#beverly and eugene strange

[thesetwoidiots]

Beverly: Stephen!

Stephen: Mom! *Sees Eugene* Father. *Sees Victor* Victor.

Victor, obviously just as disgusted: Stephen.

Tony, trying to prevent an argument: Tony, Peter, Morgan!

Peter and Morgan: Hi!

#Ironstrange #Stephen Strange #Tony Stark #Beverly Strange #Eugene Strange #Victor Strange #Peter Parker #Morgan Stark #I Feel Like the Brothers Would Make Everything an Everlasting Pissing Contest #Beverly and Tony Would Try to Keep Them in Check #And Eugene Would be Too Focused on the Farm Chores to Care

[mckiwi]

Whumptober 2022 Day 16: Mind Control

Characters: Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Donna Strange, Victor Strange, Eugene Strange, Beverly Strange

Summary: What if Wanda got a glimpse into Stephen's mind

Wanda's vision cleared to a cabin next to a lake with trees surrounding them. It was homely, with Cattails and Lilly pads growing along the lake's shore and small waves softly crashing against the dock. A boat with oars rocked quietly to the side and leaves rustled in the light breeze. She heard echoes of laughter around her and saw mirage-like images appear. A mother rocking a small boy to sleep on the front porch. It dissipated and she heard giggling deeper inside the woods. As she investigated, she saw a five-year-old boy walking across a fallen tree with a younger, perhaps three-year-old girl trailing close behind. "Stephy! Don't leave me!" The girl giggled. The boy, Stephen, spun around and continued to walk backward and smirked, showing off.

Wanda found herself smiling at the picture of child Stephen playing with his little sister. It reminded her of what she and Pietro used to do as kids, running through the streets of Sokovia, causing mayhem wherever they went. No matter what life put them through, they always had each other. Until his death, that is.

The breeze was now bone-chilling and Wanda shivered. Clouds covered the sun and the sky turned grey rapidly as she approached the cabin. She took one last glance at a slightly older Stephen with a baby in his arms and his little sister jumping into a pile of leaves. Wanda knocked on the door. Thunder rumbled loudly, causing the baby to whimper and reach out to wrap his tiny arms around his older brother's neck. Stephen shushed him and started carefully bouncing him, even as he looked wearily up at the sky.

Wanda tried the doorknob and found it was locked. In fact, even the windows were boarded shut. She saw no light within, but she heard screaming. After trying the doorknob once more with no success, she simply blasted the door off its hinges. Lightning struck across the sky bright enough to blind and rain abruptly flooded the area.

She stepped inside and immediately regretted it. She watched in horror as a drunk man yelled angrily at his wife in the kitchen while Stephen, no older than eight, shoved his younger siblings into a room down the hallway. As the man picked up a plate from the table, Stephen lept in front of the woman and grabbed the man's arm, "Dad, stop!" His father's fist sent Stephen flying to the floor, clutching his cheek. To his credit, Stephen quickly recovered despite the tears in his eyes and continued to try and stop the man alongside his mother. The father trudged to the room in the hallway, all the while Stephen shoved and pushed and begged his father to stop, to please sit down, go to bed, you're drunk, you're hurting me.

Wanda watched helplessly as Stephen grew up, trying to protect his siblings with everything he had. Time and time again. His little sister, Donna, broke the TV when their father had a bad day at work? Stephen took the blame and the beating without complaint. He even comforted her as Donna apologized and cried on his shoulder. Victor had trouble with his homework? Stephen helped him after dinner and then stayed up late to finish his own. He made sure they both got a birthday party every year, never having one for himself. Birthdays are for children, his father had told him. She watched Stephen take care of their parents while his siblings slept. His father throwing up at three in the morning due to drinking too much? Stephen was by his side even while holding an ice pack to his face. Their mother was in a depressive mood? He was there to eat ice cream and watch romcoms as the sun was rising. Some days were better than others. Some days Stephen got out of bed bright and early to make breakfast for the family. Some mornings his face was still crunchy from quietly crying himself to sleep the night before.

Wanda took a shuttering breath and hurried out of the house. The sight she was met with was arguably worse than inside. Donna and Stephen out in the middle of the frozen lake, cracks racing out from under their feet. "Stay right where you are! I'm coming to get you!" Stephen said. Donna screamed as the ice gave way under her. So did Stephen. He screamed out for help, called her name, reached as far into the water as he could without falling in himself. He did this for what felt like hours until his voice was too strained to be heard and his face a dangerous shade of red. His entire body was shaking when his mother finally dragged him away.

Wanda wiped away a tear she hadn't even realized she had shed. She watched as Stephen's father shoved him to kneel at a headstone. His eyes squeezed shut and his throat tight as he tried not to cry while his father screamed in his ear. The teenager stayed there even after his father left to go back inside, staring blankly at the words 'beloved daughter and sister'.

She went back inside to see Stephen argue with Victor as he held an acceptance letter to Columbia University. The hopeful light in Stephen's eyes had disappeared. He became obsessed with his studies, so long as it meant he didn't have to deal with his family. She opened a bedroom door in the hallway to a funeral home and saw Stephen standing at a podium, giving a speech at his mother's funeral. It was just barely over a year after his sister's. There was a hint of silver at his temples now.

She opened another door. It only took a few more years for Stephen to get a call from his brother about their father's death. Unlike his sister and mother, Stephen looked relieved at this news. Wanda noticed that Stephen didn't go to that funeral, and paid for it when Victor gave him an unexpected visit at his apartment in New York. Stephen did his job of protecting his siblings a little too well. Victor was furious that his older brother wouldn't go to their father's funeral even after the man had done so much for them. Stephen just let Victor accuse him with a face devoid of emotion, though Wanda knew there was a current of pain beneath the facade. His father had done well in teaching his son not to show weakness. Victor snapped and walked out… walked out straight in front of a car.

She opened another door to a bathroom. The only remaining Strange stared at his arm with tears streaming down his face and a scalpel in his hand. Alone in the privacy of his own home where he could show weakness. No one would see. Wanda sucked in a breath when she realized what she was witnessing. Stephen's hand shook as he held the scalpel above his wrist. Just then, the phone rang. Stephen didn't move as it went to voicemail. "Stephen? This is Christine. I saw some chocolate yogurt cake for sale at that bakery you really like so I got some. My shift is over in three hours so I'll be over then. Bye! Love you! Happy 23rd birthday!" Stephen pressed his lips together and the scalpel shook harder. Wanda waited anxiously as he debated with himself. He took several ragged breaths before the scalpel clattered to the floor and Stephen collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the chilly tile in a sobbing heap. He curled into himself and broke down in every way possible for one man to do. Wanda desperately wanted to reach out and comfort him. He managed to get himself cleaned up, not a trace of his earlier breakdown left, in time for Christine to arrive. He acted as if nothing ever happened. Wanda doubted he ever even told anyone.

Wanda absently hoped this would be the end. Stephen finally looked happy. She knew, however, they wouldn't last. It reminded her of the way she and Vis used to be. A decade of some semblance of happiness passed for Stephen. He graduated top of his class with his M.D and Ph.D. He and Christine proved to complement each other's personalities and be a good couple. He quickly skyrocketed as one of the best neurosurgeons in the United States, and possibly the world.

All good things must end. Stephen became obsessed with his work, much like his studies many years ago. Christine felt neglected of his love, and so she broke up with him after eleven long years. She still cared, but not in the way Stephen did. He loved so fiercely that it was breathtaking to watch. He'd endured so much pain for love. Had risen to fame and gained riches just to support Christine. He fell into a depressive episode, reminiscent of his mother. Beer bottles started piling up on the counter, but never enough to interfere with his career… never enough to become his father.

It got darker the further she walked down the hallway. She almost felt bad about seeing this man's entire life story, but curiosity had gotten the best of her. She wanted to know what forty years did to make the little boy happily drawing with his sister turn into the man who could face the Mad Titan without an ounce of fear.

She slowly opened a door, and a spray of water hit her face. She wiped it off but froze when she saw what was in front of her. She floated over to the car in the water and gasped when she saw Stephen's condition. She could barely believe he lived through this. All of this, really.

The next few months of his life were filled with hospitals and pain. The only person to ever visit him was Christine, and eventually, even she stopped showing up. Again, obsession took over. He needed to get his career back if it was the last thing he did. Wanda quickly went through the doors of his journey through Kamar-Taj and learning magic. Some moments were worse than others. Unfortunately, she started to recognize the man she knew.

Eventually, she got to a door that wasn't like the others. It was the door to a safe. Bolted and locked and tied so securely no one could get in, or so nothing could get out. The metal warped and popped as hand-like figures tried to push their way through. The metal groaned and creaked under the pressure. Wanda seriously had to consider if she was going to open it. She had invaded Stephen's mind to see his worst fears, after all, and use them against him, though she was fairly certain she had enough ammo as it was. Still, she pushed on. She undid the locks.

The door slammed open and Wanda screamed as every sense of her being was pelted with memories.

"Dormammu! I've come to ba-ghhhh" Stephen had his limbs ripped from his body.

Thanos complimented, "Earth chose its Stone Keeper well." Blood poured from Stephen's eyes as Thanos activated the Soul Stone, "but it will need to choose another." He writhed in absolute agony as his soul was splintered and extracted from his body.

"Pain's an old friend," Stephen said. Dormammu impaled him. Wanda believed him.

Dormammu growled, "you will never win." "No," Stephen agreed, "but I can lose. Again, and again, and again forever."

Tony Stark held Peter Parker to his chest, "go away!" He told Stephen. Stephen tried to explain, "Tony, it was the only way." "I DON'T CARE. MY KID IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, NOT THAT YOU'D CARE. YOU SAID YOU WOULD LET HIM DIE." Tony choked on a sob, "how could you?" Stephen kept his face carefully blank. He knew he'd be dead within a few hours, too.

Stephen trapped himself in a loop, except this time, it was on Titan. He relieved the same moment over and over until nobody died. When he broke the loop, Tony was there to catch him. Everyone celebrated how easily Thanos was defeated. No one noticed how Stephen flinched at just the name.

"Dormammu! I've come to bargain!" He was quickly pinned to the ground like a butterfly. He died a few days later from thirst.

She wasn't expecting this. Wanda destroyed the Mind Stone far before Thanos could get the Time Stone. Wanda was also the one to rescue Stephen was from Thanos' clutches. They grew to be friends, eventually. They shared stories of their younger siblings. How their loved ones died. The fact they were both lonely. She found herself coming to the Sanctum often to check on him, eventually just deciding to move in. She and Tony settled their differences, and Peter adored her. Stephen fell in love with a woman named Clea. They raised America Chavez together and got married. Wanda was their maid of honor. She became Aunt Wanda to a little Sofia Strange. Wanda fell in love again as well. They never married nor had kids, but she was content.

She had gone insane after losing Vision. Created a fake reality for herself over Westview. That seemed familiar. She studied the Darkhold. "Do not talk to me about sacrifice," she had said. She invaded Stephen's mind. Wait a min-

"Get out!"

Both Wanda and Stephen gasped and collapsed to the floor as Wanda was expelled from his mind. Stephen clutched his head and hissed in pain. She knew he was trying to lock away those memories again and honestly felt sorry for being the one to release them. She began, "Stephen."

"Don't," he bit out. Those far too old eyes landed on her.

"I'm sorry," she said, surprised to find a few tears on her face. "I had no idea."

Stephen shuddered and took a harsh breath, "no one does."

Wanda couldn't help but openly stare at the man, "how can you stand it? The grief? Knowing you could get what you want but denying yourself?"

He laughed, but it sounded awfully like a crack in the dam of emotion. "I can't stand it. That's why I lock it away, no thanks to you." He shook his head and convulsed minutely. "Leave… please."

Wanda nodded and did as she was asked. For a few days at least. She came back a few days later to discuss how she could see her children again. Wong suggested training America how to better use her powers, then finding a universe with no Wanda. She agreed. Stephen invited her to move in at the Sanctum, and Wanda recognized what he was offering. A chance of friendship. A chance to make that reality he had seen their reality. She accepted.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 16 #mind control #stephen strange #dr strange #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #donna strange #victor strange #eugene strange #beverly strange #marvel #mcu #fanfic #marvel fanfic #doctor strange fanfic #dr strange fanfic #stephen strange fanfic #trauma #past child abuse #psycological torture #hurt no comfort #hurt stephen strange #mckiwiwrites

[godjustkys]

what fandoms do you write for? and for those fandoms, are there any specific characters you won't write for? and is there are a limit on how many characters we can ask about per request? will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters?

Okay, so let's get the cinematic fandoms out of the way first. Then, we'll move onto anime.

Characters that are highlighted in blue are strictly only fluff fics.

Fandoms I write for;

- Teen Wolf

- MCU

- Supernatural

- The walking dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- Friends

- Maze runner

- Lord of the Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a wimpy kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The black phone

- Sweet home

I am open to writing for characters that are from different fandoms that I haven't listed, but it's not necessarily a guarantee that I will present a fanfic for you.

Now,

The characters I will write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski;

- Scott McCall;

- Derek Hale;

- Allison Argent;

- Lydia Martin;

- Isaac Lahey;

- Jackson Whittemore;

- Peter Hale;

- Malia Tate;

- Kira Yukimura;

- Liam Dunbar;

- Theo Raeken;

- Jordan Parrish;

- Erica Reyes;

- Ethan;

- Aiden;

- Christopher Argent;

- Mason Hewitt;

- Danny;

MCU:

- Tony Stark;

- Peter Parker;

- Bruce Banners;

- Thor Odinson;

- Loki Laufeyson;

- Steve Rogers;

- Natasha Romanoff;

- Stephen Strange;

- Wanda Maximoff;

- Clint Barton;

- Bucky Barnes;

- Carol Denvers;

- Shuri;

- Sam Wilson;

- Okoye;

- Wade Wilson;

- Pietro Maximoff;

- Vision;

- Scott Lang;

- Yelena Belova;

- Peter Quill;

- Gamora;

- Nebula;

- Matt Murdock;

- Xu Shang-chi;

- Eddie Brock;

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester;

- Sam Winchester;

- Castiel;

(my knowledge is limited, I'm so sorry.)

THE WALKING DEAD:

- Rick Grimes;

- Carl Grimes;

- Michonne;

- Negan;

- Daryl Dixon;

- Eugene;

- Rosita Espinosa;

- Maggie Greene;

- Glenn Rhee;

- Carol Peletier;

- Andrea;

- Gabriel Stokes;

MERLIN:

- Merlin.

- Arthur Pendragon;

- Morgana Pendragon;

- Guinevere;

- Lancelot;

- Mordred;

- Leon;

- Gwaine;

- Elyan;

- Percival;

- Princess Mithian;

DUNE:

- Paul Atreides;

- Chani;

- Feyd-Rautha;

- Duncan Idaho;

- Leto Atreides;

- Stilgar;

GAME OF THRONES:

- Jon Snow;

- Robb Stark;

- Ned Stark;

- Jaime Lannister;

- Catelyn Stark;

- Cersei Lannister;

- Daenerys Targaryen;

- Jorah Mormont;

- Sansa Stark;

- Arya Stark;

- Theon Greyjoy;

- Joffrey Baratheon;

- Sandor Clegane;

- Tyrion Lannister;

- Samwell Tarly;

- Margaery Tyrell;

- Tywin Lannister;

- Tormund Giantsbane;

- Brienne of Tarth;

- Ramsay Bolton;

- Tommen Baratheon;

- Jaqen H'ghar;

- Grey Worm;

FRIENDS:

- Rachel Green;

- Phoebe Buffay;

- Ross Geller;

- Chandler Bing;

- Monica Geller;

- Joey Tribbiani;

MAZE RUNNER:

- Newt;

- Minho;

- Gally;

- Aris;

- Frypan;

- Janson;

- Thomas;

LORD OF THE RINGS:

- Frodo;

- Samwise;

- Galadriel;

- Aragorn;

- Boromir;

- Faramir;

- Arwen;

- Éowyn;

- Éomer;

- Legolas;

THE HOBBIT:

- Bilbo Baggins

- Thorin Oakenshield;

- Kili;

- Fili;

- Tauriel;

- King Thranduil;

- Elrond;

HARRY POTTER:

- Harry Potter;

- Hermione Granger;

- Ron Weasley;

- Draco Malfoy;

- Severus Snape;

- James Potter;

- Sirius Black;

- Regulus Black;

- Remus Lupin;

- George Weasley;

- Fred Weasley;

- Bill Weasley;

- Luna Lovegood;

- Neville Longbottom;

- Bellatrix Lestrange;

- Cedric Diggory;

- Lucius Malfoy;

- Oliver Wood;

- Seamus Finnigan;

- Dean Thomas;

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE:

- Jake Peralta;

- Amy Santiago;

- Charles Boyle;

- Gina Linetti;

- Ray Holt;

- Rosa Diaz;

- Terry Jeffords;

IT:

- Richie Tozier;

- Eddie Kaspbrak;

- Beverly Marsh;

- Henry Bowers;

- Bill Denbrough;

- Patrick Hockstetter;

- Stanley Uris;

- Ben Hanscom;

- Mike Hanlon;

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

- Rodrick Heffley;

DEAD POETS SOCIETY:

- Greg Heffley;

- Neil Perry;

- Todd Anderson;

- Charlie Dalton;

- Knox Overstreet;

- Steven Meeks;

- John Keating;

SHAMELESS:

- Fiona Gallagher;

- Lip Gallagher;

- Ian Gallagher;

- Debbie Gallagher;

- Carl Gallagher;

- Liam Gallagher;

- Jimmy Lishman;

- Karen Jackson;

- Mandy Milkovich;

- Mickey Milkovich;

- Kevin Ball;

- Veronica Fisher;

- Svetlana Yevgenivna;

HANDSOME DEVIL:

- Conor Masters;

- Ned Roche;

- Dan Sherry;

THE BLACK PHONE:

- Finney Blake;

- Robin;

- Vance Hopper;

- Bruce;

- Billy;

- Griffin;

SWEET HOME:

- Cha Hyun-su;

- Lee Eun-hyuk;

- Pyeon Sang-wook;

- Jung Jae-heon;

- Seo Yi-kyung;

- Lee Eun-yu;

- Yoon Ji-su;

- Jung Ui-Myeong;

ANIME FANDOMS THAT I WRITE FOR;

- One Piece;

- Naruto;

- SK8 the infinity;

- Tokyo Revengers;

- Attack on Titan;

- Black Butler;

- One Punch Man;

- Hunter x Hunter;

- Demon Slayer;

- Jujutsu Kaisen;

- My Hero academia;

ONE PIECE:

- Monkey D. Luffy;

- Roronoa Zoro;

- Vinsmoke Sanji;

- Nico Robin;

- Nami;

- Usopp;

- Chopper;

- Franky;

- Brook;

- Shanks;

- Mihawk;

- Trafalgar Law;

- Eustass Kid;

- Rob Lucci;

NARUTO:

- Naruto Uzumaki;

- Sasuke Uchiha;

- Sakura Haruno;

- Itachi Uchiha;

- Kakashi Hatake;

- Tsunade;

- Obito Uchiha;

- Madara Uchiha;

- Hinata Hyuga;

- Shikamaru Nara;

- Ino Yamanaka;

- Rock Lee;

- Neji Hyuga;

- Gaara;

- Temari;

- Haku;

- Konan;

- Deidara;

- Sasori;

- Pain;

- Minato Namikaze;

- Kushina;

- Sai;

- Yamato;

SK8 THE INFINITY:

- Reki Kyan;

- Langa Hasegawa;

- Tadashi Kikuchi;

- Miya Chinen;

- Kaoru Sakurayashiki;

- Kojiro Nanjo;

- Ainosuke Shindo;

- Shokichi Oka;

TOKYO REVENGERS:

- Takemichi Hanagaki;

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano;

- Izana Kurokawa;

- Haruchiyo Sanzu;

- Shinichiro Sano;

- Ken "Draken" Ryuguji;

- Naoto Tachibana;

- Chifuyu Matsuno;

- Keisuke Baji;

- Emma Sano;

- Hinata Tachibana;

- Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata;

- Souya "Angry" Kawata;

- Kazutora Hanemiya;

- Takashi Mitsuya;

- Tetta Kisaki;

- Shuji Hanma;

ATTACK ON TITAN:

- Eren Yeager;

- Mikasa Ackerman;

- Armin Arlert;

- Jean Kirstein;

- Connie Springer;

- Sasha Braus;

- Levi Ackerman;

- Hange Zoë;

- Erwin Smith;

- Annie Leonhart;

- Reiner Braun;

- Bertholdt Hoover;

- Zeke Yeager;

- Kenny Ackerman;

BLACK BUTLER:

- Sebastian Michaelis;

- Ciel Phantomhive;

- Grell Sutcliff;

- Undertaker;

- Ronald Knox;

- Alois Trancy;

- Claude Faustus;

ONE PUNCH MAN:

- Saitama;

- Genos;

- Fubuki;

- Tatsumaki;

- Kamikaze (Atomic Samurai);

- Zombieman;

- Metal Bat;

- Child Emperor;

HUNTER X HUNTER:

- Gon Freecs;

- Killua Zoldyck;

- Kurapika;

- Leorio;

- Hisoka;

- Illumi Zoldyck;

- Chrollo Lucifer;

- Feitan;

- Kalluto Zoldyck;

- Alluka Zoldyck;

- Shalnark;

- Pakunoda;

- Kite;

- Wing;

- Phinks;

- Machi;

- Nobunaga;

DEMON SLAYER:

- Tanjiro Kamado;

- Nezuko Kamado;

- Zenitsu Agatsuma;

- Inosuke Hashibira;

- Kanao Tsuyuri;

- Genya Shinazugawa;

- Giyuu Tomioka;

- Shinobu Kocho;

- Rengoku Kyojuro;

- Gyomei Himejima;

- Sanemi Shinazugawa;

- Mitsuri Kanroji;

- Iguro Obanai;

- Muichiro Tokito;

- Akaza;

- Douma;

- Muzan Kibutsuji;

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

- Itadori Yuuji;

- Megumi Fushiguro;

- Gojo Satoru;

- Geto Suguru;

- Nobara Kugisaki;

- Maki Zen'in;

- Toge Inumaki;

- Yuta Okkotsu;

- Kento Nanami;

- Aoi Todo;

- Mai Zen'in;

- Noritoshi Kamo;

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

- Izuku Midoriya;

- Katsuki Bakugou;

- Eijiro Kirishima;

- Kaminari Denki;

- Sero Hanta;

- Tenya Iida;

- Ochako Uraraka;

- Mina Ashido;

- Jirou Kyoka;

- Mashirao Ojiro;

- Shoto Todoroki;

- Momo Yaoyorozu;

- Monoma Neito;

- Shinsou Hitoshi;

- Tamaki Amajiki;

- Keigo Takami;

- All Might;

- Aizawa Shouta;

- Ken Tagaki;

- Tomura Shigaraki;

- Touya Todoroki;

- Himiko Toga;

- Mr. Compress;

- Overhaul;

Finally. I'm done. (This took almost 2 hours bro.)

No, there is no limit to the amount of characters you request (for headcanons). However, it might take longer than usual.

And no, you will not get less headcanons if there are more characters :3

#request #reqs open #fanfiction #fanfic #fandoms #movies #marvel #anime #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader

[brunchable]

Can't Love You in the Dark || Doctor Strange x reader

Word count: 4K Genre: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, sad ending Warning: References to Multiverse of Madness (Wedding but its yours and Stephen's), Bridgeton Wedding Scene Inspired, description of panic attack. Brief Story Summary: It's you and Stephen's wedding day, a groomsman overheards Stephen's conversation with Christine and tells you. Everything goes south from there. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: Angst anyone? Inspired by Adele's song 'Love in the Dark' Edwina and Anthony's wedding, and from a youtube comment I found while listening to classical music.

"My little girl, oh you look beautiful." Your mother said, with tears of joy in her eyes as she carefully placed a family heirloom tiara over the crown of your head, “It was like only yesterday when you would beg me to try this on and now it’s yours.”  

You looked over at your mother with a wide, cheerful smile and said, “Oh Mom, don’t cry or you’ll make me cry.” You hugged your mother’s side, who gently dabbed her cheeks.

Today, your life will change forever, today you seal the bond of lifelong love and commitment with your future husband. You’ve dreamt of this day ever since you were little, you would always be the bride and your cousin would always play the groom, two little girls who dream of finding the one when they grow up.

Your cousin, Diane, passes a box of tissues to your mother, “Here— before we all start crying if the bride does cry.” She winked at you. Diane looked at you and fixed your flyaway baby hairs, “Stephen’s a very lucky man, I swear if I don’t see a tear in his eye when you walk down the aisle, I’ll reset everything until he does.”

Everyone in the room laughed, except you, who just smiled. You counted your bridesmaids and noticed you were missing one, Christine. 

“Where’s Christine?” You asked the rest of your friends.

“Oh she went out to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, she’ll be back.” Katie answered, and not long after, Christine walked in, looking a bit stupefied and puzzled since everyone was looking at her when she walked in. 

“Why’s everyone looking at me?” She asked out of curiosity, feeling a bit uncomfortable that all eyes were on her and sluggishly sat down on the sofa beside the girls.

“Oh nothing, we were just wondering where you were.” You shrugged and smiled at her. It was hard to keep that smile stitched on your lips, especially when you know Stephen is in the same building. 

“I just went to the bathroom.” She explained, her head wobbling.

A soft knock on the door was followed by the loving voice of Stephen’s mother, who came from behind the door, “Knock, knock, may we come in?” 

“Ah, the in-laws are here. I’ll get the door, honey.” Your father brushed his hand over your shoulder and opened the door, allowing Stephen's parents in.

Beverly Strange gasped when she saw your reflection in the mirror, covering her mouth as she walked towards you with her husband, Eugene, “Look at you. Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May.” 

“You do.” Eugene added with a nod, he was a respectable man with a few words.

Your parents, especially your father, whom you took the most after, smiled proudly.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Strange.” You shifted your eyes down shyly.

“Oh darling, please call us Mom and Dad, you’ll be joining our little family soon.” Beverly waved her hands dismissively.

“How’s Stephen?” Your father changed the subject, your ears perked up since you’ve been dying to know what he’s been up to since  you haven’t seen him for twenty-four hours.

“Oh you know, he’s acting like he’s got a worm in his bottom, couldn’t stay still. It’s good that you haven’t left your room, (Y/N), because he’s been going out on walks. ” Beverly widened her eyes and shook her head at her son’s behaviour. 

You pressed your lips together and nodded, ‘There was definitely a chance—No. Stop overthinking, they’re just friends, she’s in a relationship with Charlie, and you’re the one getting married to Stephen.” 

Your father laughed, a laugh that came from his belly, which brought you out of your trance, “I could relate to that—as long as he doesn’t get cold feet!” 

Diane chuckled at the way your father related maybe a bit too much to Stephen. She noticed your sunken mood and nudged your shoulders, whispering, “You good?”

“Yeah, never better.” You lied.

"Alright, we'd better get going before Stephen comes back to his room, we just wanted to check on the beautiful bride. We’ll see you later, honey.” Beverly and Eugene waved goodbye as they exited through the door. You heard Beverly gushing over you as they left.

Before your father could close the door, Leon, one of Stephen’s groomsmen and a former colleague in Metro-General Hospital, burst in, almost hitting your dad with the door, “Oh— Jesus.” 

“OH! I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t realise you were there,” Leon apologised, then checked to see if he was alright. 

“Leon, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.” You told him wide-eyed.

“I need to speak with you,” He looked around the room, “In private, if that’s possible.” You noticed his eyes flickered quickly at Christine, who was looking away from the man, her lips pressed together.

Your eyes panned across the room as your guests waited for you to give them permission or not, “Sure.” 

With that, everyone got up and left the room in a line, Leon squeezed past the guests and sat on the sofa, looking like he'd been itching for a while to say something. You swivelled your chair to face the man who seemed to be working out how to start.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked.

“Um, so– (Y/N), Stephen is one of my best mates, I really respect him as Doctor and as a man. You and Christine are my greatest friends as well–” Leon began, trying hard not to jumble his words.

“Just tell me what I don't know, Leon.” You politely cut him off and the man sighed, opening his mouth but no words seemed to be coming out.

“First of all, I don’t want to over-step a line. I’m clearly risking a lot of my friendships here, but I think it’s safe to say that if you’re left in the dark, it’s very unfair for you.” His gaze remained on the ground, but he glanced up at you as soon as he finished speaking. 

When he mentioned Stephen and Christine in the same sentence, your jaw clenched and you could feel your pulse beginning to rise. You didn’t say anything and just waited for him to continue. You were afraid to open your mouth, in case you might say something you couldn’t take back.

“I was looking for Stephen, since he’s been wandering. He’s very nervous, you see, and I understand that, I was the same when I got married but-” 

There it was, the one word you dreaded to hear, but.

“—But as I almost turned the corner, I found Stephen and Christine having a conversation. I thought nothing of it, I knew they remained friends, after you know— Anyway, I don’t know what came over me, I chose to stay and listen.”

Leon stepped back behind the wall as he eavesdropped on Stephen and Christine’s conversation. His brows furrowed while trying hard to hear that the couple were talking about.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation, Stephen, it’s your wedding day for crying out loud. This is very disrespectful to (Y/N).” Christine yelled in a whisper, looking around from time to time.

“I know, but I just need to get this off my chest—” Stephen paused and held Christine’s hand lightly, “I never stopped caring about what we had and there are times I wish it would’ve been different but in order to protect you, I must make sacrifices.”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, feeling absolutely gobsmacked by what he was hearing from his former colleague, "Stephen, you absolute doughnut.” He whispered to himself.

Christine closed her eyes and shook her head, “Jesus Stephen— What we had? It was never going to work. You always had to be the one holding the knife, and I respected that, but I couldn’t love you for it. Now, (Y/N), she loves you very much regardless. Do you know how much it will hurt her if she finds out you still feel this way?”

Stephen clenched his jaw because she was right, “I know.”

“I’m really happy with Charlie, Stephen. And you’re getting married to an angel who loves you unconditionally, don’t do this to her, and for the love of god, open your eyes. You need to be up front with her about what you're hiding. This isn’t good enough to wait until now, ” Christine paused and sighed, trying to recollect her thoughts, “Are you happy with her?”

“Yes.” Stephen answered without hesitation, “I love her, I’d do anything for her, but at the same time, I feel like there’s something miss–” 

Christine cut him off and gave Stephen stern advice, “This is where you need to reconsider going through with this wedding, Stephen, it’s selfish and unfair if you think marrying her will solve your personal issues— I have to go, this is making me sick.” Christine chose to leave, but turned around when she noticed Leon lurking behind the corner eavesdropping on their conversation. She shook her head at him as if she was instructing him to back off and let Stephen figure out what he needed to do.

You listened seriously to Leon's account of what he witnessed. You gave no indication of the feelings you were experiencing with your face, but on the inside, you were a roaring hurricane.

“I appreciate you telling me about this, Leon, and I know that you meant this with good intentions, but I think you should’ve left it for Stephen to tell me.” You responded with an unnatural level of composure, yet despite this, Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on edge.

“I’m sorry, I just— I had a feeling he wasn’t going to tell you.” Leon reasoned in a low voice.

“If Stephen needed to tell Christine that, to get it out of his chest, then so be it. I wasn’t born yesterday, I could see it in his eyes that he still cares.” You confessed to your friend. You were experiencing such a wide range of feelings that you weren't sure which ones to express first. It's likely that the embarrassment you felt in front of Leon, was the one that affected you the most. It was the day of your wedding, and your future husband was busy venting to his ex-girlfriend about how he felt about her.

“(Y/N), it’s time.” The event manager firmly knocked on the door and then entered and was a bit surprised to have found Leon there with you, “Sir, you need to get to the wedding hall now.” She instructed, and Leon stood up instantly, leaving the room looking very concerned. As soon as Diane saw the emotions on both your faces, she immediately realised something was wrong.

•••

You were unable to stop fidgeting as you stood behind closed doors. You felt a surge of anxiety sweep over you from the apex of your heart down to your toes. Your parents were beginning to worry about you due to the fact that your whole aura had shifted ever since Leon walked in and spoke to you.

“Honey, what’s wrong? You’re restless. ” Your mother took you by the arms and squeezed them gently, trying to soothe you. 

“What did your friend say to you? You seem detached ever since.” Your father studied your sullen face and when you didn’t answer, he pulled you into a hug, “Whatever it is, just know that we’re here for you okay love?” 

You nodded and spoke quietly, “I’m just feeling nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry.” You told a white lie to not worry your parents further.

Your mother and father took their positions beside you as the pianist began playing your entrance song. You were now the centre of everyone’s attention, white rose petals fell from the ceiling as you made your way down the aisle with your parents. You found Stephen standing handsomely and waiting for you on the other side, you had the illusion that time was moving more slowly as you kept direct eye contact from behind your veil. There tears were beginning to spring from his eyes, but that little seed of doubt in you wondered if they were for you. He smiled at you, but you couldn't put a smile on your face since you were absorbed in your feelings and thoughts.

Your father's eyes became reddened as you reached the altar as a result of the tears he had been crying, especially now that he had to hand you over to Stephen. Before taking a seat, he extended a shoulder pat to the other person and then gave him a short hug, after which your mother offered him her handkerchief.

The wedding officiant stood between you and Stephen, reading the opening lines by welcoming your friends and family. The officiant’s voice began to sound like a blur; you couldn’t pay much attention as you found it hard to keep yourself out of your trance-like state.

You raised your eyes to look at Stephen, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't fixating his eyes on you. You momentarily diverted your eyes to Leon, who was wearing a disappointed frown and avoiding eye contact with you. It was unmistakable who Stephen was staring at intently over your shoulder, so there was no need for you to turn around to find out for yourself. Your eyes traveled down his wrist and also noticed that he wore that god damn watch.

As the raging tempest inside you became more intense, you had to exert more effort to breathe. You tighten your grip on the flower bouquet in your hand, and the skin on your knuckles begins to turn white as you struggle to maintain your calm compusure in front of your friends and family.

“Do you Stephen Vincent Strange take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked Stephen. 

As soon as the officiant had finished asking the question, Stephen's gaze quickly darted towards you, “I do.”

The officiant turned to you and began asking the same question. You felt your mouth become dry as the pounding of your heart became too intense for your liking, your breathing became laboured as you tried to breathe in air breath after breath; the air felt empty of oxygen and you started to feel dizzy. As you began to feel as if the walls were closing in on you, your eyesight started to get hazy.– 

You had not spoken to the officiant for more than 10 seconds, and from the viewpoint of the guest, you were simply gazing straight ahead as though you were in a trance.

Your family watched you with complete alarm and felt the need to rush up to you and give you a hug, but they were unable to do so, “C’mon baby, say something.” your Dad whispered under his breath.

“Ms. (L/N)?” The officiant called your name, which grabbed your attention. Your head whipped towards him with a gasp for air like you’d been pulled out of water, “Do you take Mr. Stephen Strange to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I…” Your voice drifted off as you swept your gaze over the room, which was packed with visitors waiting for your response. You cast your gaze across to Stephen, who seemed to be in the greatest distress possible, “I...”

“Do.” Stephen mouthed the word towards you.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You threw away your bouquet and lifted the layers of lace as you sprinted down the aisle of the wedding hall. The train of your dress scraped the ground as you fled out of there, which left Stephen and the rest of the guests feeling astounded.

“Stephen! What are you doing just standing there? Go after her!” Beverly scolded her son out of his state of shock and Stephen sprinted past your family, who were also on their way to get you.

•••

You found yourself in the safety of your bridal room and began pacing. You couldn’t believe you just ran out and left Stephen hanging in front of the altar. You heard the door crash and lock behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Stephen gasping for air with his face reddened and an expression that made it apparent he was not pleased.

His long strides approached you quicker than you’d like, and he held your cheeks in his hand, “Why?” Stephen intended to ask more, but that was the only thing that his mouth allowed him to say.

You pushed away and stepped back, “Don’t come any closer.” You extend your arm out to prevent him from entering your comfort zone.

“Okay, I won’t.” He stood his ground and gave you what you wanted, “But can you at least explain what just happened?”

Your were trying to find the words but your erratic breathing made it difficult to utter a word, “Why don’t you explain it to me, Stephen? Why were your eyes on someone else and why are you wearing that fucking watch?” You glared at him and the watch.

Stephen became self-aware and covered the watch with his hand and sighed heavily, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how, when or where to start.”

“I’ll start for you, I’m not dumb, okay Stephen? I know you and Christine had history and you still cared for her, but putting your attention on her and wearing that watch on our  wedding day? I mean, as if it wasn't bad enough that you were pouring your secret feelings for Chrstine behind my back. But I had to find out about it from Leon, who couldn't wait to throw it in my face, mind you. I was so humiliated.” You started it for him, you hated the fact that you were soft-spoken, you wanted to scream at him so badly.

“Leon told you—” Stephen sighed some more, “(Y/N), I love and care for Christine as a friend, why would I be standing in that altar if I felt otherwise?” 

“You can get married to someone just to fill the void and be in love with someone else Stephen, it happens more often than you think, I just couldn’t believe that it was going to happen to me.” You gave a very tiny inclination to your head, and the pace of your words sped up a little bit.

“Christ, clearly Leon misunderstood everything he had heard!” 

“Liar.” You called him out, Stephen blinked, trying his best not to lose his temper, “This was nothing more than an attempt to please your ego, wasn’t it?”

“What?” Stephen scowled at you, his hands now resting on his waist.

You looked at any part of the room but him, “I mean, you didn't even have the courtesy to fix your fucking issues before diving into a new relationship? This entire honesty charade has fooled me, and I'm ashamed to admit it.  Just leave, the sight of you sickens me to the core.” 

“I’m not going to leave until we sort this out.” Stephen replied hard and firm, there was a rumble in his voice that slightly scared you.

“I don’t want to work it out! I admit it okay? You got me good! So take your little trophy, add me to your collection of sad failed relationships, and get out of my life!” You mockingly told Stephen, building a facade around yourself that you don’t care if he walks away.

“So that’s it? You’re going to give up? The years we’ve been together mean nothing to you? You’re just going to throw away everything we've been through, all our memories together, all because of some hearsay?!” “Oh please, don’t act like you’re the fucking saint when you’re the one who’s had the most shortcomings between us and you don’t deserve all the chances you got.” “I am not acting like a fucking saint, I don’t understand why you’re acting all jealous and possessive now when I’m getting married to you!”

Stephen’s voice gradually got louder as he also got lost in his desperation to save what was left. Both of you were shouting over each other, wanting to be heard, until you drew the final straw.

“It’s because you always chose her!” You spat out as loud as you could, Stephen remained quiet, “When things get tough, you choose to lean on her, everytime she comes around, you run to her without hesitation. You are nothing more than a sad and pathetic excuse for a man, Stephen. That’s why I want you to leave.” When you said those harsh remarks, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and anger and resentment coating your voice as it flowed out of your throat to make those statements.

“But–” He was taken aback by the way you were now reacting towards him, “You promised that we would stay together no matter what, don’t you remember?”

“I remember clearly, but I think you’re forgetting that you made the same promise to me too. You left me hanging not once, not twice, multiple times, every time she needed something from you. You keep leaving me in the dark.” You clenched your jaw as memories of you spending nights alone when you needed him came flooding in.

Stephen lowered his head and understood at that moment that you were being very serious and that you were, in fact, furious. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Yes, we promised to be there for each other, but as far as I’m concerned, I did an excellent job at fulfilling my word, so don’t you dare, have the audacity to say that I am not keeping my promise to you, no, you’ve disguised your promise as wanting me just when it is convenient for you and I am not going to give you the benefit of that anymore!” You responded by huffing and trying to recover your breath, looking at him directly in the eyes this time.

“I am not going to let myself remain ignorant in order to keep the promise that I made since it has no significance to you. You won't be able to use me in any way you see fit, because I won't let you. You already know how I'm worth so much more than that!” You poured all your pent up emotions on him, all your frustrations on his shortcomings that you chose to throw over your head because you love him. You made your way past his paralyzed body and towards the door, which you eventually unlocked in order to let yourself free.

Before you could turn the knob, he spoke, “Don’t you dare walk through that door, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling my whole life in the way I feel when I’m with you.”

Hearing him say that was a punch in the gut, your hands trembled, wanting to close the door and hug him, you inhaled a wet gasp and allowed tears to fall freely from your eyes, “Know that despite all this, I love you, Good bye Stephen.” 

You left him alone and closed the door softly behind you, leaving Stephen a completely hollowed man, he knew pain like an old friend, but what he was feeling at this moment was pain beyond what he could comprehend. •••

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My OC (Marvel Edition)

Clara Strange

Name : Clara Elizabeth Marie Strange

Nicknames : Clarissa (By Stephen), Magic-girl, Donna’s twin , Ms Strange

Age : 25 - 32

Birthday : October 26th

Status : Single

Powers : None

Family :

Mother : Beverly Strange

Father : Eugene Strange

Siblings : Stephen Strange (Older Brother)

                  Donna Strange (twin)

Pets : Reese the dog

Jobs : Librarian

Backstory : As kids her and Donna were the best of friends , always completing each other sentences and their bond was just unbreakable . Donna and her were both mischievious as kids during their school days . Always annoying their older brother Stephen with the nickname ‘Stevie’. But he loved the nickname secretly.

When they both were seven , Stephen would often able to persuade them to be his assistants in his magic act . When Clara was nine , she had fell from her bicycle while coming home from school as Donna rushed inside to call in Stephen to aid the other sister . Clara was crying on the front door stairs as Stephen got the first aid box and started bandaging her right ankle . After this experience Stephen started to always carry a small First aid kit in his bagpack to help anyone hurt.

One day during winter time they both wanted to go for ice skating near the frozen lake as Stephen was present with them . As Donna and her were having great time ice skating , but while skating Donna had stopped over a thin layer of ice in the middle of the lake, suddenly the ice started to crack under Donna’s feet as she fell through the hole into the cold water . Clara and Stephen rushed to help her but she was already gone .

After Donna’s death , Clara was never the same the bubbly mischievous girl , she was as before . Everyday since the incident she cried to sleep every night . She felt immensely guilty for Donna’s death as the memory from that day was haunting her every night , she couldn’t erase it from her mind as she tried to move on from it but couldn’t . Stephen on the other hand as it seems had moved on and had started to become distant from her and their parents as he was pursuing his medical career.  

Her parents tried to move on but a few years later her mom passed away when she was in her last year of college , shortly after that her dad too . Her and Stephen were the only one’s left now but they both had grown apart and their relation had begun to deteriorate as a massive fight had broken out between them after attending their father’s funeral. And they haven’t spoken to each other since then.

A few weeks later she had decided to move to London. To pursue her career in literature . She hadn’t spoken to her brother since the funeral . ‘Stubborn Asshole’  she thought of him as she once again checked her phone not a single text from him , she still hadn’t mentioned to him that she is moving to London . Feeling a bit hesitant that he wouldn’t allow her go once she told him about it so she decided against idea and prepared to leave tomorrow early morning to catch her flight .

Stephen on the other hand had graduated from Columbia with an M.D. and Ph.D  at the same time. He wanted to call her and tell her this amazing news and also apologize to her about their fight , he had really been acting too stubborn and ignorant around everyone , even his own little sister . But that day he decided he wanted to mend their relation and had the whole day plan out just for the both of them for tomorrow . The next day as he was getting ready to leave a thought Crossed his mind that he hadn’t even called her to check or ask if she was at home or not . But this visit was a surprise from him so being a idiot that he was didn’t even bothered to call her . As he parked his car in front of the apartment , he was getting nervous now but he brushed him off as he got out and carried the bouquet of lilac’s‘That have always have been her favorite’ towards the stairs . As he reached her floor he walked up towards her apartment door and knocked on it , No reply . He Continued on but still no reply .

He was starting to get worried now , thought’s rushed up inside his mind as he began to panic . But an old lady came up to him and informed him of his sister’s move and then the lady handed him an envelope . He took a look at it as it was addressed to him. He still couldn’t believe  ‘That she just left ! Just like that ! Without even informing him of it !’

Rage had blinded him as he couldn’t see any reason to mend what is already been destroyed with his sister as he rushed back to his apartment and started to destroy everything .

Suddenly his hands pulled back the photo frame from getting destroyed . It was of them as kids spending the day in their backyard as their mother has gathered up them together to click the picture. He remembered it clearly as Donna was wearing her fairy costume , Clara was holding her teddy bear with her pink glasses on and Stephen was in the middle wearing his magician hat and cape on .

He broke down into tears looking at the picture as he reminiscent about his childhood and in that moment he had everything , and now he was all alone and everyone near and dear to him had left or just gone away . This realization hit him hard but from this day onwards he made a promise to himself he wouldn’t let anyone get to close to him again .

Present day :

As the hour went by Clara was hoping she could leave early from work , it had been a slow day since she had arrived at work this morning and as usual arranging the Books in order , her thoughts shifted to Reese her pet dog who was patiently waiting for her at home , and she didn’t like leaving her alone for too long . As she was arranging some of the books on the middle shelf . A busy voice behind called her out “Hey you can leave early you know that right it's the weekend , as you kids love to call it this days ?”, it was her boss’s voice Maggie. She had been a really sweet and kind  lady who had helped her to get a job here as a librarian . She had been like a second mom for Clara and was always there support her through out everything when she arrived here for the first time .

As she was arranging the last batch of books , her eyes fell upon a children’s book which she hadn’t seen in many years . A small smile appeared on her face as she examined the book , Donna and her had an exact copy of the book as kids . ‘Mom and dad used to always read it to us every night , and sometimes even Steph-’  she stopped herself before she starts to feel guilty all over again.

It had been years since she had last seen her brother or even heard about him . She had always hoped that he was doing alright and has moved on with his life and achieved success in his medical career.

As she arranged the last batch , she started to climb down the ladder. Maggie was present at her usual work desk as Clara arrived , “Well I wanted to help you around a bit longer”.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart my dear , well then take the rest of the day off and I’ll be seeing you on Monday ”. Maggie spoke as she rushed to pick up the ringing Telephone . A smile had spread on Clara’s face as rushed to get her jacket and purse , and waved goodbye to Maggie . As she dashed out of the front door and rushed to her apartment .

When she entered inside the door , She called out to Reese excitedly “Honey I’m home !” . As Reese rushed towards her she got down on her knees and greeted the excited little puppy , as she placed a kiss on her nose and put her down as they both entered the Living room . Clara placed some dogfood in the Reese’s bowl as she looked at the TV screen changing the channel again and again.

As she stopped on the News Channel as the news anchor said

“Where are the Avengers now after the Mayhem they have caused ? and Who is this Mysterious Spider Bug Themed Hero-Or as the Public put it as Spiderman spotted in Queens, New York City.”

‘Ugh’ she frustratedly thought to herself . All this Avengers speculation is just gonna make her head explode . Don’t worry she likes the Avengers but she not interested in fake news headlines and lies spread by the media about them, they are also real people and have families and people they love and have to take care of . But after the 2012 Invasion the public had been in love with them since . But after the Accords, things have changed drastically.

Clara got up from her couch as she switched off the TV, kept her dish in the sink and begin going into her bedroom . As Reese was trotting behind her, she return inside her room as her eyes fell upon the photo frame kept on the nightstand  of her and Donna , as she picked it up happy memories rushed in her mind as she gently placed a hand over the frame. Reminiscing  about  the past as she hugged the frame even closer as she terribly missed her sister so much every day .

The guilt never went away, as she still blamed herself for everything , Sleep never came easily to her , as the Nightmare was always coming to haunt her every night , as her screams still echoed in her mind , it was as if she was just stuck in that moment again and again even after so many years .

All this had become too much for her so she starting to see a therapist once a month , who had recommended her some sleeping pills , as she placed the frame back in it’s place she watched as Reese was already asleep in her own cozy bed , she smiled at the sleeping puppy she got up to get a glass of water .

When she reached the kitchen , commotion could be heard from inside as she quickly ducked under the table , the voices grew impatient and louder as the door flew open as things started to crash around her , she kept her eyes closed to scared to even open them , as a man’s frustrating voice shouted “QUICKLY , WONG GIVE ME THAT!!!!”, ‘that voice’  it felt really familiar as she opened her eyes to see it was a big creature with tentacles like things coming out from a blue portal as the man in the red cape used his powers to banish the creature as the portal closed in front of him and the other man . Things were happening around her too quickly as she got up from her hiding place to see the mess made by this magic people . As the tall man did a circular hand gesture another portal opened in front of them but this time it was an orange one, as they moved forward to step inside of it .

Clara quickly called them out “Wait what was that thing !? ”as they stopped , but the tall man didn’t even turn around to face her as he bluntly replied “A simple thanks would have been nice !”. Embarrassed Clara quickly thanked them for saving her life, but she is still questioned them again “But who are you guys ?”.

The Tall man groaned in frustration as he turned around to quickly introduce himself  “ I’m Dr Strange Master of the Mystic Art- Clarissa , what are you doing here ?”.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephen Strange & Beverly Strange, Stephen Strange & Eugene Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Past Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange - Relationship Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Beverly Strange, Eugene Strange, Christine Palmer Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Asshole Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark’s A+ Parenting, IronStrange Week 2022, CEO Stephen Strange, CEO in training, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Stephen Strange, Out of character Tony Stark Series: Part 5 of IronStrange Week 2022 Summary:

Stephen thought that arranged marriages were a thing of the past. A tradition that the Strange family believed to be archaic, but apparently, the Strange family were being hypocrites. Apparently, now he was engaged to the Stark Heir.

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Fresh Defender Strange Head Canons

from an upcoming chapter of No Defense for the Heart - 'greeting the sun'

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Successful personal relationships had eluded him his whole adult life. Since his years at Columbia, through post-grad and internship and residency, he’d been far too single-minded in his pursuit of excellence--in his drive to be the best in his chosen field—to be capable of forming true and lasting friendships. Let alone having concern about his growing isolation. Stephen’s quest had monopolized his energy and caused him to sublimate his emotional needs. And worst of all, had forced him to abandon a part of himself that might have grown him into a different man. For he had forgotten the romantic that lived quietly in the corner of his heart.

Despite the cold, harsh, sardonic treatment he’d suffered as Eugene Strange’s firstborn son, his mother Beverly had provided a soft, kind, and loving counterpoint. Her piano lessons opened a new world to her brilliant boy’s precisely mathematical mind. These weren’t just notes on paper—she taught him that they lived and breathed and were meant to express the wide range of human emotion and experience. Stephen had embraced her view wholeheartedly, eventually surpassing his mother’s skill and leaving him to crave for ever more, like Beverly’s little backyard flower garden thirsted for merciful rain in the cruel grip of high, dry Nebraska summer. While a sixth-grade crush on a winsome English teacher got him reading well-above grade level, in search of the sort of romantic literature that Stephen believed might win her heart (and devastated him when she returned to school after summer vacation a newly made Mrs. Baxter nee Williams).

Come freshman year of high school, Stephen had insisted on taking Latin, despite parental protests and the incredulous reactions of his boyhood friends. He’d had an inkling that mastering that ancient tongue might come in handy, and not too far in the future—he had felt a pull in two directions: medicine or medical research, and the a career involving the language arts. Having developed an unforeseen love for the study of languages, along with their origins and idiosyncrasies—and having discovered he had such an aptitude (along with the stunning realization that he had a humble talent for writing poetry, upon having penned a handful of poems as a means of wooing a couple of girls that he’d fallen for)—Stephen had seriously considered a future in the study and teaching of Classical Literature.

Though medicine asserted itself as his future vocation, Stephen had parlayed that Latin into learning most of the Romance languages by the close of his junior year and had remained well in touch with the roots of his surprising albeit latent romantic nature. But in the late summer before he was set to depart for a full ride at Columbia University, those idealistic, creative qualities had gone into a deep, dark, numb sleep after he had failed his sister Donna. At the cost of her life. That was when he had turned his back on the useless dreams and puerile fantasies of a Romantic. Having been unable to save Donna from drowning to death, Stephen’s goal became expunging away the guilt he felt over it, which lived in every cell of his body. He had never defined his mission as such but had carried it with him into every operating theatre in which he worked his miracles; it lay silently beneath the words of every journal article he authored and every speech he gave. It was the invisible wall that perpetually separated him from true satisfaction. From feeling he at last had done enough.

After that, Stephen rarely allowed himself to grow close to anyone, refusing to name his fear of loss and the attendant vulnerability as a weakness. If he didn’t commit…if he didn’t allow himself to care too deeply…he wouldn’t need to manage the pain when they inevitably left him. Oh, he had college buddies alright, but none he would stay up into the wee hours of the night, half drunk on cheap, warm beer, discussing philosophical questions, fully drunk on the hopes of a brilliantly managed future--or comparing notes on which coed was the finest lay on campus.

Yes, he played the field. With his easy charm and remarkable physical grace and good looks, Stephen rarely got a ‘no’ when he approached a pretty girl to get to know her better. Few of those liasons ever lasted long enough to be called relationships, and that left him free of encumberment as he reached for each rung on the ladder of his success. Christine Palmer—on again, off again, strong-willed, smart as a whip, able to appreciate and top his oft corny humor, soft-hearted and kind, patient beyond any soul he’d ever known—was the one exception to that rule. And because of his fear—and his growing arrogance amidst his meteoric rise to become the preeminent neurosurgeon in the country—he had hurt her shamelessly numerous times and finally lost the best and most tolerant soul when it came to his incalculable flaws. In Stephen’s mind, the idea of finding someone new to love and be loved back despite his selfish nature, was hopeless indeed...

Though I've written these specifically for Defender Stephen, I find it easy to imagine some may also apply to 616 Stephen. Also, in most of my versions of Donna Strange's death, I choose to incorporate events closer to the comic books. Stephen was on the cusp of his college career and his sister was a young teen. Her drowning was a swimming accident, and though Stephen pulled her from the water, he was unable to revive her.

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[mistrdctr]

Character Sheet

basics.

full name. Stephen Vincent Strange ( M.D., Ph.D. ) nicknames / aliases. Doc, Wizard, Mr. Doctor, Stonekeeper age. 46 zodiac. Capricorn spoken languages. English

physical characteristics.

hair colour. Mid-brown to dark-brown, gray (especially at the temples) eye colour. Blue-Gray-Green, shifting depending on light skin tone. Fair body type. Fit dominant hand. Right posture. Usually quite good but he also lounges around in the most odd positions sometimes (causing ouchies to his back) scars. Most scars he has are on his hands, caused by the surgery that needed to be done to save them after they've gotten badly damaged in a car accident. He has some smaller scars scattered all over his body caused by that accident, but most of them have faded and are barely visible anymore. There's a small scar on his bottom lip that's rather visible, still. tattoos. None birthmarks. Moles and birthmarks are decorating some places of his body, mostly his neck, chest, his back, his upper arms and his thighs. most noticeable features. A very sharp cupids bow and full lips, a prominent straight nose, a soft jawline, his bright gaze

childhood.

place of birth. London, UK siblings. Donna Strange (deceased) parents. Beverly Strange (deceased), Eugene Strange (deceased)

adult life.

occupation. Master of the mystic arts (currently), Neurosurgeon (formerly) residence(s). Sanctum Sanctorum (currently), Apartment within New York City (formerly) close friends. Wong, America (a bit like an adopted daughter of sorts), Tony Stark (Thread-dependent), Spider-Man (Thread-Dependent) relationship status. Single (Thread-Dependent) financial status. He's managing to survive driver’s license. Yes criminal record. No

sex & romance.

sexual orientation. Pansexual preferred sexual role. Usually expected to be on top but he's actually a switch and adapts to his (bed-)partner libido. Normal to high turn-ons. Kissing in general including deep making-out sessions, getting the side of his throat or the nape of his neck kissed, cuddling that leads to more, when the vibes between him and the other person are just right, when he feels comfortable around another person... such things. turn-offs. Stupidity, when someone cannot keep up with his sass (and general personality), when he doesn't feel comfortable around someone, when he is expected to do all the work in bed, and when things just don't vibe well. love language. Using terms of endearment, caring for his partner (making sure they are alright, checking on them, worrying about them), playful sass and teasing, making gifts (e.g. bringing flowers or something) relationship tendencies. Stephen is a rather romantic and soft person, he is also very loyal and it is important to him that he can trust his partner completely (and that they trust him in return)

miscellaneous.

hobbies to pass time. Eating fast food (lol), reading books (not only about magic, mind you), watching TV (every now and then), enjoying a cup of tea or coffee mental illnesses. He's suffering from depression and trauma regarding his accident, and because of 'his job' he is surely also experiencing other mental illnesses that aren't properly diagnosed at all self-confidence level. Quite high

#Personal File; Headcanons #(some more bits about him <3 )

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ㅤㅤㅤ ╱৴ 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐒 / 𝐁𝐀́𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐒; ✦

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▪︎Nome completo: Stephen Vincent Strange!

▪︎Apelidos: Doutor Estranho, o Feiticeiro Supremo, Mestre das Artes Místicas!

▪︎ Data de nascimento: 18 de novembro!

▪︎ Zodíaco: Sol em escorpião, lua em capricórnio, ascendente em Leão!

▪︎ Local de nascimento: Filadélfia, Pensilvânia!

▪︎ Espécie: Humano!

▪︎ Nacionalidade: Americano!

▪︎ Gênero/Pronomes: Ele/Dele!

▪︎ Sexualidade: Hétero!

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▪︎ Aparência: Traços definidos e maduros, maçãs do rosto salientes, lábios em forma de arco de cupido com um cavanhaque bem aparado.

▪︎ Cor de cabelo: Marrom chocolate escuro com listras cinza começando em suas têmporas.

▪︎ Olhos: Matiz cinza com tonalidade azul clara fraca.

▪︎ Sardas / Marcas de nascença / Cicatrizes: Cicatrizes cirúrgicas em suas mãos, dedos e juntas.

▪︎ Altura: 6'1 ft de altura.

▪︎ Peso: 180 Ibs.

▪︎ Formato corporal: Tonificado, fino.

▪︎ MBTI: INTJ - (O Arquiteto).

• Eneagrama: 5w6.

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Apesar de Stephen ser retratado como um homem sério e arrogante, ele é profundamente introvertido, calculado, tímido e de mente aberta. Ele se considera um homem bem-humorado, mas às vezes suas piadas não impressionam os outros.

Ele é determinado e realista com seus objetivos. Teimoso, realista, intelectual, autodisciplinado, competente, arrogante, viciado em trabalho, perceptivo, conhecedor, coordenado, secreto, solene, lógico, extraordinário, egoísta, confidencial, engenhoso, persistente, factual, inteligente, complicado e dominante.

▪︎ Relacionamentos: Solteiro!

▪︎ Aliados;

• Wong: (amigo).

• Anciã: (mentor anterior).

• Christine palmer: (colega e amiga).

▪︎ Fmília;

• Pai; Eugene Strange.

• Mãe: Bervely Strange.

• Irmãos: Donna Strange. Victor Strange.

▪︎ Inimigos: Dormammu, Karl Mordo, Kaecillius, Thanos.

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Origem:

{ Ainda jovem, Stephen Strange sonhava em se tornar médico. O filho mais velho de três, Strange nasceu em 1930, enquanto seus pais Eugene e Beverly Strange estavam de férias na Filadélfia. Aos onze anos, ele ajudou sua irmã mais nova, Donna, quando ela se machucou, o que provou ser uma experiência formativa para ele, e ele foi inspirado a frequentar a escola de medicina após o ensino médio. Ironicamente, foi sua incapacidade de salvá-la mais tarde do afogamento quando ele tinha dezenove anos e estava de licença da faculdade que minou sua crença no sentido da vida e no valor do idealismo. No entanto, ele rapidamente terminou a escola de medicina ainda jovem e se tornou um neurocirurgião de sucesso.

Strange exibiu um talento fenomenal em seu campo escolhido e rapidamente alcançou riqueza e notoriedade. Quanto mais bem-sucedido ele se tornava, mais arrogante ele se tornava. Eventualmente, isso levou ao afastamento de sua família e à ruína de seu relacionamento com uma tradutora das Nações Unidas chamada Madeline Revell, a quem ele havia proposto casamento. Ele se tornou tão distante e egocêntrico que se recusou a visitar seu pai em seu leito de morte. Seu irmão mais novo enfurecido, Victor Strange, o repreendeu por isso e depois foi morto quando correu para o trânsito. Stephen então colocou o corpo de seu irmão em armazenamento criogênico. Em um estágio muito posterior, Stephen tentou restaurar seu irmão por meios mágicos, mas o imbuiu com a maldição do vampirismo. Um acidente de carro que danificou os nervos de suas mãos mudou tudo para Stephen Strange. Ele não podia mais ser um cirurgião, mas se recusou a se tornar um assistente ou consultor, em vez disso, esbanjou seu dinheiro viajando pelo mundo em busca de uma cura. Um dia ele ouviu um boato de um personagem místico conhecido como o Ancião no Nepal. Reunindo o último de seus recursos internos e externos, Strange procurou diligentemente até que a fortaleza do Ancião fosse revelada a ele. Embora inicialmente indignado que o místico idoso se recusou a curar suas mãos, a raiva de Strange foi rapidamente substituída por espanto quando a realidade das forças mágicas foi demonstrada diante de seus olhos quando ele testemunhou um ataque ao Sanctum.

As circunstâncias revelaram a Strange que o Santuário estava sob ataque de Kaecillius e seus zelotes; Discípulos de Dormammu. Kaecillius, o antigo discípulo do Ancião, que foi o autor do ataque, e que continuou a planejar a destruição do místico antediluviano em uma tentativa de ganhar poder e corromper o mundo na Dimensão das Trevas. Para seu horror, Stephen descobriu que o Ancião estava ganhando energia e poder da Dimensão das Trevas, Karl Mordo ficou chocado com essa reviravolta. Após a morte do Ancião; Stephen abandonou desinteressadamente sua busca para restaurar suas mãos e se comprometeu com a tutela mágica com a intenção de frustrar o esquema insidioso de Kaecillius fazendo um acordo com Dormammu. Por este ato Strange provou-se ao Ancião, para quem todo o melodrama havia sido transparente. Assim, o Doutor Estranho se colocou no caminho para se tornar o novo Feiticeiro Supremo da dimensão da Terra, mas ganhou um inimigo mortal em Karl Mordo.}

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[strxngemxgick]

Dead On Your Feet

October 4, 2022, Day 4

Prompt: Dead on your feet (waking up disoriented, can’t pass out)

Summary: Stephen deviates from the sacred timeline. Love is to blame.

Readers: @cherryfinolahobbes @shieldagentnatasharomanoff @mehrere-musen

“Baby boy, you’ve just got the biggest heart.” It was the earliest memory that he had of his mother; her kind words were soft as she murmured them against his head, pressing sweet kisses to his temple. Her tone was as gentle as her touch, her hands soft against his cheeks, her smile bright and warm. He couldn’t remember what he had done, necessarily, to warrant such regard, but as a child, Stephen didn’t think he would ever feel so proud as he did then. He would cling to the delight in Beverly Strange’s sweet voice, heavy with familiar midwestern twang. “So full of love. Sweetest little thing.” 

He vaguely remembered her warning him, shortly after. She advised him to be careful with that big, overflowing heart of his. Keep it open, but keep it guarded, because it would be a surefire way to get himself hurt. 

Stephen didn’t immediately take that much in; he was too busy reveling in the idea of how happy he’d made one of the most important people in his life.

He hadn’t considered her advice until much later, when the hurt had already begun to sink in. His childhood had been fair, with hardly any room for complaints. He had been happy, healthy, and safe, so what reason did he have to bar himself from the world? If kindness spread a joy like he had seen in his youth, wouldn’t it be better to spread that sort of feeling wherever he went? Didn’t everyone deserve at least that much? He thought that, maybe, he would be content to go through the remainder of his life that way, but reality didn’t make such selfless love easy in the face of grief. 

Donna’s death had hit him hard. Had closed the first window to his heart and instead opened the door to the drive of success. He parted from his family, his friends, his home, to focus more on his upcoming career - because he refused to consider it a potential career, because he was determined to make a name for himself in the medical world. To an extent, he imagined that he could still say it was love that fueled him. He remembered the feeling of Donna’s body in his arms. The heavy stiffness of her limbs. The way her frozen lips almost stuck to his as he attempted rescue breaths. The way her ribcage felt uncomfortably brittle as he attempted chest compressions. He remembered the hopelessness of losing someone so dear to him, and the hollowness that came with knowing not only would he have to try and continue a normal life without his baby sister, but that he could have done something about it if only he was better.

His mother was the next to go. He was comfortable in his career by then, starting to prove himself as somebody. Surgery had become second nature to him, wielding a scalpel coming as easily as breathing, and his success rate was, to that point, unblemished. It should have been ill advised for Beverly to approach her son for medical aid, but by God, they had been through thick and thin already, and if she trusted anyone with her life, it was her son. Her Stephen. Her sweet, sweet boy.

It was cruel of her to ask, in hindsight. 

Glioblastoma. 

Particularly aggressive.

Inoperable. 

Stephen had to shut down when he told her that trying to remove the tumor was more dangerous than even leaving it tether to her brain. Really, he had been petrified. There was no winning in a situation where he had to tell his mother that he couldn’t save her, because he would only risk killing her faster. And he had to completely shield himself from the vulnerability in her gaze. The hurt. The betrayal. And still, the love.

She didn’t have much longer.

Eugene Strange had grieved himself to death not long after. The scars of his broken family were just too much.

Stephen never let go of his drive. His desire to be the best, so that maybe, one day, he could make sure no one would feel his pain again. He told himself that if he had just been a little bit better, then maybe, he could have cut the cancer right out of his mother. Fixed her. Saved her. His dreams made it so easy to lose himself to his work, and in doing so, he realized that he never quite opened himself back up. He hadn’t bothered to throw those doors to his truest self open, and really, why should he bother? Who did he have left?

He hadn’t realized that Christine had managed to worm her way in until after the car wreck. After his entire purpose had been stolen from him. Broken and lost, he had chased her away. What would she want with an empty man? Devoid of love? If she ever needed, he couldn’t keep her safe. Hell, he could barely keep himself alive. It was easier to be alone, to wallow, than to risk opening up the floodgates and letting her back in. 

It wasn’t until Kamar-Taj, and his true journey of healing in the mystic arts, that Stephen truly began to remember himself. The Ancient One’s words had settled deep into his soul, weakening the barrier he had erected around himself with one easy blow. 

“It’s not about you.”

Selflessness. Kindness. Love. 

He had been those things, once. He wanted to believe that he still could be.

Saving the world from the oppression of Dormammu and the influence of the Dark Dimension had been an easy decision. Second nature. Like breathing. Like love. The knowledge that he had been a doctor for the entirety of Earth settled in his chest with that familiar warmth of his youth. It made the nightmares worth it. It made those sleepless nights mean everything. It made the sunrises more magical. It made all of the hurt mean something.

“You’ve got the biggest heart.”

He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten the warmth of such knowledge. The satisfaction of doing something genuinely good, even if thankless. It was an utterly addictive feeling, and Stephen spent the bulk of his new career as a sorcerer chasing that rush. Wong was the only one who ever said anything, worry making his frown lines more prominent as he patched up his companion, but there was no denying the joy Stephen had felt, and that was enough.

The suffering was fine. He knew what to expect; his mother had already warned him of that much when he was younger.

Thanos made him remember it with startling clarity, though. 

The Time Stone brought it all home. 

And Tony Stark had been the catalyst.

Stephen hadn’t been much of a fan of the man from the very beginning. Even before the days of heroism and the Avengers and Iron Man, there had been plenty not to like. His name in the arms industry had stood against everything that Stephen stood for. The preservation of life, cut down in the wake of weapons of mass destruction had always left a sour taste in the former doctor’s mouth. And it certainly didn’t help that Stark was an incurable prick. Cocky and flirtations and narcissistic, he mirrored the worst qualities that Stephen saw in himself, and it made their interactions all the more painful. For a genius, Strange had seen him as simple-minded, incapable of seeing the bigger picture as the Time Stone was consistently put in harm’s way, and Stark seemed intent on putting it there. It was a difficult decision, being willing to sacrifice the wellbeing of one of the world’s most beloved figures and a sweet, bright-eyed teenage boy for the sake of the universe, but one didn’t become Sorcerer Supreme without having to make the hard decisions. It put him back in the mindset of that cold, calculating surgeon all over again, and the sensation of having to shut down for the sake of humanity had made his skin crawl.

Of course he blamed Tony Stark. The man had backed them into a corner, and the Mad Titan was closing in by the second. They had to act fast, and they had to act smart. 

A time loop had saved him once before. He didn’t think it would make matters any worse.

Fourteen million, six hundred and five. 

Entire lifetimes had passed by in the span of seconds, but Stephen remembered all of them. 

Had lived all of them. 

With the knowledge that he had time, that the end of the world could wait a little longer as he strategized in his carefully crafted dream, it became too easy for Stephen to let his guard down. 

Peter was the first one he found himself getting attached to. The young hero truly had a heart of gold. Optimistic and genuine and entirely too soft, Peter Parker made himself easily likable. His intellect made it easy to converse with him. His empathy made it easy for Stephen to be himself around him. To care. To love. He was a constant across the would-be realities that the sorcerer explored, and though it was never easy to watch his inevitable demise, it was always a pleasure to be with him.

The Guardians were easy enough to get used to. Their jovial nature and borderline naivete made them rather refreshing company. In the realities where they left Titan and returned to Earth, which were surprisingly many, Stephen found himself on amicable terms with many members of the fractured Avengers, as well. 

But surprisingly enough, none had garnered his affections quite like Tony Stark. 

With time came understanding, and it was inevitable that they would eventually come to know each other as they were. Stephen came to truly grasp the inner workings of the former arms dealer. Where there was cockiness, Stephen saw a defense mechanism, and good humor, and humbleness masquerading as egotism. Flirtation gave way to an overly friendliness, made necessary because Stephen was able to see just how much Tony craved affection and validation. Narcissism came from the need to be the best. To prove himself. To make something of himself to please his father, to please the world, and to try and please himself. Iron Man, which Stephen had seen as a  means of new clout and a reckless hyperfixation had been legitimate. A need to protect. Defend. A means of penance for the lives his creations had taken. Tony had just wanted to do the right thing, in the end, and he was willing to die for it in a heartbeat. (Stephen saw much of himself in Tony, though as time passed, it didn’t hurt so much anymore.)

And die for that cause, he would. Many times. An unfathomable number of demises for the sake of saving the world. For love. 

There wasn’t a single outcome where Tony was given his legitimate happy ending, and it hurt so much, tearing Stephen up inside in a way that he hadn’t expected.

He was pulled from his visions before he could complete his venture through the fourteenth million, six hundred and sixth possibility. Chaotic, and bloody, and still so close, yet, not for Tony. Never for Tony. And as the other man had come to Stephen as he hyperventilated and grieved and fought the unbearable urge to cry, he knew what had to be done. 

It was easy to give his life for Tony the first time. He would do it again in a heartbeat, he decided.

His chance came five years later. 

Everything was going according to plan. The Battle of Earth had waged fiercely on the scorched land, amidst the rubble of the once proud Avengers compound. The scales were still capable of tipping one way or the other as heroes from all corners of the galaxy played keepaway with the stones, before it had finally wound up between Thanos and Tony. Right there, at their feet, as blows were traded and blood was spilled. And there was Stephen, on the sidelines, unable to do anything as his heart ached for his dear friend - and oh, how he tried not to think about how such a companionship was actually one-sided. It wouldn’t change his mind, but the stirrings of insecurity were frustrating. Would Tony be more or less angry if he knew how close they had become in every timeline but that one? Would he feel any better about what Stephen was going to do?

Probably not. Because Tony loved as easily as he did.

It didn’t take hardly any prompting for other sorcerers to come to Stephen’s aid, forcing back the wall of water that threatened to end their forces as easily as the army around them. They were capable mages, certainly able to keep everyone safe as the struggle was ended once and for all.

He was vaguely aware of Wong calling his name as he sprinted across the field, the Cloak carrying him the rest of the way when it looked like time might be running out. It wasn’t happy about its master’s decision, but it, too, felt the urge to protect. 

When Stephen scooped up the gauntlet, he was sure he felt his fingers brush Tony’s. 

When he slipped it on, he could barely see both comrade and adversary regard him with wide, wild eyes as the pain became blinding. 

And when Stephen snapped his fingers, even the misery of his damaged nerves couldn’t compare to the sheer torture of being ripped apart, molecule by molecule. 

Or the desperate fear and anger burning in Tony Stark’s gaze.

“Hey, Merlin! Strange! Damn it, you bastard, come on!”

The world filtered in through a fog. A haze had settled over Stephen’s gaze, painting the world in muted colors, everything out of focus. His mouth was dry, his throat on fire. He couldn’t feel the right half of his body, but he could still smell it burning, almost tasting it as he tried to draw weak, choked breaths through his mouth. For a moment, it was impossible to remember what time he was in, reality meaning nothing when he had lived and died and done it all over again. He thought, briefly, about going back under, losing himself to the ebb and flow of his loop because surely it wasn’t a winning timeline he had found. He hurt so much that he didn’t hurt at all, his body shutting down around him. 

“Don’t you dare. Wake back up.”

That voice…

Tony…

For all of the futures that Stephen had seen, never had Tony managed to outlive him. Much to Stephen’s chagrin, Tony had never allowed it. Self-sacrificial bastard. The resulting petulant glee in knowing that he might actually die before Tony Stark was entirely unjustified and completely morbid. 

His gaze, though still unfocused and half dark, finally settled on familiar features. Roughened. Aged. Tony had carried the entire world on his shoulders, even in the blessed peace of retirement for the past five years, it would seem. And the growing panic mounting in his features only made it worse. Brown eyes were brimming with it, gaze shifting almost manically as he took in Stephen’s weathered body. His hands were a little too rough, as if trying to keep the sorcerer pieced together, like he might otherwise fall apart. Stephen didn’t realize until then that he was being held. 

“Hang in there, alright? I can fix this. I can help you. You’ve just gotta stay awake.” So like Tony; he’d do anything he could to make things right. Stephen just hoped that he wouldn’t blame himself for too long. “Hey, look at me!” 

Stephen’s eyelids lifted. He hadn't even realized he had closed them. Wong came into view in the corner of his vision. Stephen couldn’t make out his expression, but his posture was tense. He caught a glimpse of Peter, crouching next to Tony with a somber expression. The dirt of his cheeks, still round with youth, was streaked, like he had been crying. Funny, considering Stephen didn’t think they had grown close enough to warrant Peter’s tears. The kid must have been exhausted. Stephen knew that he certainly was.

“Why would you do that?” Stephen almost thought it was his memory providing those words, rather than Tony repeating them to him after so long. The same hollow desperation in his voice. Barely controlled as everything finally caught up with him. Stephen wasn’t sure which of them was fighting harder to breathe, his own coming in pathetic wheezes, while he felt Tony’s muscles quiver against him as he fought not to hyperventilate. “Nuh uh, not yet.” A tingling of his nerves as Tony squeezed him. Not pain, but a sensation enough to keep him grounded for a moment longer. “You gotta answer me first. You owe me that much.” A pause. “Strange.” Another. “Stephen.”

Stephen realized something then as his body grew too weak to even function - his heart too tired to beat, his lungs too weary to try and draw air. It was, likely, the first time that Tony would remember calling him by name. 

It was alright. 

Even with the pain of too many memories and too many lifetimes, Stephen could feel content with all of the other times it had happened. The tiny bits of good intermingling with the bad. The quiet moments with Wong. The tender moments with Peter. The camaraderie with Tony. He would take those memories with him. 

“So full of love. Sweetest little thing.

“Just be careful, baby; that kinda love just might do you in one day.”

And it was fine.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #waking up disoriented #can't pass out #fandom #marvel #doctorstrange #avengers #ironman #fic #character death #anxiety attack #out of the multiverse /// ooc #spellwork /// muns work #i realized i was in over my head about halfway through this one #but then i was like #in for a penny in for a pound #i had already committed to the setup from hell #i wrote this bitch at like 4 am #its so messy

[mystifiicd]

Birthday: November 18th, 1980 ( is currently 38 due to being snapped / blipped ). Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ( to vacationing parents Eugene and Beverly ); raised on their Aurora, Nebraska farm.

Parents: Eugene Strange ( passed away during the five year gap ) and Beverly Strange ( died during Stephen’s life as a surgeon ).

Siblings: Donna Strange ( died when they were kids due to a faulty frozen lake where they were playing at ) and Victor Strange ( died from a car crash during Stephen’s life while in medical school ).

Kids: Peter Parker / 616 | 199999 ( adopted, a ‘somewhat’ forgotten memory, will remember in time ), America Chavez ( technically adopted until she finds her moms again ).

Status: Single.

Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual. Leans more towards women.

Past Loves / Relationships: Christine Palmer, Christine Palmer ( 838 ).

Height: 6′2.

Hair color: Dark brown with patches of silver gray due to genetics.

Hair type: Curly

Eye color: Stormy Blue.

Physical impairment: Hands. ( scars and constant pain to remind him of the accident ). Suffers from low blood sugar due to using magic, needs to eat a bunch of food in a swirling vortex, mostly pizzas to get enough energy through the day.

Mental impairment: Died 1000 times during his fight with Dormammu. Lived and died through 14,000 scenarios with the characters on Titan before finding a way to defeat Thanos, much to his dismay of having to have Tony Stark die and himself be dusted for five years. Has become somewhat nihilistic. 

Soul impairment: Small various ruin tattoos of Chthon located on his body, invisible to the naked eye ( from using the dark hold to help save his adopted daughter, causes him constant pain ).

Nationality: American.

Occupation: Doctor ( M.D. and Ph. D, thanks to his photographic memory ), Master of the Mystic Arts.

College: Columbia State University.

Current residence: New York Sanctum.

MBTI: INFJ

Chinese Zodiac: Monkey ( Metal ).

Western Zodiac: Scorpio.

#[ Mr. Doctor? It's Strange. Who am I to judge? HEADCANON ] #about;; #long post: tw #ds 2 spoilers;; #dsitmom spoilers;; #random hcs but important;; #food: tw

[ironstrangeao3]

And anger at living and scorn of Fate

by GoldenMoon_42

Stephen thought that arranged marriages were a thing of the past. A tradition that the Strange family believed to be archaic, but apparently the Strange family were being hypocrites. Apparently now he was engaged to the Stark Heir.

Words: 1201, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of IronStrange Week 2022

Fandoms: Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Beverly Strange, Eugene Strange, Christine Palmer

Relationships: Stephen Strange & Beverly Strange, Stephen Strange & Eugene Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Past Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange - Relationship

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Asshole Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, IronStrange Week 2022, CEO Stephen Strange, CEO in training, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Stephen Strange, Out of character Tony Stark

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40498461

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[brunchable]

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"Look at you all grown up. It's so lovely to have you here darling. How's your mother?"

The 13-year-old girl shrugged, her cheeks cupped in between her grandmother's palms, "Annoying but she's doing well."

Her grandmother smiled as she admired the carbon copy of her daughter when she was a child, "The similarity between you is so uncanny."

The young girl scowled at the older woman's comment, making her grandma laugh, "So where will I be sleeping?"

"Your Mother's old room. I've cleaned it but I left everything back to where it is—she doesn't like it when people touch her things."

"Huh." Sasha chuckled. How ironic. She thought.

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"Make yourself feel at home. I'll call you down when dinner’s ready." Her grandmother smiled and shuts the door. Sasha plops her bags on the floor and allowed herself to fall backwards on her mother's old bed.

This is going to be one boring summer. She sighed and rolled to her side, now facing a white wooden study desk with books neatly stacked on the side. Her eyes pan towards the shelving above, the stem of the A5 books had 365 written on it—all pastel colored. Journals.

She got up abruply and swiped what she assumed was the first volume of her mother's diaries. The front had a warning—which was written in her mother's hand writing—it said: Private! DO NOT READ!

"Pft. What are you going to do Mom? Ground me?" She chuckled and proceeded to open the journal.

June 13 1999

I finally persuaded Mom and Dad that I will be studying art in college however, they won't be paying for it since they don't consider it as a real career—It’s ironic since they love going to art museums? It just doesn't make sense! But whatever, I got a job at the local florist anyway. Either I'll save money or I would have to work hard on creating art and get a scholarship.

It's also been a week since the new neighbors moved in, a family of five, they call themselves Strange—no literally, that's their names. Eugene and Beverly, the parents and then there's Stephen, Donna and Victor. Donna's very lovely and the same age as me, we instantly clicked when we met, we share the same interest and aspirations—maybe we could even go to college together.

Her older brother Stephen though, he's kind of intimidating, the third time Donna invited me for dinner. . . he kept staring at me—or maybe I'm just imagining it. According to Dad, he looks like trouble and though Dad thinks his parents are nice people, he's already given me a warning to steer clear from him. . . but we don't even talk. . .so. . . Yeah. . . But I won't judge a book by its cover. . . Okay, maybe I think he's a little, very attractive—but there's nothing wrong with admiring right?

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[patwrites]

Character: Sophia Strange

"Face": Daisy Edger-Jones

Full Name: Sophia Donna Strange

Fic: A Better World [MCU]

Species: Human-Faltine Hybrid

Birthdate: March 15, 2018

Birth Stats: 7lbs 15oz, 22 in., 6:47pm

Age: 22 (as of 2040)

Height: 5′7″

Post-Snap Status: Unsnapped

Birthplace: Manhattan, New York City, New York

Current Residence: Manhattan, New York

Occupation: Intern at the Baxter Foundation [MRD]

Religion: pantheist

Politics: undefined (left-leaning centrism)

Sexuality: pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Family: Eugene Strange (paternal grandfather), Beverly Strange (paternal grandmother), Orini (maternal grandfather), Umar (maternal grandmother), Dormammu (maternal great-uncle), Donna Strange (paternal aunt), Vincent Strange (paternal uncle), Stephen Strange, Sr. (father), Clea Strange (mother), Stephen Strange, Jr. (older brother)

Sofia Donna Strange was born to Doctor Stephen Strange, Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme, and his wife Clea, Sorceress Supreme in the Dark Dimension, on March 15, 2018. Born just after a quarter to seven on the Ides of March, her birth was the high point of what was otherwise a fell day: the Mad Titan Thanos slaughtered most of the Avengers and their allies. She has one older brother, popularly called Junior, who is 30 months her senior. Like her brother, she is prophesied to play a major role in the final defeat of her paternal uncle, Dormammu.

Growing up, Sofia and her mother were very close and would soon prove the more enamored of the two siblings when it come to the family’s supernatural exploits. She also, as she proudly flaunted in high school, was very intelligent. Graduating summa cum laude on May 17, 2036, Sophia got into Yale where she studied history. She graduated from Yale on May 22, 2040, and promptly returned to the Sanctum Sanctorum to hone her magic. By now, her magical abilities spent years trying to assert themselves; Sophia was very adamant about making her own way and not using her powers to cheat in school. Sophia currently juggles magical studies alongside an internship with Baxter Foundation’s Multiverse Research Division. After having the Multiverse confirmed for her, she changed the ‘f’ in her name to a ‘ph’ in order to distinguish herself.

#{pat's writings}

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Stephen Strange HAND related head canons:

I’ve held these since seeing the first Doctor Strange movie.

Stephen always had talented hands, including a mastery of video games that quickly made his friends give up playing against him until he agreed to use his left hand instead of his dominant hand. His keenly competitive nature meant he still won at least three out of four times.

But those same talented hands showed a genius in his youth to rival the future genius of his surgeon’s hands. 

Beverly Strange was proud of the family heirloom, upright piano that graced the front sitting room of the family farmhouse. It was one of the few things she brought to the marriage from the home of her birth. She played well enough herself, and in lean times, supplemented the family income by giving beginner lessons to the children of local town families. And she gave Stephen his initial lessons--quickly delighting in how he took to it like a duckling to water.

Stephen seemed to have a natural ear, and aided by his eidetic memory, he easily mastered all the pieces she taught him and all sheet music she owned. The first Christmas after she had taught him to play, Beverly ensured that among the meager gifts he’d find under the tree, was a binder full of the simplest of Beethoven’s works. His father, Eugene, perpetually frowned upon Beverly’s indulgence of their son’s impractical hobby--but allowed it so long as it didn’t detract from his farm work and schoolwork. 

As the oldest of three children, Stephen bore the heaviest burden of farm chores, but he did his best to carve out at least a little time every day to practice. Eventually, the school’s Music Teacher noticed his amazing acumen, and did whatever she could to feed his enthusiasm and talent. Between Beverly and his kindly teacher, Stephen found the time and resources needed to continue his progression on the piano.

However, once Stephen discovered a passion for the study of human biology and began to imagine a future as a doctor, he came to the first future-altering juncture of his young life. He had reached the point in his musical studies that he could potentially make a career of it. Even the lofty position of concert pianist was not out of his reach. But he could only dedicate his prodigious mind and dextrous hands to one path if he were to succeed--so that his passion for medicine won out. He never regretted that choice either. Although as soon as he could comfortably afford it, he finally got his own baby grand so that in his downtime he could tickle the ivories whenever the whim came upon him.

@doctorstrangeaskblog​

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[guidevewor]

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Stephen's mother Beverly died near the end of his residency, and work became more and more impersonal for the bereaved surgeon. Stephen earned his medical degree in record time and entered a five-year residency at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, where his rapid success made him arrogant. The experience left him with a sense of personal failure that eroded his medical idealism. After a frantic search, Stephen found her already drowned. Later, while home on vacation for his nineteenth birthday, Strange was swimming with Donna when she suffered a cramp. Strange entered New York College as a pre-med student directly out of high school. At age fifteen, he briefly dated a young woman named Laura Robson. At age eleven, Strange aided an injured Donna, an experience which ultimately fostered an interest in medicine. A year or two after this torment began, Stephen's brother, Victor, was born. Ultimately Strange was rescued by Mordo's master, the Ancient One, mystic protector of the Earth-realm as the then-current Sorcerer Supreme. Knowing that Strange was destined to become the next Sorcerer Supreme, a resentful apprentice sorcerer, Karl Mordo, beset the child with demons from the age of eight through to adulthood, as he was jealous that a kid would be better than him. In 1932, Stephen's sister Donna was born at the family's Nebraska farm. Stephen Strange was born to Eugene and Beverly Strange in November 1930 while the couple was vacationing in Philadelphia. For a complete history see Stephen Strange's Expanded History Early Life History This is an abridged version of Stephen Strange's history.

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