Dance With Me Tonight?
Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Reader
All I have to say is that Strange Supreme deserved better. So here it is.
"Okay Tony," you mumbled to your best friend. "Better now then never."
"You sure about this kid?” the billionare asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and staring intently into your eyes. "Any Strange is a handful.”
"I'm sure,” you confirmed stubbornly. "This one's more than worth it."
"Then go forth and get your man, my child,” Tony smirked, gently knocking his knuckles on your chin. “They grow up so fast,” he added as he wiped way an imaginary tear before heading out onto the stage.
You tried to calm yourself as Tony pulled up the song you intended to sing to your sorcerer.
You'd met the imprisoned enchanter four years ago almost to the day after a mishap with your inter-dimensional tech. Due to your universal origins, you knew all about the Stephen Strange of the What If…? storyline. Naturally empathetic to his circumstances, you had willingly befriended the suffering man, and persuaded him to join you in the reality you now called home. A large influencer of that decision was that you had somewhat fallen in love with the broken Sorcerer Supreme; but fully understanding and respectful of his devotion to Christine.
But… tonight ... you needed to at least subtly let him know he was loved.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Tony's boistrous announcement snapped you out of your reverie. "We've got a special guest for you tonight. I'm gonna call my friend Y/N up here to sing to a special someone. Y/N! Let's go, darling.”
With a grin and twirl, you grabbed the mic and began to sing.
Stephen had been moodily sipping his martini when he heard Stark’s announcement ring through the common room of Avenger Tower. Whipping his head around from the bar to the stage, he watched heartbroken as you began to sing the song that always made you dance.
When you had fallen into his crystal bubble, he had begun to wonder is he had finally gone mad. You were lively, wise cracking, and a kindly traveller that had never judged him, accepted him wholly, but never took any of his shit and gave a good as you got. When you had fought for his place in your world, he had fallen and fallen hard. But he had vowed that he would never allow another to get close to him , just so that destiny would be satisfied . So he kept you at arms length, but longed for you just the same. It killed him to see you glow as you sang to the one who held your heart.
“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you can I tell you baby,
Lookin’ round there's a whole lot of pretty gentry.
But none like you, you shine so bright!
Yeah!”
You sang as you scanned the room for the dark wizard. Finally spotting him nursing a martini at the bar you began to plot your way through the crowd to him.
"I was wonderin’ if you and me could spend a minute,
Up close, on the floor gettin lost in it,
I won’t give up without a fight!"
You could vividly remember the first time Stephen had walked in on you singing and dancing to the song. You had been making your morning coffee, and had turned on the music while you waited for the elixir of life to brew. Strange had wandered in during the chorus and had watched until the end of the song as you made a fool of yourself and had the audacity to say you had a nice voice!
"Oo oo! Ooo baby!
I just want you to dance with me tonight!"
Stephen loved nothing more then to hear you sing; love songs were his favorite, because then he could pretend you meant the words for him. He watched, chest aching horribly as you jumped down from the stage and began to move through the crowd, still singing.
How he longed to be the one you were singing to, but why such a divine being would love a hellish creature like him, he couldn’t say. As you moved closer and closer he tried to deduce who the lucky bastard could be, but as far as he knew, you had never come in contact with any of the men here, except for the Avengers.
So which of them could it be? Stark was taken, and you both were more like Fred and George Weasley, anyway. It couldn't be Barton, he was married with kids. Banner, perhaps? It might be Thor but you were a surprisingly quiet individual, considering the company you kept. It might be Loki, Thor had brought his wayward brother to Earth for, essentially, community service. The two were scary similar in personality and habits, so it would make sense... but the Trickster was at the other side of the room. Who the hell could it be?!
"Gettin’ sweaty,
Hot and heavy
In the crowd now!
Take your hands and let them go down down!”
You looked heavenly in your emerald green button down and black vest, you'd never been interested in the normal dress code. You'd always enjoyed shocking everyone with your clothing choices. Tonight, you stood out amongst the sparkling gowns and black tuxedos in the most unique and beautiful way possible. You... oh Vishanti. You were making your way to him.
You watched as finally Stephen figured out that you were singing to him, his whole posture and expression changed from confused to downright shocked.
“Took you long enough, you handsome dummy," you thought as you continued.
"I just want you to dance with me tonight!"
Finally standing in front of him as you finished the song.
Everyone cheered, but you ignored them in favor of staring into Stephens eyes.
"Me?" he finally asked faintly.
“You," you agreed softly.
Tears filled the sorcerers’ eyes as be shakily reached for the one who commanded his heart.
You willingly walked into his arms and held him close as he wept silently into your shoulder. Holding him as tightly as you dared, gently combing your fingers through the soft, dark hair of your beloved as he finally let go of the past and embraced the future.
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Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a special treat for tonight. I'm gonna call my friend Olly up here to sing to you ladies.
My name is Olly, nice to meet you can I tell you, baby. Look around there's a whole lot of pretty ladies. But not like you, you shine so bright, yeah!
I was wondering if you and me could spend a minute. On the floor up and close getting lost in it. I won't give up without a fight.
I just wanna, oh baby. I just want you to dance with me tonight. So come on, oh baby. I just want you to dance with me tonight.
We're getting sweaty, hot and heavy in the crowd now. Loosen up and let you hands go down, down.
Go with it girl, yeah just close your eyes, yeah. I feel the music moving through your body. Looking at you I can tell you want me. Don't stop keep moving till the morning light, yeah.
When I saw you there. Sitting all alone in the dark. Acting like you didn't have a care. I knew right then, you'd be mine…
We'd be dancing the whole damn night, like.
Oh baby, I just want you to dance with me tonight….
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dance with me tonight
by happytimelouis
TRIGGER WARNING: this fic contains graphic content involving the orginal characters made for louis’ family. it mentions abuse, alcohol, suicide, homophobia. along with that there is a tragic event involving a house fire where
Louis loses everything, and with time, therapy, and a curly headed dance instructor, he might just find himself again.
Words: 3907, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Original Tomlinson Character(s)
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: No Smut, Fluff, Ballet Dancer Harry Styles, Dancer Harry Styles, Student Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, Hurt Louis Tomlinson, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Louis Tomlinson Has PTSD, family trauma, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Suicide, not by harry or louis, Louis’ father is abusive, Family Member Death, Implied Murder, Comforting Harry Styles, Healing, Falling In Love, louis plays piano, Harry sings, They Dance Together, Slow Burn, Harry Styles is Protective of Louis Tomlinson, harry is louis’ safe place, louis finds healing through music and dance, they fall in love along the way, theyre just fluffly cute babies and
via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/13PcfDG
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