell over the Sanctum.

Stephen stared at the falling snow.

“This is beautiful.”

Loki was not looking at the snow, but Stephen’s hauntingly pale side profile.

“It is,” he agreed softly.

Feeling Loki’s gaze on him, Stephen turned his head slowly.

“Merry Christmas, Precious.”

Loki replied with a kiss, soft and happy. “Merry Christmas, Second-Rate.”

#strangefrost #sick stephen strange #fic #loki x stephen strange

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doctorstrangeaskblog · 2 years

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Stephen, if you were to make one Christmas wish---and it HAS to be completely for YOU ALONE, since you spend 99+ percent of your time protecting humanity and keeping the multiverse in order---what would it be? I'd wish it for you myself, on the brightest star in the sky, if it would help to make it come true. 💖 Love, Your Beauty xx

Thanks Beauty. I think...I wish to not cause any trouble. Other versions of me from other realities really messed up. I...don't want to end up like them. I wanted to become the Sorcerer Supreme so everyone would finally recognize me, but...I think I shouldn't. When I joined Kamar Taj, I noticed many saying I was pathetic...I had lost everything, my hands were awful and I couldn't do anything right...I started...trying things no one had tried before, or things everyone said that were too difficult...but now...I'm grateful for finding my place as the Guardian of the New York Sanctum.

#doctor strange #marvel #mcu #stephen strange #dr strange #doctor strange 1 #doctor strange 2016

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themculibrary · 1 month

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist 2

part one

Complimentary Colors (ao3) - zenkitty555 stephen/tony 32k

Summary: Tony Stark is learning how to let go and live a little after giving his all for so long. Stephen Strange is still trying to balance all of his duties and find some time for himself. When Tony has to give him some bad news, the two start to realize that they may be able to help one another out in a few different ways.

Compression (ao3) - NamelessDragon bucky/loki 102k

Summary: Bucky's been in Wakanda a while, trying to keep his head down and learn to enjoy life again in the wake of the removal of Hydra's programming.

Then one day he falls down a hole into a secret lab.

Things don't get easier from there.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Do No Harm (ao3) - AuroraWest, the_genderman loki/stephen 69k

Summary: When Loki stole the Tesseract from the Avengers, he hadn’t been trying to break the universe. Nor had he anticipated a wizard saving his life.

Now, Loki finds himself in the New York Sanctum, helping Stephen Strange hold the universe together—while he himself falls apart. But trouble finds the God of Mischief whether he invites it or not, and good things don’t last for Loki. As his universe crumbles and takes another with it, he’ll be faced with a choice: the greater good or the people he loves.

Halo (ao3) - paxlux loki/tony 35k

Summary: The timeline starts in a fall of glass. There’s a staggering loss of gravity as Tony stares up at the suddenly blue sky.

i'm fine all alone (but its nice to be here with you) (ao3) - soliloquent steve/tony 9k

Summary: “Steve is content with spending the holidays alone. Being alive in a safe world — that was reason enough to be grateful, however fleeting this sense of security might be.

He is more than surprised to learn that Tony plans on spending it alone, too.”

—⎊—

or: Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica. 🍹

Kingdom Come (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil, steve/tony 85k

Summary: Clint can't let go of his guilt, Phil knows something isn't right about his resurrection, and everybody knows Nick Fury lies.

There's an epic love story in there somewhere, if only Clint and Phil could look up from their wallowing and see what they have right in front of their eyes.

Hawkguy-616-MCU mash up. Beware the continuity.

Revenant (ao3).- stele3 steve/bucky 73k

Summary: Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter 479k

Summary: “She is our--She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just--out of sync at the moment.”

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Terrible Idea (ao3) - MountainRose, szzzt steve/tony 55k

Summary: Steve and Tony get captured by AIM. Steve can handle bad wine and worse monologuing, but when he gets back to the cell, Tony's not quite how he left him.

It doesn't slow them down much.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark (ao3) - jibrailis steve/tony, loki/sif 42k

Summary: After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

The Road to Courage (By Way of San Francisco) (ao3) - Sproings steve/bucky 89k

Summary: A road trip with Bucky sounded great. Except for the corporate sponsorship. And the strangers who’d be going with them. And the way Bucky always said they were “practically brothers” when Steve wanted ...

He tried not to think about what he wanted.

It was going to be a long drive to California.

The Tears We Hold Back (ao3) - Scarlet_Black wanda/natasha 115k

Summary: After losing her brother and her home, Wanda moves in with the Avengers, where a friendship grows between her and Natasha - and eventually develops into something more. But life catches up with them when someone interferes with the missions Wanda goes on and Natasha finds out that the Red Room is still operating.

This is a slow burn, post AoU tower fic (that takes place in the Avengers compound).

the shadows of beasts and kings (ao3) - GrimRevolution 43k

Summary: madness /măd′nĭs/ noun

1) A defense against terror.

2) A defense against grief.

til the clocks run down (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura/natasha 257k

Summary: "I think I do love her."

The words don’t shock her -- not really, not when she lets herself think about it. She does believe that Clint hadn't been sure about how deep his feelings for Natasha went the first time he admitted his attraction to her. But Laura would have been a fool to believe there wasn’t something more developing, especially after being around them in the few times they’d visited together since Clint’s confession. It had been easy to tell how their partnership was becoming comfortable, a relationship as worn and cozy as the one Laura’s built for herself with the man she’s loved for almost eight years.

[the beginning, the middle, and the journey home]

Things Unseen (That Are Captured on Film) (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil 41k

Summary: In which the Avengers discover the video footage of Tony testing the Iron Man armor, and that goes about as well as it could be expected. Steve Rogers attempts to make peace with his lover's rather cavalier attitude to his health and safety, and starts learning more about Tony's family along the way, both the one he was born into, and the one he's chosen. And, of course, the one that's chosen him.

Subtitled: It's all Clint's fault. No one is surprised.

Whatever you say darling (ao3) - XtaticPearl bucky/tony 9k

Summary: Tony has been trying to woo Bucky for about a year now. He flirts, he builds him things, he kisses him on the cheek after movie nights and does almost everything he can think of to convince the guy that he really wants to date him. Bucky is strangely steadfast in his answer though: No, they can't date. After an explosive argument about the issue, Tony leaves the Tower for Malibu, making the team wary of a moody Bucky. When he comes back after two weeks, things are a bit...different.

Tony is actually doing exactly what Bucky asks. And it is creeping the team out while making Bucky go crazy.

what pain it was to drown (ao3) - winteratdusk steve/bucky 37k

Summary: It was November of 1941, the air was bright and clear and cold, and Bucky was starting to feel like he was living at the end of the world.

Or, with the world at war, responsibility on his shoulders, and the draft looming closer by the day, Bucky's just trying his best to stay afloat. Drinking seems to help, until it doesn’t.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #mature #mature masterlist

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spilledkauffie · 2 years

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Here for the Wi-Fi

Pairing: Stephen Strange x CollegeStudent!Reader (18+) Word Count: 2.3k T/W: fluff ! A/N: can you tell this was inspired by my grad finals? Really this is just an excuse for me to write Dr.DilfStrange, and I threw a smidge of Christmas in at the end (p.s., I have not seen NWH, this gif is just perfect)

Snow was lazily falling over the pavement in New York as you made your way to a well known Sanctum,at least it was well known to you. There were kids in the street building snowmen and having snowball fights, making you smile and reminisce. But you mainly watched your feet, as you made fresh prints in the snow with each step into the fresh snow. When you arrived, the great wooden doors to the Sanctum were closed, but with only a slight push, they opened for you easily. That was entirely thanks to a spell Stephen had added.

Dusting off the top of your fuzzy beanie, you entered, waiting for the doors to close behind you, as you lightly shook off your shoes and took off your gloves. Aside from the sound of creaking and age worn hinges, the doors shut calmly behind. Shoving your gloves in your coat pocket, you looked up to see a familiar figure at the top of the stairs.

“Who-“ he started in a deep serious tone, until you took a step further in, “oh, it’s you,” he changed his tone to a more customary one.

“You’ve got a bit of a draft in here, have you noticed?” You smirked, unbuttoning your jacket and pointing to the open ceiling, which let in both a beam light and snow, making for a wonderful little patch of an indoor blizzard. But looking around you realised it was clearly doing more damage than good, as the Sanctum floor was covered in a generous dusting of fluffy white snow.

“Yeah, well, Wong’s working on a warming enchantment at the moment,” Stephen shrugged, looking around, “then it should at least be warm.”

Setting your jacket and side bag on a nearby table, you made your way up the stairs to meet him. Crossing your arms, you squeezed your shoulders up, “it is absolutely freezing, how on earth are you not-“

You paused as he half-heartedly spread his arm, opening the cloak, revealing one of the most genuinely casual outfits you had ever seen him in. Your jaw dropped and a smile formed across your lips as you eyed him completely over, taking in everything happening in the outfit. Meanwhile Stephen nodded, pursing his lips together and closing his eyes slowly, anticipating your teasing comment.

“You look. . .so cosy,” you finally said, with an expression of ‘awww” immediately following.

Tilting his head, he perked his eyebrows, slipping a hand in his pocket, “not what I was expecting.”

“Not what I was expecting,” you smiled, stepping closer, but keeping your arms around yourself, “I thought we agreed that sweatshirt was mine now.”

“Well, I can’t help it if you left it here and I found it,” he playfully justified himself.

“Well, I thought the Master of the Mystic Arts would be busy with more important things than hunting down a hoodie,” you said with a bounce of your eyebrow.

“Ah yes, obviously, as you can see,” he gestured around sarcastically, “I’m so very very busy.”

“Well,” you smiled, taking one more step towards him, “thank goodness I’m not actually here for you,” you said with a whisper, pushing onto your toes, you brought a hand to the side of his neck, encouraging him to dip a little, before kissing him softly.

Feeling something wrap around you almost like a blanket, you also felt Stephen’s hands bring you closer to him, wrapping around your frame; you giggled and slipped your arms around his neck. Within moments your feet were slightly off the ground, as he countered your soft kiss with a deeper one. You couldn’t help but smile when you felt him hum out of surprise at how willingly you accepted it, almost inviting it by the way you combed your fingertips up into the back of his hair.

Feeling yourself spin slowly a little, you pulled back, bouncing an eyebrow, “have you been practising this?”

Stephen squinted his eyes thoughtfully, “we’re talking about the-”

“The levitation,” you quickly interjected, speaking through a laugh.

“Mmm, does it show?” He faked a wince.

“Only for the better,” you stole a few quicker kisses, before feeling your feet return to the top step; you looked up through your eyelashes, still in his embrace.

“Oh yes. Thank...goodness you’re not here for me,” he said slowly with a tone you knew to be teasing, adding a tilt of his head for emphasis.

“I’m serious,” you chuckled, gently shoving his chest but he still held you by your waist, “I’m really not here for you,” he let you go and you began to head back down the Sanctum’s stairs.

“No?” Stephen followed, “then what are you here for?” He slid a hand in his pocket, “Wong’s actually busy,” he began, “the cloak is always with me,” he stated confidently, noticing the glance you gave him over your shoulder, “and Thor’s not here again-“

Opening your bag you had set on a table covered in a light dusting, “I’m only here,” you began, pulling out your laptop as you spun around casually, walking towards him, “because you’ve got the best…,” you leaned against him chest to chest for a moment with only your laptop between you, “wi-fi in the city,” you pushed off him with a tight smile.

“Now that is cold-”

“No, what’s cold,” you raised your eyebrows, stepping nearly chest to chest with him again before looking up, “is that hole in the ceiling,” you met his gaze which never left you, “might want to think about calling someone.”

“I told you Wong’s working on it, these things can’t just be fixed by your average builder, it’s old, it’s sacred,” he explained, half believing it himself.

You waved your hand back and forth, already preoccupied with finding a chair not entirely covered in snow. To no avail, you resorted to dusting one off yourself, computer wrapped in one arm as you wiped away the snowflakes. Stephen came over and easily lit the fireplace with some quick magic, as he was preoccupied with watching you.

“So, you’re really just here for the wifi?” Stephen asked, as casually as he could.

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled knowing that tinge of jealousy and neediness he claimed he didn’t have, “yeah,” you sat down, looking up at him, “everyone was at the library, too weak wifi at the coffee houses, so I figured I’d just come here to finish my final and submit it. It’s quiet, calming…it used to be warm,” Stephen dropped his shoulder at your comment, but you continued seamlessly with a knowing smile, “and no one else knows the wifi password, so I won’t get booted off.”

Stephen slowly tipped his head left and right, assessing your reasonings, “fair, as far as excuses go for just wanting to see me.”

“I’m not here for you,” you hummed it just to annoy him, propping open your laptop on your lap, “now, what’s the password?”

Staring at him, he sighed, placing a hand on his hip, “911Beyonce,...capital B.”

You bit in your bottom lip as you proceeded to type, repressing a laugh as you did so. Stephen simply stared at you unamused, taking a seat across from you.

“So, you’re going to be-”

“Working on my final,” you look over your laptop to him, “yes, why?”

“I don’t know, thought you might have happened to stop by only days before a certain holiday. . .to do something,” Stephen looked to the fireplace, trying to say it subtly, “you know, for Christmas.”

“Well, you haven’t even got anything to decorate, you could get a head start on that while I finish this up,” you suggest, “I promise I’ll be done in just a few paragraphs.”

“Paragraphs,” Stephen replied with an exhausted tone and a small slouch to emphasise it, making you laugh.

“So needy,” you murmured to yourself, before speaking clearly, “ it really won’t take that long, why don’t you get a head start to avoid being a distraction? Do you have a tree? Does the Sanctum house any cute ornaments? How about snacks? See you’ve got lots to do without me. ”

He was stuck on what you’d previously said, “a distraction, me?”

“Yes, you,” your look emphasised your last word, “now let me get started.”

With that Stephen sat thoughtfully for a good while as you began writing. It was later when he got up and created a portal that you looked up, harsh snowy wind came through first, but he managed past that. Silently watching him, he walked right through it and disappeared. Pausing to think if you should have asked where he was going, you returned to your work, not wanting to make a distraction out of nothing. It was the last thing that needed to be submitted and you were determined to finish it. When he came back again, a nearly eight foot pine tree was afloat behind him as he brought it along, setting it in the main hall for later. Following him with your eyes, he noticed you and perked an eyebrow that asked if you were done yet.

“Almost,” you said.

He left again, this time returning only to walk right across the room and into another portal, followed by a number of reindeer. Your jaw dropped hearing the hooves meet the Sanctum floor and watching them casually go along from one portal to another. Stephen stopped before the next portal and ushered the reindeer along lazily while he held wooden ornaments in his hand, a few hanging from his fingers.

“Come on,- no, you can’t stay here,” Stephen raised his voice a little to a wandering reindeer, before moving the portal right in front of it and disappearing along with it.

Shaking your head, you bit your bottom lip and began to type faster. There was nothing you wanted more than to be going wherever he was going. You were one more paragraph away from being able to go. It went by rather quickly as you observed Stephen had remained away, truly letting you concentrate for a good while. Bouncing your leg and saving all additions, you submitted your final and set the computer on the table in front of you at the exact moment Stephen appeared again. This time he was holding a tray of various chocolates, half of one in his mouth.

“Just me, or is Swiss chocolate just better around the holidays?” He looked over to you, who was staring at him with a smile, “what?”

“Done,” you said proudly.

“Done, finally,” he said as you jumped up to meet him, “care for some chocolate?”

“You’ve been to Switzerland then?” you asked, picking up a piece from the tray.

“Just a quick stop,” he shrugged, “now, what should we do?”

You smiled, “well, I could go for some cookies. Think we can do better than this?” You gestured to the chocolate tray.

“Easy,” Stephen waved a hand.

You both headed to the hidden little kitchen of the Sanctum. Finding a box of sheet chocolate chips cookies, you prepped everything and set them out on a pan, which you swore had to be a thousand years old by the way it looked. Stephen in the meantime made you some coffee to go with them. Putting the sheet into the mini stone brick oven, you raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not really sure how long they should be in,” you called over your shoulder to him, “I don’t know the temperature, so-“

“Mmm, I got it,” Stephen said casually as he opened the time stone, one hand reached out towards the oven, the other farther back. It was with a twist of his hand that you saw the baking process speed up instantly. Dropping your head down in shock, Stephen looked at you, “how done do you want them? Crunchy? Chewy?”

“Somewhere in between,” you both said simultaneously, making both of you laugh.

“Somewhere…in between,” he repeated as he shifted his hand a smidge one way, “there we are.”

He dropped his hands and the time stone remained hidden, looking up to him, you scrunched your nose, “show off.”

Taking the cookies out of the oven, you placed them onto the table in the middle of the kitchen. He offered to speed up the cooling process too, but you giggled a ‘no’ leaning against him as you told him to just be patient. With a groan, Stephen agreed to it. Having to keep his hands away from them, you wound up just taking them in your own, which he definitely used against you, slipping one barely under the back of your shirt making you jump at how cold it was. When you finally gave the okay to trying one, he split the biggest one in half and you tried it together.

You hummed at how good it was, convinced it must have been the magic, until you froze mid chew, looking at the entryway of the kitchen.

“Mm, see now that is a good-” Stephen started, quickly stopping when you elbowed him and he saw where you were staring.

Quietly and subtly, Wong had come to the doorway. He was staring at both of you with a serious expression, arms crossed in front of himself, shoulders dusted with snow as he had obviously come from the main room.

“So,” Stephen started, “did you get the warming enchantment?”

It was silent.

“Did you…just use the time stone…for cookies?” Wong asked,remaining where he was.

You looked to Stephen, who looked to the stone and then Wong, “uh, yes?”

Wong squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow, “and you didn’t think…to offer me one?”

“What- of course, we did,” Stephen started, “you just…probably didn’t hear us…calling for you.”

Wong continued to stare, which at this point was beginning to make you smile. The banter between the boys was always entertaining.

“Alright, fine,” Stephen surrendered, “Wong, would you care for a cookie?”

“Actually, I’m more of a macadamia nut cookie fan,” he said, turning to leave, a smile pulling at his lips as he heard Stephen’s frustrated sigh.

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luthiensaralonde · 3 years

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the one where you slow dance

stephen strange x reader

Summary: Strange, snow, Sinatra, and silence. Just a fluffy little one shot where the reader and Stephen slow dance in the Sanctum.

Word Count: 912

Warnings: None, just fluff.

a/n: I thought this would be cute. I was a little bit inspired by the song mentioned in the story.

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New York City always felt dreary during the winter months. Sure it snowed, but the snow never stayed long enough to spark that nostalgic joy. Instead, the snowflakes just hit the pavement and melted into wet stains that would dry the moment the sun peaked over the tallest buildings.

But there was something a little more magical about Greenwich Village, and it wasn't just the Sanctum Sanctorum on 177A Bleecker Street. The city life wasn't for everyone, but you found yourself residing in the peculiar building for some time now. It was indeed snowing, and you watched it from the window seat on the second floor. Books were in a heap all over the little nook filled with old threadbare chairs and paintings that you were certain could buy you a house, a car, and perhaps even a boat if you were into that sort of thing.

A record player sat on a small chestnut end table, and Frank Sinatra's light baritone echoed off the walls and filled your heart with a certain warmth. Much like sipping a hot cup of coffee in the morning or laying down in bed with rain pattering against the roof. It was a feeling like no other. You felt a yawn come on, and you drew your knees into your chest, resting your chin against your legs. You could feel the cold seeping through the glass but couldn't quite see anything but the city lights glimmering through the heavy snowfall.

You heard light footsteps and turned your head slowly, keeping your cheek pressed against your knees. Your lids were heavy, threatening to close, but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged on your lips. Stephen was standing in the doorway, his shoulder pressed against the wood with his hands folded together in front of him. He was wearing his blue tunic and crimson cloak, which meant he had just returned from sorcerer business. He had been gone most of the day, and you couldn't believe how much you already missed him. You never questioned him because you trusted him, and you trusted the relationship you had.

He returned your gesture with a smile just as soft and tired as your own. "You weren't waiting up for me, were you?" He asked, his voice softer than usual.

You gave a little shrug, "Maybe." You murmured.

He exhaled a soft sigh before pushing himself from the doorframe with ease and inched closer to you. He then reached down to take your hand in his. You sat up, turning to press your feet onto the floor, and looked up at him expectantly.

"I do like this song," He said, and you realized Sinatra's If You Are But a Dream was playing softly on the record player.

You smiled, "Yes, it's a classic."

"Right. Featured on Sinatra's 1944 single release of "White Christmas," B-side. Peaked at number #19, I believe." He said, and you couldn't help the small laugh from escaping your lips. It was so typical for him to know that.

He then pulled you from the window seat and reeled you in. He caught your waist, and your hands unquestionably slid over his shoulders. You glanced up at him, catching his gaze. He looked different in the dimmed light, softer perhaps, but then he was most likely just tired. He moved with you over the wood floors, and you realized he was dancing with you.

You chuckled lightly, "I never took you for a dancer." You said in a low voice, trying not to break the spell.

He released a breathy chuckle but did not say anything. He just pulled you in closer, and with a quick change in position, you tucked your arms under his, and his arms wrapped around your back. Your head lolled onto his shoulder, and he pressed his cheek gently against your head. You closed your eyes and inhaled softly, much the same way you would inhale a cup of tea or a flickering scented candle. Now, this was truly a feeling like no other.

There was nothing else to be said between you. You just existed together in the moment, both of you moving almost lazily in circles, not trying to impress one another. You didn't always need to talk. You understood each other perfectly fine in the silence with just the music guiding your movements. That's how it was when two people loved each other as deeply as you and Stephen. Life with him wasn't always easy. It was hard, and sometimes you wanted to run away from it all, but you could never leave him. It didn't always feel like he needed you, but you knew deep down it would kill him if you vanished from his life.

He asked you once, in a moment, where it was clear you were unhappy. You both sat in silence much like this one, and he broke that silence with two little words. “Don’t go.”

You looked up from whatever you were occupying yourself with, not expecting those little words of plea to escape his mouth. “What?”

“I know it can be difficult—” You never let him finish.

“I promise you. I will never leave.” You assured him in a whisper. He held eye contact with you longer than expected, as if he was searching for truth in their depths. After a beat, he must have accepted your response because he returned to his book and never spoke of it again.

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x you #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #userkristina

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unstable-sapphic-hoe · 3 years

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Worth It

AN: So someone asked for a part 2 to "The Calm Before The Storm" so here it is, though this can be read as a stand alone. Also planning on maybe updating "The Ultimatum" tomorrow but they gave us more work, so I'll see what I can do abt that. Anyways enjoy bitches.

Words: 1,500+

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“Can you say mommy? Mommy?” Wanda says to little Tommy as she raised him into the air, meanwhile, Tommy was just giggling at her.

“No, say mama Tommy, mama. Come on kid, it’s much easier than mommy right? “ Y/N said as she passed by them with Billy perched on her hip, playing with a toy in his hands. “How about you, Billy? Can you say mama?” She said as she turned to the boy in her arms with a smile on her face.

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The Maximoff family were enjoying a day at the park. Billy and Tommy were sat in between their mothers with ice cream messily dripping down their hands and smeared across their faces.

“Look mama, Billy has a beard,” Tommy said with a giggle as he pointed at Billy’s face, which prompted him to try and lick it off, causing another round of giggles.

“Here let me, buddy,” Wanda said with an amused smile as she seemingly produced a napkin out of nowhere, though come to think of it, she might have.

“You’re one to laugh Tommy, you’ve got a beard too, little man” Y/N chuckled as she ruffled up his hair, only to earn a squeal of complaint.

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“MOMMY, MAMA WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS” The boys yelled in sync as they repeatedly jumped on the foot of the bed.

“Alright, alright boys. Get off the bed and let your mother sleep in. You know how she is this early in the morning” Wanda teased playfully, earning a few giggled from the boys.

“Yeah, mama’s so grumpy,” Billy said in agreement

“And she moves so slow too” Tommy chimed in, mockingly saying the words slower than usual.

“And she acts like a zombie too” Billy added.

Finally having enough of the teasing, Y/N launched herself off the bed and tackled both the boys to the floor, pinning them down as her hands glided over their sides, causing a fit of laughter from them.

“Oh, so I’m slow huh?” Y/N said with a smirk on her face as she continued to tickle them.

Meanwhile, Wanda watched with a fond smile on her face as she leaned on the door.

“Mommy help please” The boys pleaded through their laughs.

Eventually, Wanda took hold of Y/N using her powers and lifted her off of the boys, and settled her on the bed.

“What do you say to a little revenge boys?”

The twins only looked at each other before launching themselves at the bed as they proceeded to tickle Y/N and exact their revenge.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT MAXIMOFF” Y/N yelled at Wanda’s retreating form that was headed to the kitchen.

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“Mommy look at what mama made” the boys yelled from their backyard. Wanda set down the dish she was washing, drying her hands on the apron she wore while making her way over to them, her curiosity piqued. She looked over to them and saw the boys a few feet away from Y/N who was just finishing up with securing the rope to the tree.

“Y/N what in the world is this?”

“It’s a tire swing Wands, come on the boys love it already. Right, boys?” The boys nodded their heads excitedly in agreement.

“Are you sure that thing’s safe, darling?” Wanda asked skeptically.

“Well of course it is, honey. Here, I’ll even test it out myself.”

And with that, a determined Y/N sat on the swing before pushing off. It started small, but Y/N wanted to show her that it was more than safe so she pushed herself harder, using her feet to gather more momentum. This ended with her going higher and faster. The boys were watching from the sidelines amazed. Everything was going well, but only for a while. Because the next moment, a small snap came from the tree that the swing was hanging on to, though Y/N barely noticed, none of them did. Then another snap was heard, this time louder, and with that the branch snapped just as Y/N was swinging from the highest point, launching her into the air.

Her face was comical. Y/N could only squeeze her eyes shut, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the tire. As she prepared for the impact with the ground, she found that it never came. After a few more beats of silence, she opened her eyes only to be met with the grass an inch away from her face. Then she noticed the red mist that surrounded her whole body. She tore her gaze off of the ground and stared at Wanda, whose hands were extended forward, her eyes glowing a red hue. Slowly Y/N felt herself getting lowered and with that the red hue and red mist slowly disappeared.

“I don’t want to say I told you so, but…” Y/N’s only response was a pout.

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“They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them”

“It wouldn’t change how they see me”

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They’ve been through hell and back together. With the whole Multiverse of Madness fiasco that happened and with helping Strange with a few more problems. They all gained a family they never knew they needed, and Wanda was thankful for it. Both Strange and Loki helped her heal after what happened in Westview, even taking her to see a therapist. Strange even taught her a few meditative techniques and how to better control her powers.

It’s been 11 years since they first came together. 11 years since she’s lost them, since she lost her home. But she was getting them back, just like Strange said she would.

Currently, Wanda was in the living room of the New York Sanctum with Loki sat on one of the couches, keeping her company as she paced around, her nerves starting to take over.

With a soft sigh, Loki stood up and made his way over to her, grasping her by the shoulders as he made her look at him.

“Look at me. Everything is going to be alright. We’ve been working towards this for years, Wanda, you can’t back out now. Now, breath with me, that’s right in and out. There you go”

A few seconds passed by before a knock came from the door, making their heads turn towards it. The door opened up with Strange’s head peeking through.

“They’re here. You can make your way to the foyer and I’ll take them there to you”

“I’ll come with” And with that, both men left.

When they were gone, Wanda forced herself to take a few more deep breaths before making her way to the foyer. Her head was swimming with thoughts and doubts all the way there, her hands started to fidget together.

What if they don’t recognize her? What if Y/N didn’t want her anymore? What if they blamed her for everything?

Before her thoughts could spiral more, she realized that she was in the foyer already. She made her way over to the middle, directly in front of the stairs. She didn’t have to wait long before she heard footsteps making their way down the stairs.

Her eyes filled with tears as her boys came into her view. Once they saw her they hurriedly made their way down the stairs to her, with Tommy using his superspeed, Billy going as fast as he can. Wanda was immediately engulfed in their arms as tears fell on all their faces. At that moment, all of Wanda’s doubts faded away.

“I knew you’d save us,” Billy said, his voice muffled.

“I missed you boys so much,” She said, pressing kisses to the top of their heads.

Wanda pulled back to look at them, a hand on both their cheeks as she scanned her eyes over them. They look just like they did when she last saw them. When she finally looked up from them, her eye caught more people making their way over to her. At the forefront of the group was Y/N slightly behind her was Pietro, the real Pietro. He had a smirk on his face, his expression smug as can be.

“Didn’t see that coming” he said before bringing her into a bear hug.

“Move aside you, little shit. It’s my turn” Both Maximoff siblings chuckled before Pietro let go after one last squeeze.

“You’re too clingy Y/N” Pietro replied. Y/N only stuck her tongue out at him before turning her head to look at Wanda. She grasped her face in her hands, a smile on both their faces.

“It’s been too long, Wands”

“It has, hasn’t it?”

“Mmm, you’re still as beautiful as ever, babe,” Y/N said, causing Wanda to blush, a small laugh making its way out. Eventually, Y/N couldn’t take it anymore and surged forward, capturing Wanda’s lips in a kiss.

And finally, everything was right in the world. Everything was worth it, all the sleepless nights, all the sacrifices that have lead up to this point were worth it. Because she had them back, she had her family back.

She was finally home.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandaviz #wandavision #marvel #mcu #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #pietro maximoff #dr.strange #stephen strange #loki #loki odinson

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rosequartzwriting · 3 years

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Stephen, Peter, and Morgan

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: You and Stephen often watch Peter and Morgan, cuteness ensues in the New York Sanctum! And you leave him with them for a few hours, how does he handle?

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Originally posted to Quotev / One of my favourite things to add to my Stephen X Reader pieces is to throw Morgan and Peter into the mix!

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Silence fell through the hallway, even though you swear you heard a scrambling and an echo of a quiet giggle. Crossing your arms, and with a smirk, you continued your way through. You crept past relics and bookshelves, old paintings and large windows, your feet making zero noise against the floorboards thanks to a little spell you cast.

Today, the Sanctum was not a place of study, or a training ground, but a playground for hide and seek.

You made a left turn and entered your favourite open room, the one that had that beautiful window with the symbol of the New York sanctum. Keeping your ears open, you walked between a set of shelves. You ran your hand across the spines of the books as you passed. There were no signs of the little rascal anywhere. Until you looked a little closer, and saw a little detail that you might have easily missed if you were not paying attention enough.

A little shadow. It was peaking out from behind one of the nooks between cabinets against the wall, thanks to the perfectly placed window right behind.

You smiled, and kept taking soundless steps around the room. You had her, now you just had to catch her. You had a few options, but you decided to use your magic to give yourself a small advantage. Using a quick, short ranged teleportation spell, you popped out of nowhere right in front of her.

"BOO!"

The little girl let out a playful scream and jumped out of her hiding place and ran. You tried to grab her but she was too fast. She ran down the nearby stairs and into a new hallway, and you got an idea to capture her. You raised your hand and conjured up a portal with your sling ring. Morgan did not notice, and she ran through the portal and right back to you thanks to the loop you made. You scooped her up while she laughed.

While Pepper is away on a Stark business trip, Morgan needed someone to watch over her. Pepper said she didn’t fully trust Peter to watch her alone, you cannot leave those two alone for even a second without the eruption of chaos. So you volunteered and agreed to letting them both stay a few nights in the Sanctum.

Stephen did not agree with the idea at first. Too many precious breakable relics, he said. Possible dimensional threats could happen when they are here, he said. He also likes his peace and quiet, and you knew that the combination of Morgan and Peter would result in some loudness echoing down the halls. But you managed to convince him, you knowing Morgan since she was very small and having bonded with Peter more since the snap was reversed.

Everything would end up fine, and it would be fun. You would not let anything go wrong.

You finally let her go and she looked up at you with a scrunched up nose, "That's not fair, you cheated!"

"I did not!" You crossed your arms around your chest.

"Yes you did! You used magic." She copied your arm movement with mockery.

"It's not cheating because I didn't use it to FIND you, but to catch you instead." You explained.

"It's still cheating, and I can't do magic so its not fair." She mumbled.

"Maybe one day I can teach you some magic,"

"REALLY!" Her eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas Tree.

"When you're older." You said instantly, and she pouted.

"Where's Peter?" She said it in her cute voice, where sometimes her Rs turned into Ws, so it sounded like 'Petew'.

"We need to find him now." You grabbed her hand and lead her to a new hallway. "Come on, Maguna." That nickname is what Tony used to call her, and now only you and Peter call her that.

"OH PETER!"

"SHHhhhhh! You're gonna give us away!" You hushed her as you both went to look for the webslinger, she giggled.

The two of you made your way to the foyer, eyes darting everywhere in search of Peter. Instead of a spider, you found Stephen in the little seating area next to the fireplace off to the side, nose deep in a book as always. Morgan dashed down the staircase and right up to him with a smile. "Mister Strange, have you seen Peter around."

She and Peter are the only ones who call Stephen 'Mister Strange', and not be corrected to 'Doctor'.

Stephen looked up from the pages of his book and smiled at her, "Sorry Morgan I haven't."

She grumbled, "He's too good at hiding!"

"Well he is a spider," Stephen said closing his book and setting it on the coffee table. "so he can hide in places that you can't. He's a sticky one."

With that, Stephen pointed upwards with a shaky hand. Morgan followed her gaze up. Sure enough there was Peter hanging all the way up from the top of the tall ceiling on a web string.

"I see you Peter!!!" Morgan shouted, pointing at him.

"Dang it Mister Strange! Why did you give me away?" Peter yelled back, beginning to descend from the ceiling.

"Did you two break anything?" Stephen said jokingly, but you knew he was being slightly serious.

"No!" Morgan exclaimed, "I'm careful."

"Peter is more likely to break something than Morgan is," You pointed out, holding back a smile while descending the stairs to join everyone.

"Hey!" Peter said in defence, and you stifled a laugh.

"Alright you two, I'm getting a little tired of hide and seek. How about we do something else?" You suggested.

"OH! We can watch a movie, I got lots of good ones on my laptop." Peter said.

"Can we build a fort for the movie?" Morgan asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure we can. There's some extra blankets in the library so it might be best to do it there." You said.

"Sweet! Morgan lets go!!!" Peter bent down so he could let her climb onto his back, and the two run up the stairs to go make their fort.

"No running!" Stephen called after them, and you saw that he was trying to hold back a smile.

You laughed at the sight. Even though those two were a handful, non stop energy and somehow constantly hungry, you loved their company.

"Are they behaving?" Stephen asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course they are." You replied, "I wouldn't let them in here if I didn't trust them."

"It's not just that, but what if something comes up? What if there is an attack?"

"There won't be, and even if there is I'll protect them. It's what I promised Pepper." You said, then you looked down. "It's what I promised Tony." Your heart ached a little, you missed Tony. Surprisingly, you saw a lot of him in Morgan's developing personality. You were sure that when she grew up, she's be just like her dad.

"Alright." Stephen nodded. He stood up from the couch and made his way over to you to place a kiss on your forehead. "I trust you of course to watch over them, and the Sanctum. Cause if they break anything I'm gonna have to reconsider their stay here." You laughed a little at that.

"Hey, guys." Peter called out to you from the banister at the top of the stairs, "There's a beeping sound up here."

You raised your eyebrows in thought, and you instantly dashed up the stairs with Stephen following close behind. You followed Peter back into the room with the window, now a sunset displayed beyond the glass.

“What’s that noise?” Morgan asked. She pointed out the sound and saw a flashing blue light coming from the side of the room.

“There’s a call coming in.” You said, walking up to the device that rested on the table. Natasha gave this to you, it connected to the communication channel that let you talk with everyone else, you used it to check in on everyone across the universe back when Thanos won.

You accepted the call, and a glowing blue projection appeared.

“(L/N), do you copy?”

“Yes Rocket, I hear you. What’s up?”

The Gaurdians were now projected into the Sanctum. Quill, Rocket, Nebula, Groot, Mantis and Drax. You were close with Rocket and Nebula from those five years, and you battled alongside everyone before.

“We could use some help." Peter Quill said, "We responded to a distress signal, and we found a planet that's in complete chaos. There's like chucks coming out if it an everything. Anyways, the attackers look like they're using magic."

"What do you mean?" Stephen placed himself next to you so he was now in the projection on their ship and they could see him.

"There's these guys with powers that resemble what you can do. The sparkly stuff. We thought it was best to call you in. Things keep coming out of portals and this planet is about to erupt into war if we don't stop them. Maybe even collapse in on itself." Rocket explained.

You tilted your head in confusion, "I thought humans from earth were the only people in this dimension to use our type of magic."

Stephen's eyebrows furrowed in thought, "I don't know, maybe they had human influence. Does Kamar Taj know about this?"

"Whatever it is, we need some assistance." Nebula said. When you first met her, you never though a sentence like that would even come out of her mouth, her asking for help.

"Its too large scale for us to handle alone. Thor is unavailable right now and you guys are our best bet." Quill explained.

“We would come check it out, but we’re a little occupied at the moment-“ Stephen was going to go on but was quickly interrupted.

Parker poked his head in front of you and into the view of the projector, “HI GUYS! HI PETER!!!”

“Hey Peter,” Quill laughed. “You two babysitting?”

“Yeah.” You replied, Morgan now in front of you to say hi as well.

"Aww, a child." Mantis cooed, smiling at Morgan and waved to her.

"You are watching Stark's children." Drax said.

"Oh um Mr. Stark isn't my dad." Peter Parker pointed out.

"Yeah, but if you need help we can send in some sorcerers from another Sanctum. Maybe we can give London a call." You suggested.

"But we rather have you two," Rocket said, "I can't stand those other sorcerers, they're too serious, Plus you're the best their is."

"Maybe I should go," Stephen said.

"I'll go, you watch the kids." You said, and before he could protest, you switched your civilian clothes for your robes with a quick spell (Morgan looking up at you in awe). "Guardians, I'll be right there. I'm gonna stop in Kamar Taj first to see if they have picked up anything on this. Be on your ship in a few."

"Sounds good, thanks (L/N)." Rocket said, and with that he ended the call.

"When will you be back?" Morgan tugged at your robes.

"Soon, I won't be long." You smiled at her.

Before you left, you gave hugs to Peter and Morgan, and a kiss on the cheek to Stephen. You held up your sling ring and opened a portal to Kamar Taj.

"Be careful." Stephen called. "and take the cloak."

The cloak of levitation flew into the room and right up to you. You caught the collar in your hand and slung it over your shoulders in a swift motion.

"I will." You replied and jumped through to your unexpected adventure.

“Mister Strange? Can you teach us how to do that?” Peter asked.

“No.”

“Aw...”

~~~

You stepped through your slingring portal, and heaved a heavy sigh. That was a crazy term of events, and working with any of the guardians was an experience in itself, let alone them all together. It turned out that the attackers of that planet were using the same kinda of sorcery you used. You helped stop the invasion, and passed on the information to the other sanctum masters.

Making your way through the Sanctum, dusting off your robes and rubbing your face off of dirt, you went to find Stephen and the kids to let them know you were back. Soon you heard voices, and followed the trail towards the kitchen. You heard laughter, and wondered what was going on. The voices started to get more clear.

"How long do we have to wait?"

"Twelve minutes."

"In the meantime we can clean up this mess we made. (Y/N) might freak out if she sees the kitchen looking like this."

"Peter made most of the mess!"

"I did not!"

"But you're the one who spilled the flour everywhere!"

"And you were trying to eat the chocolate chips!"

"Just help me clean up you two."

You slowly peered through the doorway, careful not to be seen, and saw the three of them surrounded by baking supplies and covered in flour. They all looked so happy, even Stephen looked like he was enjoying himself. There was laughter in his voice as he helped the kids tidy the place up.

"Hey uncle Stephen, where are the cloths?"

"In that cupboard, Morgan."

You're heart melted.

"Looks like you guys are having fun." You finally decided to stop watching them without their knowledge.

"What? We wanted cookies." Stephen said innocently.

"You're back!" Morgan cheered.

"How did it go?" Peter asked.

"Went well! I stopped a planet from blowing up and stopped some alien sorcerers, so I say it was a success." You answered, walking up to the counter and surveying the mess they have created.

"You're all dirty." Morgan looked up at you. Dirt covered your face and your robes, a few cuts on your skin, and hair untidy in its french braid. "Are you hurt?"

"No I'm okay." You reassured her.

The little girl scurried over to grab a cloth and came back. She gestured for you to lower to her height, so you knelled down and she wiped your cheeks and forehead.

"There!" She said, "All clean, and there's cookies in the oven for your after mission snack!"

You smiled, and got up to stand beside Stephen, "They give you any trouble while I was gone?"

"Not at all." He replied, still gathering some of the dirty dishes.

"Never knew you were good with kids, uncle Stephen." You laughed.

He shrugged with a smile, "Me either."

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