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spitefulverse · 11 months

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Unprofessional / Miguel O’Hara

Summary: You notice Miguel treats you better than others, it’s all hints, he can't take it anymore and uses you over your very own desk.

Warnings: Smut, cussing, bad Spanish, size kink, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink kinda, short fic. NOT PROOFREAD 2k words, All spanish phrases are translated, pet names are not, they are pink, they can mean many things, up for interpretation.

There he was, the man, the myth the legend, standing way too confidently in the circle, doing god knows what with that way too advanced tech, one hand resting on his hip as his face contorted in focus, cheeks defined and eyebrows furrowed. His red stare suddenly landing on you, one brow quirking as his lip curved into a small smirk. Fuck, the sense..tingle, thing. Too many different names for it now.

He trudged over to you, not feeling the slightest bit threatened as you tried to scurry away, his pace staying the same, catching up with you anyway. "Y/n" He placed both of his hands on his waist, his usual stance, his crimson gaze sauntering over your frame, making you feel so much smaller than you actually are, but fuck, he was huge. You stopped in you tracks, sighing.

"o'hara" You nodded, trying to not acknowledge how tight his suit was, like who seriously decided spidermen would wear spandex.

"Hm, i need to see you later, could i just come by or are you busy at all? No estás ocupada, ¿verdad, guapa?" (t:You aren't busy, are you pretty?) He considered you high up in his ranks of workers, you had your very own office, a door and everything, you were one of the ones he would occasionally entrust with his tasks while he did important things. Sometimes, you thought there was a chance you were special to him, but you never let that thought get out of hand

"Well, I'm helping someone at one, so you can come before or after" You stated, breathing in and straightening your back, trying to keep composure under his deathly intimidating gaze.

"How about two then?" He asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest, leaning onto one leg and looking over your figure subtly. "could you-" you started.

"Cool, thanks cariño" He cut you off, web slinging back onto the circle and instantly getting back to work, not one for procrastination, you huffed in light annoyance and walked to your office like an ordinary citizen, swearing his eyes were on you again.

At two on the dot, a knock sounded on your door, luckily just as you finished up with the task at hand, you sat up, tidying up your desk a little as you responded "Come in!"

The familiar man stepped in, ducking under the door before shutting it behind him and glancing around as he wandered over to you. Never a minute late, you thought.

"O'hara" You greeted and he nodded, that stern face of his the same as usual, pupils seeming a little larger as he looked at the seat opposite you before looking at you. His eyes flicked between the two before he decided on standing, looking down at you, seeming an even more unfair height difference as you sat, looking up at him with accidental doe eyes.

"So, i needed to get updated reports on earth 616, and a few more, also, i need you to fill in the graphs for the earth 138, i saw a bunch of mistakes when Hobie did it..Es un idiota, no puedo… honestamente no puedo…" (t: He is such an idiot, i cannot- i honestly cannot..) He explained, his tone serious, as usual, his look worse, his eyes boring holes into you, except when he mumbled about Hobie, his focus shifting.

"Couldn't have sent that in an email?" You asked and he rolled his eyes "Unless you need something else" You stood up, gently striding over to your own printer with confidence, brushing your shoulder against his side. A month or tow ago, you begged him for your own printer, sick of sharing, weirdly, he complied. He argued 'it will speed things up, you do most of the work around here anyway, they all just print off spider memes' but again, you hoped you were just special to him.

You bent down lightly to grab the paper that printed, not knowing how crazy you were sending him, he cleared his throat "Like what?"

"Just wanna spend time with your fav coworker" You teased, glancing over your shoulder, smirking playfully, he shook his head and looked away from you, leaning on your desk "Thats funny, Angelito"

"Ah don't lie, Mig'..you enjoy spending time with me" You walked back over, heels clicking gently, you placed the papers on the desk, leaning on it beside him.

"Do I? Yeah?" He Snickered, tone sarcastic, you smiled, knowing deep down, he did. "Ah, you know you wish you could hide out in here" You shrugged and he turned just slightly, tilting his head so he could see you, your gaze facing forward.

"Hm? really?"

"Yeah, i mean no one bothers me, i can do whatever, i could get away with murder, especially with the way you treat me"

"Hows that Princesa?" He squinted, licking his lips, you found yourself growing nervous under his gaze again, facing him. "Don't lie Miguel, You treat me different"

"So what? Say i do give you the special treatment, pretty, what does that mean?" He asks, the nickname making the air feel thick, lifting a large hand to brush under your jaw, his scarlet stare almost burning as he lifted your head with just his forefinger.

"You tell me.." You mumbled, barely above a whisper and he glanced at the door once before mumbling "mierda" and smashing his lips to yours, his soft lips moving perfectly against your own, like the connection that had you had both needed, an exasperated sigh escaped you into the kiss, your hand pressing against his muscular chest, nails digging into his suit slightly as he hummed, his other hand sliding to the curve of your ass.

He squeezed the plush of it before lifting you onto your desk, his other hand keeping you as close as possible until you pulled back, breathless, he looked at you, his ruby orbs scanning over your frame as you looked at him in slight shock. He reached his hand to your shirt and quickly unbuttoned the material, flinging it off your shoulders, his tan, rough hands gently cascading over your shoulders.

He leaned down to gently kiss over your skin, lips brushing over the skin of your shoulder, teeth touching at your bra strap before he sucked at the skin of your collarbone, a whine falling out of you. His scarred hands sliding to your back to undo your bra, it popping off with ease as he carefully removed it from your body like you were artwork. He licked a stripe over the skin he had just abused, blowing cool air onto the mark, making you shiver, whimpering lightly at the feeling. He moved back to admire you "Dios, tan caliente.." He bit down on his bottom lip, looking up to meet your view. Your cheeks felt hot as you looked at him, his hair falling over his face messily, eyes half lidded, lips plumper than usual.

"Wanna take you here, right here princesa" He grinned slightly and you nodded eagerly, leaning to pepper kisses along his jaw as he clicked at his watch. His head tilted back ever so slightly in pleasure, giving you more access to his neck, gently sucking and biting at it, hoping to leave a mark as easy as he did. With a click or two his suit grew loose and he hummed in pleasure, leaning back from your mouth "I'll get carried away, muñeca"

You nodded, smiling shyly, helping him pull down his suit, making sure to brush your fingertips over the skin of his arms, abs and legs, noticing the goosebumps that appeared on his tan skin. Fuck he was toned, like everywhere. He stood in just black boxers and you couldn't help yourself, fingers tracing his abs. He chuckled in amusement "Mm, while that feels good baby, we can't waste time" he took your hands in his, kissing both before placing them at your sides.

You were about to pull down your skirt but he was quick to stop you "Ah!-ah, keep it on, it's barely a skirt anyway" He teased, standing in front of you, veined hands gliding over your thighs, pushing your skirt up and smirking "fuck, cariño, when you bent over, it was so hard not to slam you against the printer right then and there" His words sent a shiver down your spine and you smirked.

"I was hoping it'd have that effect" You kissed his jaw and he tutted, gripping at the plush of your thighs "So unprofessional" His large hand slid between your legs, pushing your thighs apart "Gonna get you ready for me, yeah?" He reassured and you nodded eagerly, biting down on your lip as you felt his thumb rub a gentle circle into your inner thigh before pushing your small panties to the side.

"Fuck" He cursed under his breath, his middle finger sliding down your slit "so fucking wet, perdóname" (t:forgive me). He circled your clit with his thumb, applying pressure to the sensitive nub before pushing his thick finger into you, you gasped quietly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. He watched you with deep eyes, finger pushing in an out of you, curling to meet your g spot in heavenly ecstasy, before adding another the second he felt you were ready. "mierda..can't take it baby, bend over" he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your slick on your thigh.

Instantly, you did as told, bending over your desk, arching your back slightly so you were on show for him, he groaned at the sight and pushed your skirt over the plump of your ass, tugging your panties down to your thighs. You could hear him sorting out his boxers and the anticipation built up more and more with every second, you found yourself wriggling against the desk, squeezing your thighs together. "Such a pretty sight baby, you that desperate huh? want y cock that bad?"

"mhm" You whined, clenching around nothing eyes screwed shut in desperation, he moaned softly at the sight and nodded. "yeah?"

"yes! Miguel, please!" You whined and he snickered, his hand smoothing over your ass, the other helping line his cock up with your hole "Good girl" He commented, pushing his tip into you before grunting "This tight cunt gonna fit me baby?"

"yes..miggy, yes please, promise it will" You mumbled, words barely coherent, grinding against him, he chuckled, pushing into you, the pressure new, never being filled so deep, a high pitched moan left you as his hips met your ass, his hand soothingly rubbing your waist "That's it, good girl, take me so well..tan hermoso" He spoke, sounding kind but choked, as if he himself was struggling to hold back. After a moment, he began to move, his hips snapping back to meet yours with every thrust, filling you each time, one hand slid under you, pressing at your lower stomach with enough pressure to angle you more, his thrusts hitting your g-spot perfectly.

He seriously knew how to please a woman, his other hand rubbed at your clit, his body meeting yours at a quick but powerful pace, squelching noises filling the room as you both grew hot and sweaty, not once had a man ever made you feel so good and no one would ever top this. "santa mierda" He groaned, if you could see him, his eyes are shut, mouth agape, moaning out in pleasure, head back, neck exposed.

"Mig- I'm..I'm close" You panted out, gripping at your desk as your stomach tightened, the feeling so familiar yet new. He nodded "Same, princesa, coño..Cum, cum on my cock baby" He pumped into you a few last times, his finger rubbing roughly at your overstimulated clit, making you gush all over him, moaning out. He groaned in reaction, bucking his hips once or twice as he came into you, filling you with his cum. Both of you were breathless, he pulled out after a minute and finally sat in that chair that was offered a while ago.

You looked to him before collapsing onto his lap, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist, panting and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. "Fuck..Miguel your amazing" You choked out, looking up to kiss him with a sheepish smile.

"I know, you feel fucking amazing baby" He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead "keep that cum in there, s'hot" He mumbled, looking between your eyes and lips, like he couldn't decide. You nodded and he hummed "Your beautiful, mi corazón..I have to get back to work, but come see me when i'm finished hm?" He asked and you nodded, both of you rushing to get ready and clean up, trying to act normal.

As he stepped out the door he turned to you "No me hagas esperar, I'll see you at seven, y/n" He winked, leaving. (T: Don't keep me waiting)

Im honestly sorry this was rushed, could this maybe be a two parter? not a clue.

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #astv #spitefulversefics

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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AN ANGEL READING ; PICK A PILE. GO SLOW!

PILE 1 ~ 'LOOK BEYOND'

If you picked this pile, you have to go with source on this one. Your path isn't linear, and neither are you. Protection is granted whichever path you choose to walk. Gifts will start to show itself more soon for people who picked this one. These gifts could be known but you've kept them hidden, or they are starting to grow and you can feel and see them much better. Boldness is a theme for this group because it helps you shine bright like a light bulb, you'll stick out like a green thumb and the soul mates and partnerships connected to your life path/ hearts desires will become a growing opportunity. Work on this, and by the spring/summer months you'll see a noticeable difference in your income and your way of life as a whole.

Themes: Bunnies, River banks, Walks at the park, Cool outfits, Divine ephiphanies.

Numbers: 333, 211, 316, 411, 414, 666, 999

PILE 2 - PAST LIFE MEETING

If you picked this pile, you'll be having a soul mate connection of a life time. This isn't no ordinary love, this person has known you from many different worlds besides this one. It's an opening of the heart for this group. It's asking you to take a leap of faith as there is a sense of newness coming around the corner with this partner. Enjoy the experience with bonding with a soul just as deep as you. There is nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of. Bliss is an ethereal feeling that makes the high feel worthwhile. This is a strong partnership ready to overgo intense feelings of the path they've chosen in order to grow on a deeper soul level.

Themes : Lovers, Channeler, Divine Timing, Peace of Mind, Glory, Special Occasions, Romantic

Numbers: 444, 212, 222, 333, 555, 999

PILE 3 - EMPTY CLIPS

Going outside and getting some fresh air. Bonding with nature and the tides. Exploring the open zones in your area. There's so much to see if you look around. Traveler. Take that train or that bus, where will you go next? Seek for more. The journey is in the pineal gland (third eye), you have to want this. You have to focus and just go for it. Be bold and be righteous. In times of traveling, you will have protection around your aura. Mystical experiences could be noted during this time as the veil is insightly thin right now.

Taking a trip can help cut off old ends and dying partnerships will seize to exist in the next few months. You have to go within and just go with the flow my love. Take the chance, it'll be worth it in the end.

Themes : Adventure, Travel, Oceans, Beaches, 'Narley dude', Making a move, Going slow, Captivating energy.

Numbers: 616, 555, 777, 888, 909

PILE 4 - 'UNWANTED ENERGY, STAYING STILL

If you picked this pile, it is necessary for you to lay low for a while. Your vibration is a little more sensitive than usual. If you picked this group you could possibly be an empath. Also take note that you should consider doing any energy cleanses as needed for your energy to get a boost. Just stay out of drama, gossip and focus on journaling any emotions that make you feel stagnant, sad, depressed, angry, etc. Working on your shadow and inner needs will be substantial for your growth in the later years. So being more secretive on this type of work will be the best choice. You could be a light for other people and could be called into the spotlight for healing. Sensual energy is in your aura waiting to be fully tapped in. You are gracious, please remember. Venus energy is surrounding your being. Look at the stars, and look back at yourself. Remember you are your worst enemy at times, but you can always be better than today.

Themes: 'Shhh, I heard she's got problems', gossip, hear say, crying out loud, making space for yourself and for others, being insane.'

Numbers: 808, 222, 111, 777, 711, 303, 313

#pick a pile #pick a character #angel reading #channeler #intuitive #tarot reading #oracle #oracles #witch #mystic

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singsweetmelodies · 3 months

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Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 - The Final Round-Up

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After three months of build-up and two weeks of spectacular fic reveals, the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 has finally drawn to its close 💙 Today, it is my honour and pleasure to share with you the results of all of our efforts: an astounding 478 616 words written over the course of twenty-eight brand-new Piarles fics. 🎉

We want to start by saying a MASSIVE thank you to all our incredible creators. You are all so wonderful and so so talented - it has been a delight and a privilege to spend the last few months with you. To laugh with you and to create with you and to share the Piarles joy with you. You are all phenomenal, and we feel so lucky that you chose to spend this time with us. ❤️

I also want to take this opportunity to say a personal thank you to my amazing mod team: @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean. Moderating this exchange with you has been a slightly crazy rollercoaster ride, but I couldn't have asked for better people by my side throughout it. Thank you all, for everything!!

Below the cut we have the final round-up of all our 2023/24 Piarles Winter Fic Exchange gift fics. You are in for a real treat - enjoy!!! And don't forget to show the authors some love in the form of kudos, comments, bookmarks and tumblr reblogs 💘

Thank you all so much again.

Love and kisses,

Katie, Briony, Tia, Sol, Logan & River ❤️💙

you and me were raised in the same part of town by @wolfiemcwolferson | rated M | 11.6k words | tumblr post here

A story of two best friends told through the years in the setting of Charles' childhood treehouse.

damage, destruction by @pinkierre | rated T | 6.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly doesn’t win the 2016 GP2 title, and thus he stays in the category for another year with Prema. He’s joined for the 2017 F2 season by his long time best friend and fresh GP3 champion Charles Leclerc. What starts as a dream come true, quickly turns into a nightmare. Fast forward 8 years later and they’re teammates again. At Ferrari F1 team. However this time, they hate each other. How will they cope?

Chasing What’s on the Other Side by @espithewarlock | rated E | 15.8k words | tumblr post here

A Mafia AU where Pierre is immediately obsessed with Charles, the newly-introduced romantic partner of his biggest rival, Carlos. He begins dangerously pursuing Charles, they fall into bed together, and his obsession only gets more real the more he learns about Charles’ history. Meanwhile, Pierre is also trying to keep his business running and figure out exactly what his rivals are plotting. There’s something simmering, and he does not like having a target on his back.

model behaviour by @your-littlesecret | rated T | 8k words

Charles isn't sure what he should be doing here - he is not proud to admit he completely zoned out as Camille was explaining - but the gorgeous guy is just standing there and Charles says fuck it and walks to him, extending a hand. "Hi" "Hello. I am Pierre." His smile is almost blinding and Charles feels like he's never seen someone as beautiful in his whole life - which is very fitting, considering he is a model.

change my mind by @chaesonghwas | rated M | 31.8k words | tumblr post here

When Lance drags him to a Drama Club meeting, Pierre doesn't expect to stay for long, but he meets Charles, brother to one of his fraternity's new pledges, and he decide to give it a chance. After all, Charles seems interested in him too - what could go wrong?

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You by @crimsonicarus | rated T | 2k words

It was easy with Charles, talking, spending time, being silent. It felt natural, like breathing. Laughing at his awful jokes came from his mouth effortlessly, like another mother tongue.

five january seconds by @fenesacha | rated E | 8.9k words

Charles' phone is on the counter between them, and Pierre reaches out to tap the screen, waking the device up. He spares one second to look at Charles’ new background, a photo of the two of them in their Christmas jumpers, before he glances at the date. There, not changing no matter how many times he blinks: Tuesday, 2 January. What the fuck.

falling Inn love (five years later) by @gaslybottoms | rated T | 17.5k words

“American style holiday inn,” Lando reads from the description, squinting at the small font on the screen. “Family owned and run for the last three generations, the All Pine Inn is located deep in the heart of the South Downs, with picturesque views over the rolling hills of the local area. A step back from city life, the local village is a peaceful respite away from the busy day to day. See Charles, it seems perfect." OR Charles takes a trip to the country for the Christmas holidays, and rekindles an old almost romance along the way.

All The Pebbles Along The Way by @shankyspork | rated M | 17k words

Centering around friendship and grief, this fic takes the slow road through life and its meaningful moments, hoping to bring you to the conclusion that belonging is something innate.

all I ever wanted by @golden-fairylights | Not Rated | 8.4k words

When Charles received the email that Prince Pierre would attend his vernissage, he didn't know that by the end of the night, he would have found his soulmate.

Anything you can do, I can do better by @whatdidwejustdo | rated T | 2k words

In which Pierre and Charles are insufferably competitive mechanics for rival F1 teams (Red Bull vs Ferrari) and their friends (Carlos, Alex, and Yuki) suffer. Endless snark, friendship, and references to decades of F1 lore. Or: "Well.” Pierre’s eyes were sharp and blue. "Have you ever re-assembled Max Verstappen's car in twenty minutes when it was supposed to take forty, and watched him put together a hot lap in the dying seconds of Q2 to make it into Q3 and take pole?"

let's be what we are by @hourcat | rated E | 46.1k words | tumblr post here

Some weekends go better than others, and the only time Charles sees his best friend is at the post-race afterparties that the bigger teams throw. They’ll clink bottles of gross tasting beer and chat with one of the other drivers relegated off to the side this season, and it feels like they’re the karting kids again. Some weekends, though, Pierre is draped along Charles’ back, all but welded together after an early spin-out ended his day, and Pierre will give him what he needs—what they need. (or: pierre, charles, and the consequences of a lifetime of touch.)

Can I just be in my head with you? by @chipsandnuggets | rated T | 7k words

"Pierrot,” he mumbles without thinking, while he separates for a moment from Pierre, but still keeps some closeness. “Can I have you? At least in my head? Can I have you like this, every time I want, in my head?” 5 times Pierre and Charles desire something plus one they finally do something about it.

Le Cheval Cabré by @moonlight0starlighte | rated G | 24.3k words

Charles, a tortured Michelin star chef, returns home for his father’s passing and discovers the family restaurant has been left to him. Though his grief feels stifling at times, Pierre, his oldest friend, is the light that guides him through it all.

Job 37:6 by @mysticalbreadcollective | rated E | 8.3k words

Maybe he can pass it off as a drunken hookup. A one-time thing. They can both forget it ever happened and move on. Pierre doesn’t need to remember Charles whining and panting beneath him. He can bury it down with the piece of his heart that Charles owns always.

take my hand (put yours over my heart) by @duquesademiel | rated T | 37.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly has been declared Public Enemy Number One after breaking Charles’ best friend’s heart. Which, honestly, makes working in their charity work together just a little bit too awkward. A Christmas box, a lot of charity work, football matches and flower crowns might change Pierre’s status in Charles’ books - with a little dash of fake dating, of course.

hearts in the byline by @ilspredestinato | rated M | 25.6k words | tumblr post here

“You know,” Frédéric’s hands are crossed in front of him, fingertips tightening after every pause, “there is only one thing that brings stability to a Kingdom without it being a marriage.” Charles draws in a sharp breath—he knows, nodding almost imperceptibly once Frédéric falls into a hesitant silence. A courtship.

The Defenders by @justahappycloud | rated G | 30k words | tumblr post here

You showed me colours I can't see with anyone else by @radiocheck | rated E | 9.5k words | tumblr post here

Metropolis, a city for all kinds of people: good people, bad people, and people with special abilities. Pierre, alias Blue Arrow, considers himself a special person. With the ability to fly like a bird and bend the toughest of materials at his will, he has decided to use these gifts to protect the city he loves. But what happens when a new threat arises that could destroy everything he'd ever loved? To prevent this, Pierre joins a group of other three heroes and an unlikely ally so that they can maybe, hopefully, save Metropolis from the claws of this new powerful villain.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, you know,” Pierre muses. “You were always so… defensive.” Charles smiles thoughtfully. There are small dimples in his cheeks and his hair falls softly over his forehead as he glances down at the table before replying. “It was never that. I think I was afraid I would like you too much, if I let myself.” In which Pierre falls for his roommate's best friend, Lando is never where he's supposed to be, and Charles is a dream in technicolour.

show me who made you walk all the way here by @yukierres | rated M | 36.5k words | tumblr post here

Pierre is being blackmailed by a former lover into coming out, but risks losing his seat at Ferrari if he does. Charles is a prince who is forbidden from coming out until he has a long-term partner. The solution seems so obvious. Pretending shouldn't be that hard, right? Right?

still waking every morning (but it's not with you) by @river-ocean | rated T | 6.5k words

Charles loves being an actor. It’s what he has always felt was born to do. But he hates that it means that he has to spend so many days of the year away from the people he loves the most. He hates that even though he technically lives with his boyfriend, he is still in a de facto long-distance relationship most of the time.

anything, everything by @leclercenjoyer | rated E | 5.8k words | tumblr post here

Pierre and Charles go on a ski trip together, and things don't exactly go as planned. (Or do they?)

They Will Never Know by @effervescentdragon | rated M | 35.3k words | tumblr post here

Most stories are about blood. This story is not an exception. Charles disappeared. As for Pierre, well. Pierre had a very big secret.

Point Non Plus by @boxboxbrioche | rated E | 22.7k words | tumblr post here

brought to Point Non Plus idiom, commonly used in the Regency era 1. to be brought to a situation with no other options. 2. to baffle or confuse someone to the point that they have nothing to say. or: with his reputation in ruins and his options limited, Charles receives an offer from Lord Pierre Gasly that he simply cannot refuse.

like a heart made of dynamite by @vicsy | rated E | 31k words

Maybe all these years they were coming towards each other like a car crash in slow motion. Charles just had to wait for the brakes to fail.

and i long for you to appear by @singsweetmelodies / 17.5k | rated T | tumblr post here

When now-famous actor Pierre Gasly gets himself into a bit of PR trouble, it's up to his childhood best friend to step in and save the day. Thankfully, Charles is an expert public relations manager... the only question is if he'll be able to stop his feelings getting in the way when he finally sees Pierre again after all these years.

hold me in this wild, wild world by @fenesacha & @gaslybottoms | rated T | 2k words

Cross-country skiing isn't Pierre's forte. While he managed to stay upright during their earlier outing, it's done little to shake off his aversion to the sport that Charles seems to love so much - or, rather, his aversion to winter as a whole.

#piarles winter fic exchange 2023/24 #piarles winter fic exchange #pwfe 2023/24 #piarles fic #10 x 16 #❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you SO much for another amazing winter fic exchange!!!!#see you all next year? 👀❤️

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sciderman · 6 months

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Hi Sci! Have you read the newest Deadpool comic issue and if yes, what's your opinion on it?

you... kind of have to be more specific here, @somewhereinasgard my beloved... the latest deadpool issue i've read is deadpool: badder blood #5, which came out like, this week i think. it's cute. i like this series, but not because it's well-written (in fact, i have no idea what is going on, but that's just the way with comics these days i think), just because it's stupid and has all my boys in it.

there's also something about rob liefeld's art that calms me. soothes me. heals me. reminds me of simpler times.

this is ridiculouse. what the hell is that. liefeld wyd. i don't care. don't stop. keep doing this. whatever this is.

if you mean the latest deadpool issue proper, which i guess is deadpool #8 from like, a few months ago... yeah i read that too. i've been keeping up with deadpool (which is more than i can say for spider-man), and i guess i think it's fine but i feel very little about it. i feel very little about 616 deadpool at the moment. i feel like he's kind of being wasted. i wish someone would do something interesting with him. i feel so bored every time i read anything about him. (which i guess is preferable to how i feel whenever i read anything about spider-man - where i feel pretty mad.)

(have you seen this?? have you fucking seen this????????)

peter. turn off your fucking batman voice you pathetic little worm of a man. i want to flush you down the fucking toilet.

anyway i hate comics.

#sci talks comics #sighs. sighs.#at least whatever liefeld is doing is stupid fun. it's dumb but okay.#put wade and nate and peter in an issue together and have them punch things and i guess i am happy.#it really doesn't need to be that complicated. i do not think i am that difficult to please.

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Two

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies.

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Chapter Two - Far From Home

The very second you stepped into your reality, there were about two dozen rifles pointed at your face.

You can't even blame them, after all, this kind of security became necessary after your actions. All you did was raise your hands to head height, and face a disappointed Charles Xavier that was walking in your direction.

"Just when you're so close to reaching your freedom again, Miss L/N." He said while nodding for the guards to lower their weapons. You sighed.

"I can explain."

"And it better be a great justification, Y/N. The council is not at all happy about your absence." He retorts making you frown slightly.

"How long was I gone?"

"Long enough to end up in the cells you helped us develop."

"Damn it." You grumble annoyed. "It was only a few hours for me, and I swear it wasn't me who-"

Charles held up his hand to interrupt you, a small smile forming. "Save it for the council, child. Things have gotten weirder since you went AWOL. And that's not a good thing for you."

Great fucking timing.

Charles and the guards led the way to the base of the Illuminati - The organization responsible for managing Space-Time on your world, which emerged a few months after your universe mysteriously began to collapse (or not so much, because the instability was emerging from you, and your unrestrained rewriting of destinies to keep your dead wife and fake daughters by your side) and five years after emergence, is still functioning with a lot of work to do. - The walk was long and silent, Charles looked nervous and distant, he spoke no more than vague greetings, and you had the impression that he got inside your head a few times. You didn't even try to resist, figuring that if he saw the truth, it would be better for your judgment.

As you expected, the guards took you straight to one of the holding cells. Risk assessment, they called it. An iron collar to restrain your powers around your neck, an anklet to track your presence even in another universe, and handcuffs for precaution.

You rolled your eyes at the last one. They always double-checked when it came to you.

"Long time no see, Miss L/N." Shuri greeted as soon as she entered the room, eyes on the electronic tablet and not yourself.

"Did you miss me, doc?" You retorted with a certain irony, making her smile.

"Of course I did, you're always an entertainment." She retorted and you gave a short laugh, looking down at your own lap again. "Let's see, unauthorized interdimensional travel to the 616 universe..."

"Travel is a strong word. I was practically kidnapped." You informed and she hummed in understanding, not seeming to believe much. You sighed in frustration, realizing that you would have to save your story for the trial.

"Your magic exchange levels are sky-high, Miss L/N. What have you been doing over there?"

You frowned slightly. You didn't even use magic while you were there.

"I didn't do anything." You said seriously, but Shuri crossed her arms, an insistent look on her face. "I swear! I stayed in a hut, hiding. Just eating and..." Clearing your throat softly, you looked away. "I didn't use magic other than a concealment spell. Word of honor."

Shuri squinted her eyes at you, but sighed after a moment, turning her attention back to the computers that were analyzing you.

"Well, Miss L/N, something has stimulated your magic there. Look at this graph. Your cells are screaming, it's like fireworks. Maybe it is the portal you went through. Either way, it won't look good for your judgment. You're not allowed to use magic in case you forgot it."

With a huff, you look away. "I didn't do anything, you know. Some sorcerer took me there and now I'm here being accused unfairly."

"Unfairness is a strong word for your case, don't you think, Y/N?" Shuri comments and you feel your face heat up with shame. You glare throughout the remainder of the evaluation and refuse to try to justify yourself to her again.

When you are finally released to see the Council, you leave the cell scratching the collar around your neck.

There is a main council of the Illuminatti, but you are a Sorcerer, so your trial is attended by the Council of Mages of this universe. Therefore, you are not surprised that the chairs are mostly occupied by mages, witches, and magical beings and not by the members of the main council, such as Reed Richards or Black Bolt.

"How thoughtful of you to return to your universe, Miss L/N." Ironized Master Kaecillius as soon as you stopped in the center of the room, the council chairs spread out in a circle around you. You clenched your jaw, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"Well, you were starting to miss me so I had to come right back." Is your impolite response - ignoring Charles' warning look - and smiling at the way Kae clenches her fists.

"Insolent child!" He grumbles as he moves to take his seat. The professor nods to avoid further discussion, and all the members are silent as he begins to read the standard introduction for starting a session.

"[...] it has been established as a penalty after the crimes on Westview with the reality manipulation and destiny alteration that nearly extinguished this universe entirely, that in addition to immediate banishment from the Avengers team, Miss Y/N L/N Maximoff would be forbidden to use magic and would live according to sessions 6, 21 and 44 of the Interdimensional Accords, which describe the prohibition of travel between universes without prior authorization or emergency reason." Charles quoted all the requirements of his trial, an electronic chart with the sentences appearing next to him as soon as he concluded. "We have identified that on September 27, Miss left this universe at 7:30 a.m. and did not return for eighteen days. What do you have to say about this accusation, miss?”

"Unfounded, professor." You retort generating a reaction of incredulous exclamations from half the council. Charles straightens up in his chair.

"Do you deny the journey?"

"I deny the intent." You retort. "I was working, and more importantly, obeying our agreement. An interdimensional rift appeared in the middle of my office and I was teleported inside."

A few council members began to whisper among themselves, and before Charles could comment, Kaecillius stood up.

"The instability of Stephen Strange's spell has already been notified to this council. Your action that day should have been to retreat from the opening and come directly to us. There was an intention to leave this reality."

It was your turn to let out an indignant exclamation. "And what guarantees that the spell wasn't going to pull me back? You can't blame me for investigating something of this seriousness! On trial or not, I'm still a Sorceress!"

Kaecillius laughed wryly, some members shared his reaction. "That's really a joke. Do you want to convince us that you went for a walk in another reality because you were worried about the safety of the universe? After all, you've done?"

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you looked away. Charles cleared his throat.

"Master Kaecillius, please." He asked, and against pleasure, the other man sat down. Charles sighed, massaging his forehead with his fingers. "Y/N, Stephen Strange's fractured spell has been reported in about one hundred and twelve universes. Only a few variants were reported in reality 616 and the situation was brought under control."

"I know, I was the one who did the containment spell!" You exclaim surprising the council. With an annoyed sigh, you lower your voice. "As soon as I arrived, I saw the cracks. And despite what this council expects of me, I still try to keep things from getting worse. I used a containment spell to prevent more travelers from arriving in that universe."

The buzzing came back among the members. Charles flashed you some short proud smile since that was clearly going to count for some points in your favor, and you wanted to laugh at the way Master Kaecillius rolled his eyes in his seat.

"This council seems to be impressed by small actions, but should I remind you of the reasons why Miss L/N finds herself in this court today?" To your surprise, it was not Kaecillius, but Mordo, who was usually quite neutral in situations. You swallowed dryly as you saw him stand. "It's not the first time the rules have been of little importance to her."

You bit your tongue at seeing so many members agreeing. Kaecillius looked very pleased with himself.

"Deliberately entered a reality and used a high-risk spell, disobeying her parole. You did not return to your home universe even upon finishing the spell, staying away from our monitoring by choice." He accused and you looked down at your own feet. "I believe it is valid to question what you have been doing during this time that this Council has had no information of your location."

You swallowed dryly, without answering. Your silence increased the tension in the room.

"Y/N, please." Charles asked and you felt your eyes fill with tears. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the emotion away and answered:

"I searched for Wanda."

The council exploded in incredulous, disappointed exclamations. Charles himself sighed, straightening back into his chair. Mordo crossed his hands in front of his body, and Kaecillius laughed from his own chair.

"I'm telling you! She didn't regret anything!" Accused the sorcerer getting up. "You're trying to break another universe for your dead wife!"

The handcuffs and necklace made a loud noise as they exploded on your wrists, eyes, and hands glowing gold. Half of the council members stood, but Charles' expression made you sigh and control your magic.

The iron guards approached you again, guns armed in your direction.

"You never change, do you, Y/N?" Kaecillius taunted one last time, and you shuddered, feeling the tears return. Charles cleared his throat.

"Let's postpone this session. The council needs to review this new information. In the meantime, Miss L/N remains in contention."

Knowing that Charles was actually trying to make things easier, you didn't complain. You followed the guards back to your cell and stayed there without protest.

Almost three hours later and you still had no answer, and you were growing impatient by the second. Your first meal had been brought to you by Mordo, and that didn't improve your mood one bit.

"It was good to know you weren't dead, Y/N." He commented as soon as you slipped the tray of food through the opening of the cell. You offered him a humorless laugh.

"As if." You retorted. "Half the problems of this council would be solved if I didn't exist."

Mordo chuckled, shaking his head as he watched you unlock the cuffs and start eating. The guards outside exchanged hesitant glances, and he nodded that it was okay.

"You know I never agreed with your forging." He commented next, and you grumbled low, more interested in the food.

"Really, Mordo? No, I didn't know. I guess you should have said it for the hundredth time because ninety-nine times was too little to stick in my brain." You mocked earning a chuckle from the other, who was enchanting a chair to sit in front of the cell.

"Do you know why?" he questioned, and you grimaced, shrugging.

"My age?" You tried before taking a bite of the fries. Mordo sighed thoughtfully.

"That was also a factor, I think." He said. "Young people are usually very reckless, I wouldn't have recommended someone who didn't have at least five decades of a magical experience for a responsibility like the one you've been given."

You hum kind of disinterested. Mordo clears his throat.

"When the forging date approached, your name was part of one of the suggestions, Miss L/N." He declares surprising you.

"Really? What did they say about me, best barrier spells?" You joke managing a smile.

"High cognition indices and most importantly, caring inclination." He retorted. You raised an eyebrow. "Master Agamotto suggested you. He said that you were talented, and more importantly, that you had your heart in the right place. And that there was nothing more important than that for a Guardian."

You swallowed dryly, pushing the pain of thinking about your former mentor away. "And you disagreed with him?"

Mordo gave you a sad smile, looking away.

"I witnessed your training at the Kamar Taj, Miss L/N. I disagreed with Agamotto's vision towards this. You were irresponsible and disobedient. I lost count of how many times I saw you run away from training or using the quickest solutions that bordered on what we considered correct in your spells." He comments. "And I was also around when you joined the Avengers and began a relationship with Miss Maximoff. You changed, Y/N. She was your priority, not your oath to protect natural law. The intense love you felt for her became your most negative trait."

You grimaced, shifting your gaze to your own lap. "How can love be a bad thing, Mordo?"

"When it becomes selfish." He says. "And you, Y/N, have become the most selfish person I have ever met. Everything was about Wanda. Do you remember that you didn't even want to join the fight against the mad titan? She was the one who insisted that you couldn't turn your back on your friends. You wanted to run away."

You pushed your tray away gently, wiggling one of your knees. "I just didn't want her to get hurt, Mordo. It's not a crime to want the safety of the one you love."

"Of course not." He agrees with a nod. "It's just a trait a Guardian shouldn't have."

"Well, I wouldn't want to be a Guardian either!" You retort and he sighs, nodding.

"I know, Y/N. But we can't change what's already been done." He says. "Agamotto let his affection for you influence his decision. There were other ways to heal you, but a master concerned for the safety of his closest apprentice acted in desperation. Your forging was precipitated and accidental, but it cannot be undone. You will be the Guardian of the Order as long as you live, and that needs to be important to you."

You sigh. "I'm not even allowed to use magic, Mordo."

He clears his throat, looking hesitant. "For the moment, no. But your judgment may be in your favor if a new oath is taken." You frown in confusion, but Mordo swallows dryly and seems to decide to be sincere. "When we explained to you about your magic, and about your position, you remember what you were taught about chaos magic, right?"

You sigh impatiently. "Unfortunately, yes."

Mordo smiles short. "Y/N, I know it's a sensitive subject, talking about her, but, all the masters expected Wanda to become the Scarlet Witch." He counters, and you mutter in understanding, vaguely remembering the day you woke up with your powers. "From the way, you two were close, with your marriage... it made sense that eventually, her forging would happen."

"But she died before that." You complete with bitterness in your stomach. "Yeah, Mordo, I remember."

He offers you a sad sigh. "A guardian of the Order needs a scarlet witch, Y/N. It's the natural order of things. If one exists without the other, things get out of balance." Mordo continues to make you frown. "Do you think this council treats you like this for no reason? Your mere existence without a counterpart messes up this world. Every time you use magic, you open a rift in the cosmos. You need your witch."

You bite your tongue when your immediate reaction is to say that you met her on earth 616. You don't trust Mordo one bit. Clearing your throat, you ask, "Why are you telling me these things?"

"The masters are deciding about you." He says. "A guardian should not exist without their witch, it is unnatural. And you keep disobeying. They could decide the worst if you don't swear to balance things out."

You widen your eyes, getting up defensively. "You came all this way just to say they're going to kill me!"

Mordo holds up his hands for you to calm down. "Y/N, please." he asks between teeth, signaling for you to keep your tone of voice like his. "We have different morals than the rest of the members, you know that. There are sentences where the Masters disagree with the heroes. This is one of those. To the physical world, the execution of a warrior may seem the best alternative, but to us, it would be a disgraceful offense. You have made mistakes, but you are in all terms, the guardian of the multiverse. It would be an immeasurable crime if any of the masters were to assist in your execution. Even Kaecillius knows this."

"Oh, please, he would love to hold the axe!" You accuse, walking around nervously. "I can't believe I came all the way back here for all of you to decide to kill me."

"Take the oath, Y/N." He suggests seriously, making you look at him again. "Repeat your vows to the cosmos."

You let out a short laugh. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Mordo? The first law is the complete surrender of my spirit to Oshtur. And the gods are all fucking bastards."

"Blasphemy." He grumbled in horror, but you shook your head in disbelief.

"This isn't even the rule that worries me the most!" You continued. "The third commandment, remember? The guardian will do anything to protect the multiverse, and that includes facing the high priestess of chaos. Imagine this, Mordo. A vast multiverse with versions of my wife who felt over Chthon's dominion, and a damned oath forcing me to kill one by one, and preventing me from facing the damned chaos god in the midterm." You remind him by approaching the railing. "You're right about me being selfish, Mordo. Because I'd rather face the wrath of the gods than stand against any version of my woman, and screw this whole multiverse in the process."

Mordo took a step back, incredulous and disappointed, but you didn't hesitate. "When your sentence comes, remember that I offered you a second chance."

"Fuck you and your sordid second chance, master."

He shakes his head one last time and turns away from you. You kick your lunch tray against the cell wall.

–//–

She will never come back to you, she doesn't belong here.

She shouldn't even remember you, a broken version of the woman she lost.

Poor Wanda, all alone.

The voices were louder at night because Wanda was sleeping and there was a vulnerability. Still, she could push them away with a little concentration.

In the early days, it was easier. She could still remember the warmth of your skin, the feel of your lips on hers, or the sound of your laughter. Most importantly, she could remember the sound of your voice, telling her that you would come back for her.

But as she went back to her studies, the memories she had of you began to poison her mind. Your whispers were replaced by harsh voices, quoting truths to break her fantasies, until the little calendar she used to count the days was completely forgotten on the wall.

Spy if you don't believe us. She's not coming back. Ever.

Wanda gasped softly this time. She was growing powerful every day, in an almost unrelenting way. It would be frightening if the voices didn't say that this is exactly how it has to be, this is what she was made for.

Your children need you, and you get attached to someone who doesn't even remember you exist. Come on, Wanda, take a peek.

When did it get so hard to push the voices away?

She controlled her breathing again while she was floating on air. She heard a giggle in her head.

Fine. I'll do it myself. Open your eyes.

Wanda blinked and was no longer in her hut studying, but in a living room. She looked around in confusion, but her body froze when she saw you.

You were wearing casual clothes, and you had a bucket of popcorn in your hands. You smiled, and Wanda felt her chest heat up, her eyes filled with tears.

"Y/N..." She started but fell silent when someone walked by her side.

"Wow, careful with the popcorn, honey, we don't want to make a mess." You warned when the little girl who grabbed your ankle. Without difficulty, you held the bucket with one hand and took the child on your lap. "Now, where has your sister gone?"

With that, a little girl came running from the stairs, wearing a Captain America hat.

"Mommy I went to get my helmet!" She explained coming down all the steps until she joined you, and the other little girl. Wanda shuddered as you approached, but you walked straight past her to sit on the couch.

"Come on the parade has already started." You said sitting them down on the couch, each on your own side.

"Is mommy going to be there too?" The smallest little girl asked, and you slipped an arm over her shoulder.

"Yes, honey, all the avengers fallen in battle appear at the memorial." You explained. "And then comes the tributes and then the games. When you were older, I'll take you to participate."

"How much older?" The other girl asked and you laughed lightly.

"Humm... when you're about this heigh." You said raising your arm high and making them laugh.

I told you.

You warned the voice in Wanda's head again, and she felt her face wet.

She looked for her family. You should look for yours.

–//–

You fell asleep after twelve hours.

By this point, you knew that your execution was all but confirmed, especially since dinner was particularly tasty. Shuri showed up too, for a so-called standard check-up - which you were sure was just a monitoring grading on your pre-execution skills, so that the council would know exactly how to handle your magic and be able to effectively complete your sentence - and then you were left alone again.

As the hours turned into days, you began to despair. The promise of death didn't exactly put anyone at ease after all.

"They're trying to break you." You nearly fell out of bed in fright when Jean Grey's voice sounded outside the cell. Getting up quickly, you approached the edge to speak to her.

"I can't believe they called you. Low blow." You remarked, but Jean only giggled, approaching the lock and not caring about the robotic guards clearly unhappy with her actions, she unlocked it and entered the cell. You hugged her immediately, and she reciprocated, tightening her arms around your waist for a moment.

"Natasha sends her regards too, Y/N." She commented as soon as she let go of you. "The council didn't authorize her visit."

"I figured they would only let someone who could contain me." You retort and she sighs in agreement. "How are things?"

"Complicated as usual." Jean returns with a chuckle that makes you smile. "You know how it is. We're never completely at peace."

You sigh, nodding. "I'd like to help."

"You have bigger problems." She says nudging your shoulder so you can sit next to her on her bed. "What I said before, you know it's true, don't you? Charles is stalling the council, delaying a decision as long as possible. He's asked the heroes to testify on your behalf. Mordo thinks the time here will make you accept the oath."

You laugh incredulously, running a hand over your face. "That's the sickest thing they've ever done, I swear to god. I would never accept it, Jean. Never."

"I know."

"How can they...wait what?"

Jean smiles. "Y/N, Wanda had been my roommate for years at the institute. We had our differences, but we managed to be friends in the end. I was at your wedding, I saw in your eyes as you said your vows that you meant it. She was your universe. You would never accept to hurt her, any version of her." Jean recalls, moving her hand to yours. "When we lost her, and you did what you did, those who were close to you were the only ones who really understood. It was a very unfair and abrupt loss. It would have left anyone traumatized."

"There is no justification for what I did, Jean."

"But there is, Y/N." She insists sadly. "I think me, as your friend, and the Avengers too failed to show that you were not alone. Everyone was really shaken up, but Wanda was everything to you. And when you lost her, nobody was there to tell you that there was still hope. Anyone with your power would have lost control."

You sniffled softly, looking away. "I'm not looking for forgiveness for that, Jean. It's over, there's no fixing it. Everything I could do to lessen my mistakes, from building this place to giving up my magic, I've done it. I guess all that's left now is for me to accept my sentence."

Jean denies it with her head. "Wanda died for you, Y/N. And she didn't do it for you to throw it all away."

You give a tearful laugh, running your hands through your hair. "I'm so tired." You confess with emotion. "It feels like there's this wave going over me. I can never get up, it keeps me just over the edge. Always in agony as if I'm going to drown at any moment, and I think...I think I just need to dive in once."

"Wanda wouldn't want this…”

"Wanda's not here!" You cut in an angry exclamation, getting up. Jean sighs, and you stand back to wipe away your tears. You take a deep breath, and after a moment, you say, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She says with a sad smile. "Do you know they made a statue of her? On the battlefield, next to Tony's."

You sniffle, looking back at her. "It sounds honorable, and over the top. She would have loved it."

Jean gives a short laugh. "Yeah, she would have." She agrees, making you smile. There is a moment of silence between you, before Jean sighs and says, "You can't die, Y/N. It's not right."

You swallow dryly, looking away to the floor. "Jean, I've done so many wrong things." You say. "Ever since I got this power, I've only used it irresponsibly and selfishly. All that pain I caused, the risk everyone was at. All of you would be dead if Wanda didn't stop me, and sacrificed herself. Again. I just... it's disrespectful to her not to think of the greater good."

Jean stood up, placing her hands on your shoulders. "Ever since you became guardian, you've been tiptoeing, apologizing for existing. It's not a fair life, Y/N. Wanda knew this, I know this, and so do you. Yet she sacrificed everything for you to be here today, and you want to throw it all away because some old people are saying you need to ask permission to be here?" she comments with a certain irony. "You're the fucking guardian of the multiverse. They're the ones who should be judged by you."

You give her a small smile, shaking your head. "Am I talking to Jean or the Phoenix?"

She laughs short. "We are the same, and thanks to you, I know my place. You always told me not to fear my power, didn't you? Not to let Charles, or anyone, take advantage of it. I listened to you, and now I think you should do the same."

"I don't want to lose control again, Jean." You confess sadly. "It wouldn't be fair to anyone."

"Then look for the one person who kept you in control of your powers." She suggests squeezing your shoulders a little. "You have to find your scarlet witch."

"But she doesn't belong in this universe..."

"And neither do you. Nor to this one, nor to any." Jean argues with a small smile. "The guardian and the ruler of the Multiverse, Y/N. You don't belong anywhere but to each other."

You give Jean a tearful smile, hugging her tightly afterward. "So cheesy." You murmur against her red hair, making her laugh.

"I'll miss you, troublemaker." She says as she squeezes.

"I'll miss you too, Jean." You say before letting go. "What are you going to tell the others?"

"That you went home." She replies making you smile.

As soon as you left Jean, and the alarm that your cell was empty sounded around the entire facility, you started running.

Traveling in the Multiverse was top magic, forbidden in the tiniest instances of basically every place you knew. So the only name that popped into your mind of someone who didn't give a damn about Illuminati laws was Agatha Harkness.

The last you knew of her was a few years ago, seen in a fight with a Scottish demon before Illuminati personnel came after her and she disappeared. It was your best lead, so you used your magic to hide and go investigate.

You were somewhere in the north of the UK, trying to get a hot dog without paying and alerting the vendor when something tore reality in front of you. The next second, a girl fell out of the hole and on top of you, and the confusion was such that the vendor was screaming and calling the police and you grumbled loudly.

"This is getting tiring." You ironized over the crack closing up. The girl looked around startled, seeing the movement, and prepared to run. You grabbed her by the arm. "Not so fast." You said, but seeing that the police guards had an electronic bulletin board with your picture on it, you swallowed dryly. "Actually, run." You told her nodding your head to the next alley and the girl wasted no time in following your cue, both of you turning at high speed.

You lost the guards many minutes later, between one alley and another when you used illusionary magic to make them see your figures running to the opposite side.

Gasping for breath, you one your hands on your stomach and looked at the child in front of you.

"Good job." You complimented getting a breathless chuckle. "Now if you don't mind, who are you?"

"You're a witch." She ignores your question, in an impressive and weary statement.

"No, I'm a sorceress."

"What's the difference?"

"Witches are much cooler." You comment with a chuckle. You tilt your head to look beyond the alley and check if you have really lost sight of the guards. "Let's get out of here, they can track my magic signature."

"Wow, really? How?"

"I taught them." You mutter, turning around and patting her shoulder to guide the direction. "I'm Y/N, by the way. If you don't have a name, we can make one up for you. Quick feet or cool jacket sounds good."

The girl chuckled, shaking her head. "My name is America Chavez."

You hum, looking out at the busy street. "Well, Chavez you just tore reality apart in a place that hates that short of magic and has serious problems with extreme security. But luckily you fell on the person who created half the surveillance items." You snicker a little, causing her to look at you curiously. "Let's go around town on the sidewalk, stay close okay?"

You guided the girl for about fifteen minutes, figuring that the biggest problem you could get into was angry guards.

Nothing prepared you for an interdimensional monster emerging from the culvert.

"What the fuck?" you exclaimed as the creature exploded halfway down the sidewalk a few feet away, causing an immediate commotion. The city alarm immediately rang and people started running and pushing.

"Okay, quick story, I've been running from monsters like this for at least two weeks, or days, time is relative. Do you think you can help me?" America speaks quickly next to you, and you widen your eyes as the creature starts grabbing at nearby vehicles, seeming to be furious that it is being surrounded by the nearest policeman.

You didn't quite believe it, until the monster scanned the place and set its eyes on America, letting out a frightening howl as it did so.

"Okay, I guess that's goodbye to staying stealthy." You sneer and only have time to push America away from the car that is thrown in your direction.

One of the guards recognizes you in the middle of the commotion, and whistles. "It's Y/N L/N! She brought the monster here!"

You let out an incredulous grumble. "Unbelievable." You say pulling America by the hand so you two can run away.

The monster gets angrier at the departure, and you listen to the mess escalate. But you don't stop running until you and America have found a dead end.

"Okay, focus." You say to yourself, raising your hands in the air. "Come on, you can do this Y/N. A portal to save your life."

"What are you doing?" America questioned impatiently, looking back and listening to the creature approach.

"I'm trying to make a teleportation portal, but I'm terrible at those so give me a minute."

"It's not me you need to ask for a time-out!" She shouts pointing back. An exclamation of desperation escapes her mouth as she sees the creature at the entrance to the alley, looking furious and with blood on its tentacles that is sure to be from the guards who are nowhere to be found.

"Shit, shit, shit." You grumble, fingers glowing with golden magic but too unstable to form anything.

A tentacle moves forward and destroys the wall beside you. Your immediate reaction is to cast a spell to protect America from the rubble, but you barely have time to conjure the protection - a blue portal appears behind her and the girl grabs your wrist, pulling you in with her.

You stumble inside, and the portal closes. America has her hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

"You curse a lot around children, and you're a very bad sorceress." She accuses but you are looking in shock at your surroundings.

"Where...?" You start breathlessly, incredulous at what you are seeing. It's definitely not the UK, you have doubts it's Earth.

"I think that's why they are looking for me." America continues as she sees your expression. "I can travel through the multiverse."

You look at her incredulously and then burst into laughter. America crosses her arms.

"Not a fucking chance." You retort wiping away tears of laughter.

"I'm serious."

"Bullshit."

She sighs angrily, making a pout. You roll your eyes. "America, there is not the slightest possibility that you could travel through the multiverse. The amount of energy that would require or magical knowledge and- OH MY GOD IS THAT A TIGER?" You cut yourself off half a sentence with an impressed shout when your gaze meets a bus at the end of the street. The most fascinating thing is the tiger in a suit coming down.

It is obvious that is the end of rush hour, in a few seconds the public transport is emptying out, and not humans, but various animals dressed as real people get off.

America gives an impressed giggle. "Wow, I've never been in a place like this."

"How the hell did you get us into Zootopia?" You question shrinking behind the teenage girl who didn't seem the least bit scared. America chuckled again.

"Like I said, I can travel through the multiverse." She repeated and you would have said again that it was absurd, if literally a fucking zebra hadn't stopped the walk and looked you both up and down.

"Excuse me for asking, but what kind of animal are you?" Zebra asked, and you let out a startled scream, startling them. America gestured in apology, but the animal rushed off.

"My god, I've gone crazy. That's it, that monster must have hit my head, and I finally lost my mind and-"

"Y/N!" America shook you, snapping her fingers in front of your face. "Just breathe, okay? The first trip is always hard."

"It's not my first trip." You retort still in shock, looking around at the animals passing you, all clearly quite curious about the two humans on the sidewalk. "Maybe that's it, I lost my sanity leaving Earth 616 and this is all a mad fantasy. I just need to meditate and get out of it, calm and focus." You began to grumble, putting your hands under your eyes and repeating that you were dreaming.

America let out an impatient grunt, but before she could say anything, she noticed a few yards behind you a group of sheep whispering to a lion guard - who didn't look happy - and pointing in the direction.

"Okay, if you don't want to revive Lion King now, you better start walking." She warns poking you in the ribs and you let out a confused grumble, but as soon as you look back and see two lions dressed as policemen you stumble.

"Okay, this is insanity." You say grabbing America's hand. "Do your trick, please."

"Now do you believe me?"

"I'll believe anything if you get me out of a Disney movie."

America laughs, shaking her head, and you feel the portal open behind you. This time as you walk through, you recognize that you are somewhere in London because of the red buses.

The gratitude turns into a grumble as you feel a wave of nausea and bend your body to put your hands on your knees.

"Hey, take a deep breath. Travel is always hard." Comments the girl patting you on the back. "You just have to remember to keep your mouth closed and breathe through your nose."

You hum in understanding, but it takes a good few minutes to settle your stomach. Chavez has led you into an alley, and you lean on the wall as you wait.

"Thanks for saving us from the lions." You comment half-heartedly. She smiles.

"Thanks for saving me from the guards on your world."

"Well, you did save us from the ugly beast so I guess by the score, I owe you one." You retort good-naturedly, looking around. "Well, America Chavez, I'm starving. Can I buy you a hamburger and you tell me exactly about this interdimensional teleportation thing you have?"

"If you promise not to freak out again."

"I'll only make promises after I'm sure the waiter doesn't have tails." You retort making her laugh.

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Fortunately, Chavez has taken you to a definitely human universe. And with delicious hamburgers that you can buy with magic drachmas, which was perhaps not such a good sign.

She had just briefly explained about her powers and was chewing after one huge bite while you absorbed it all.

"America, this is insane." You stated then, looking at her seriously. "Are you feeling all right? I was serious about the amount of energy for something like this. Dimensional travel is an impressive thing to pull off, in theory, it should blow your body to pieces. And you're here, telling me you did it for the first time when you were a little kid."

"Look, I don't know how I can do it, I just know I can." She retorted, half-heartedly at the concern you showed in your voice. "It started when I was little and so far, the only problem is that I haven't been able to get back."

"What do you mean?"

"I can only go forward. In the universes I go, you know? I can't go back to the one I came from, and that really sucks, because all I want is to go home." She declares upset, turning her gaze back to her food. You swallow dryly.

"I understand the feeling." You murmur offering a small smile as she looks at you.

"I'm sorry for taking you out of your universe." She says and you make a confused face, then laugh, realizing that she understood that you were talking about your earth.

"Oh, don't worry about that old place." You assure her with a smile. "Home is hardly a place, America. It's about people. And well, before you found me, I was going after a witch of questionable morals to ask if she knew of any way for me to teleport to another universe. It was almost as if fate had brought you to me."

"Actually it was a seven-headed monster." She joked, making you laugh too.

"Well, in any case, you're here. " You say. "And well, if you want to help me, we can make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"Well, despite your first impression, I'm not a bad sorceress. I'm pretty good actually. It's just the teleportation spells that are difficult because I have trouble imagining and focusing in the places I have to go." You explain. "But I can help you train your powers and you help me get to Earth 616."

"I have no idea what that earth looks like, Y/N." She says half unsure, but you give her an assuring smile.

"Hey, don't worry, we'll do it in your own time, okay?" You assure her. "You're doing me a huge favor, and I'm happy to help you with the teleportation. Let's try one universe at a time, and who knows, maybe one day we'll get where we want to go."

"What about the monsters?"

You let out a soft exclamation. "Well, excuse me, but I happen to be an excellent warrior."

"I've only seen you run around and freak out over a zebra so far." She recalls getting an exclamation of false offense from you.

"That's it, no more French fries for you." You grumble extending your hand as she laughs.

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The voices in Wanda's head were growing as impatient as she was.

In fact, the witch was practically reaching despair.

The nightmares started 42 days after you left her universe. It was suffocating and frightening.

It got worse and worse by the second, and somehow, at first, she thought that studying all day muffled the whispers in her head, but eventually, she realized that the only voice getting quieter was her own.

After the 157th day, she could only hear the screams of her own children.

It took you 324 days to reach Earth 616. Wanda felt you the very second you stepped into that universe, but she didn't know you were there just for that. She saw you coming through the eyes of the monster you killed.

"Wow, five points for me!" You celebrated as the creature's head fell at your feet, green blood staining all your clothes. America laughed, jumping over the beast to return the High-Five.

"That wasn't very fair, you saw it coming." She commented as she cleaned the dagger you had gifted her, many weeks before.

"Oh please, it's not my fault that you were distracted by the sweet donuts we found. Almost a hundred and fifty universes and you're still impressed with chocolate." You teased receiving a gentle nudge from the girl. Her gaze went to the city you were now in, and you let out a soft exclamation. "Wait, this is New York City."

"You are from a variant of this one aren’t you?" America commented receiving a mumble in agreement. You were already concentrating on trying to sense Wanda, but let out a sigh at the lack of response.

"Sorry Chavez, still not this one." You mutter annoyed, forcing a smile at seeing the other girl's disappointment. "Hey, don't be discouraged. We'll find it, and you did a great job, little demon slayer. Let's find somewhere to clean up and eat before we go."

"Alright." She mumbled following you.

You got a room at a corner motel - This universe looked just like yours, and though the money had run out about a dozen worlds ago, nothing a few magic tricks couldn't fix - and after getting a bed, this because you never left America alone for fear she'd be attacked and you wouldn't be around, you gave her a playful shove towards the bathroom, saying that monster blood stank. She laughed, grimacing and saying that you were as bad as she was but obeyed.

After America left the bathroom with clean clothes that you got for her, you headed toward the commode.

"Scream if any monsters appear under the bed." You taunted getting a roll of the eyes, although you both knew that in the last few days, the frequency of enemies had increased greatly.

You quickly washed, making sure that no green slime remained on your skin before you left the shower stall. You had a towel around your body and were standing in front of the sink intending to check your face for bruises when you felt all the hairs on the back of your neck shiver at once.

You could feel Wanda. Very weak indeed, almost nonexistent, but she was there. And then it just faded away. You blinked in confusion at your own reflection and tried to concentrate, to feel her again. But nothing.

You dressed in record time and stumbled out of the room with a thoughtful frown.

"What do you think about us ordering pizza?" America asked upside down, lying on the mattress. But seeing your expression, she looked at you with concern. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I felt her." You said and she gave a short laugh.

"Okay?"

"I'm serious, kiddo."

America propped herself up on the bed, with an expression kind of unsure about everything. "Well, Y/N, it's not the first time, right? You felt her in that land of the mad scientists, and the Viking one. But you only found the variants that I still don't understand why you didn't want to date, and we ended up facing some pretty badass monsters over there."

You scratched behind your neck, a thoughtful expression as you moved to sit on the couch. "I know, Chavez. It's just...it was different now. What if we're in the right place and I miss my chance?"

"Let's investigate then."

"But what if I'm only leading us to a worse monster than before?" You reason with certain guilt. "I don't want to put you in unnecessary danger."

America smiles, half surprised. "Y/N, don't worry about it. You are literally the only person who has tried to help me in the last few months running away from these creatures. You know I tried this Doctor Strange guy and he kind of betrayed me and it was a pretty mess thing-"

"Oh my god, that's it!" You interrupt her by getting up and making an apologetic expression immediately. "Forgive me, I know the story and you can tell it again on the way. If there is one place I can drop you off safely it is at the Kamar Taj. A bunch of sorcerers to help us."

America frowns slightly. "You're going to leave me there?"

You give a confused laugh, "What? No, of course not! Well, not forever at least. I wouldn't want to take you straight to another huge monster, but I don't want to leave you alone in an unknown universe with no one who can protect you while I investigate whether the Wanda here is my Wanda."

"But how can you be sure they will help us?" America asks and you smile, moving to arrange the sofa bed for you.

"I keep telling you that I am an important sorceress, and you still don't believe me, do you?"

"I see you get caramel syrup all over yourself every time we have waffles for breakfast, miss important sorceress." She retorts with an unimpressed face and you laugh, moving to throw a pillow at her.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #Rulers of The Multiverse #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines

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starvels' YGMAH gift fics roundup ✨

here are the stevetony fics i did for the yougavemeastocking exchange! featuring rivals with benefits! not actually dead cowboys! avengers kinky stevebang! wolfs in early canon!

getchu some goodies 😈💖

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forecheck for @thahiree

Rating: 10k. E. Marvel 3490. Tags: Hockey AU, Banter, Rivals With Benefits, Queer Themes, Smoking, Switching, Power Dynamics, Rough Sex, Face-Fucking, Nipple Play, Come Play, Trans Tony Stark Summary: On the first day of the All Star Games, Steve loses the shooting skill challenge, chain-smokes three cigarettes as a reward for doing a half-naked photoshoot, and sleeps with Natasha Stark. All in all, it’s not a bad start to the weekend.

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copacetic for @dirigibleplumbing

Rating: 7k. E. Marvel 1872 Tags: Post-Canon, Identity Issues, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Dynamics, Breathplay, Painplay, Spit Kink, Intercrural, Semi-Public, Trans Tony Stark, Open/Ambiguous Ending Summary: The man Tony spots across the market square looks just like Sheriff Rogers. When Tony catches up to the man, he moves just like Sheriff Rogers, touches Tony just like Sheriff Rogers, gets spitting mad just like Sheriff Rogers. The problem is, Sheriff Rogers was murdered 4 months ago

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the american way for @sadisticsparkle

Rating: 10k. E. Marvel 616. Tags: Avengers/Avengers, Early in Canon, Polyamory, Gangbang, Kink Heavy, BDSM, Sub Steve Rogers, Switch Tony Stark, Dom Sam Wilson, Switch Janet Van Dyne, Partner Swapping, Free Use, Piercings, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Fantasies, PWP Summary: The Avengers set Steve up in the back room at one of their galas; trussed up to be used by his teammates as a party favor. After everyone else has had a turn, generous host Tony comes in to check on Steve and partake of the Avenger’s party favor, as well.

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wolf like me for @willidothefandango

Rating: 1.5K. T. Marvel 616. Tags: Avengers Vol. 1, Werewolf AU, Scenting, Secret Identities Summary: It's been a busy few days for Steve Rogers: he's been thawed from the Arctic decades after being frozen, battled a villain or two, joined a superhero team called the Avengers, and now been invited to come live at their new base of operations. There's just one little thing they forgot to mention, and Steve can smell it the second he gets inside the mansion: there's another werewolf who lives inside.

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mwah to the ygmah server! thanks for such a lovely 616 stevetony community 🥰

#my fic #stevetony #stevetony fic #616 #1872

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skeith-platinumprincess · 10 months

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Today I would like to go over the history of an alternate universe Spider-Man who was created solely to be a gag character but in recent years has been getting actual serious attention. I am of course referring to:

Patrick O'Hara, the Web-Slinger.

The Web-Slinger first debuted in the very original Spider-Verse event but don't go into this expecting to read much of him. Unlike other popular Spider characters like Spider-Gwen and Peni Parker he didn't get his own issue to tell you his origin or anything like that. No, he was instead part of the book's gag team.

Throughout the original Spider-Verse event we would occasionally get to check in on Miles Morales and Drake Bell Ultimate Spider-Man recruiting the goofier spider-people across the multiverse. We even got a full issue of them recruiting the 1967 cartoon Spider-Man! At one point in this requirement spree we check in on them and see that at some point they recruited a cowboy Spider-Man

That's basically it for Web-Slinger's role in the original Spider-Verse. No name, no actual lines other than Yehaaaw, and after this point he's just in a few background panels.

Someone at Marvel must have really liked this idea though as he made more appearances in later Spider-Verse events. Such as in Spider-Geddon where he gets to be alongside Superior Spider-Man, Spiders-Man, and Spider-Punk as a team of Spider-Men who are willing to kill people

Spider-Geddon also gave us Vault of Spiders, a collection of short stories set in the universes of various Spider-People. Here we got a 7 page story showcasing Web-Slinger in his own world fighting against his version of Morbius. This little story also gave confirmation that yes, he shoots webs from his guns. They are literal web shooters

Next up we have what it easily Web-Slinger's biggest apperance: the 2019 Spider-verse event. In this comic Miles Morales has to jump from universe to universe helping various spider-people fight crime. It's a fun little book even if it doesn't serve much purpose. I'd love if they brought the concept back for some sort of Spider-Verse Team Up.

Anyway, the fourth issue of this book has Miles travel to Web-Slinger's universe, now officially numbered as Earth-31913, to help him save a Mexican village being raided by El Escorpion.

Basically everything we know about Web-Slinger comes from this issue since it's the only time he has really gotten to shine. So here are a few details we learn about him here.

His version of Uncle Ben was not his uncle, but rather a war buddy of his. I cannot tell if it was the Civil War or the American-Mexican war though

Yes, his horse, named Widow, WAS bit by a radioactive spider, the same spider bit both of them which gives them a telepathic link to each other. They call it the Rider Sense

His name is Patrick O'Hara, in previous appearances he used the name Parker, but that was in fact a fake name. He only tells Miles this because he trusts him

That wasn't the last we saw of Webslinger though, we actually got to see him and his earth again earlier this year in Extreme Venomverse. Usually the Venomverse stories will either take place in a earth that is only slightly different from Earth-616 or they'll be in their own world with no connection to anything. As far as I can tell the only times a Venomverse story have set themselves in the universe of an already established alternate Spider-Man were Venom Noir from this month and last month with Extreme Venomverse #3

After passing out from wounds in the desert, Web-Slinger finds himself nursed back to health by a woman named Madame Brock. To repay the favor he helps Ms. Brock fight off a pack of goons who are threatening to burn down her place of business.

And that is the Web-Slinger's most recent appearance in the medium of comics. However he has seemingly gotten popular enough to start appearing in other mediums. He got to team up with Drake Bell Ultimate Spider-Man once again when that cartoon did a Spider-Verse storyline AND he got to appear briefly in Across the Spider-Verse, Miles even steals Widow from him here!

#comic books #comics #marvel #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider verse #web slinger #Patrick O'Hara #Skeith Explains Spiders

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sineala · 11 months

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So, Tony’s marrying Emma Frost now? I feel like Tony’s the only character that toss around like this, in that sense. What number wife will this be?

Uh... one, assuming it happens? Tony has never been canonically married before in 616.

He has had one retconned engagement to a woman named Joanna Nivena, who left him when he decided to be Iron Man. He was serious enough about Rumiko Fujikawa to want to marry her, IIRC, but he never had the chance to propose to her before she was killed. He proposed to Patsy and she said no. As far as I know, that's it. He's dated a lot of characters and he's generally very serious about them and I wouldn't be surprised if canon had said he had seriously considered marrying at least a few others that I can't name off the top of my head, but, yeah, he's only been engaged once.

(Across the multiverse, he's clearly been in serious relationships at least a few other times and famously engaged to Natasha in Ults, but the only non-MCU universe I can think of right now where canon has focused on him being married to anyone is the one where he's married to... Steve.)

Also, this shouldn't really be a surprise to anyone? We have known Tony and Emma have had a Friends With Benefits thing going, as was established in Civil War, like, fifteen years ago. We have specifically known for the past four years that the wedding was coming, ever since History of the Marvel Universe came out in 2019, and made several prophetic statements about the future, including this:

This is not coming out of nowhere; we have had four years of lead time. So far I think about half the things on that page have come true. Maybe more? I haven't checked in a while. So honestly for the past four years of comics I have been saying that I was still waiting for the Tony/Emma wedding, as the prophecy foretold, and that it seemed likely to be some kind of politically-motivated marriage for mutant/human relations especially given that Tony is canonically a member of the Hellfire Club, which has also been true for years, and that seems to be exactly how this is playing out, judging by today's announcement. As I was expecting.

I really like how Duggan has been writing Tony, and how he's been writing Tony and Emma, and I've always thought it would be interesting to see more Tony/Emma in canon, so I think this is gonna be a lot of fun while it happens and maybe there will be more Tony/Emma fic because the few I have read have been great. Tony in relationships with telepaths has been something I've thought was interesting for a while and I don't think we're ever getting Marianne Rodgers back, so Emma it is.

Given Marvel's track record with their characters' marriages I feel that there's no way this is lasting more than six months assuming the marriage happens at all (as the prophecy only foretells a wedding) and honestly I'm hoping no one sells them to Mephisto because seriously, he already also collected Strange and Clea's marriage for a bit in addition to Peter/MJ. I don't know why that dude wants marriages so much.

Honestly, if you want to talk about weird and unexpected canonical relationships involving Emma Frost, I am STILL not over the part where it appears to be canon right now that (1) Steve and Sharon have been in an open relationship for a while, (2) Steve and Emma slept together at the last Hellfire Gala, and (3) it was mommy kink. Because I assure you I absolutely didn't see that coming.

So basically I am intrigued now that the time of Tony/Emma is upon us as foretold in the prophecy. Also I hope fandom brings me some It's Complicated Steve/Tony/Emma because I can't believe we're really just going to leave the canon Steve/Emma thing alone, fandom, and oh my God it is all SO MUCH. Comics. Comics are so Very Comics sometimes.

#replies #stark-phd

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How Long Tim Drake First Lived at Wayne Manor (+ Drake Manor)

A reference guide and timeline, because I am an incurable nerd.

Gotham Knights #45 [description in alt text]

From what I can figure from Tim’s pre-Flashpoint comics, Tim originally lived at Wayne Manor (after his mom’s death and his dad’s hospitalization) for about 7-9 months until his dad left the hospital. Then the Drakes bought the mansion next-door to Wayne Manor at Alfred’s suggestion, and they lived next-door for less than two years, then had to move downtown after losing money, where they then lived until Jack’s death.

Disclaimer: Due to the annoying nature of comics timelines, this summary will not account for how much time various major Batman storylines take. DC comics tend to take up a lot of time in an apparently small amount of time, which means this technically correct timeline might also make Knightfall, Contagion, and Cataclysm look like they all occured within like, a few months. This is DC’s fault and for the sake of this post I will not bother trying to make that make sense. You can decide how things fit together based on the information here.

Timeline details and references:

When Tim, age 13, first begins training to become Robin (after Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying, which is implied to occur during late summer/early fall), he’s mostly living at his boarding school just outside Gotham City while his parents are nearly always away traveling for business (Batman #441, #444-445). At some point, Tim begins staying at the Manor overnight sometimes when he’s not at school, probably over breaks or weekends (Detective Comics #615-616).

In (presumably) December, Tim (age 13) is already staying at Wayne Manor for vacation when his parents are kidnapped. Janet Drake dies, and Jack Drake is hospitalized in a coma (Detective Comics #618-621). Tim continues staying at Wayne Manor after their kidnapping. The kidnapping storyline doesn’t mention what vacation it is, but Janet’s funeral and him becoming Robin occur on Dec 24th, so it’s likely winter break (Batman #455-457).

Soon after his mom’s death, Tim goes abroad for additional training. He’s abroad for at least “a few weeks” (Robin Vol. 1 #1), and at the end of this trip is when Tim first encounters King Snake (Robin Vol. 1 #1-5).

In Batman #469, during which Tim is still living at Wayne Manor while his father is in a coma, Bruce runs into King Snake, who says it has been 6 months since his encounter with Tim in Robin Vol. 1. This means in-text statements now give us at least 6-7 months having passed since Janet died and Jack was hospitalized.

(Note: It’s possible for a while Tim also stayed at his boarding school for the rest of middle school, since he’d been staying there before. We never see him there after Janet died, though, and he was then shown studying in the Manor, so he might’ve stopped boarding early and just stayed at the Manor full time. This part is unclear, and it’s not specified if Tim has started high school in Batman #469. Either way, he was under Bruce and Alfred’s care, and spent a fair amount of time sleeping at the manor.)

Tim turns 14 and starts public high school at Gotham Heights while still living at Wayne Manor (Robin II: Joker’s Wild #1). Tim’s birthday is in July, and in the US, high schools usually start mid Aug/early Sep, so I’d wager that’s at least Dec-mid Aug of living in Wayne Manor (though he was abroad for a few unspecified weeks of that). If we take those date references, that’s at least 7-8 months. Tim’s also probably known the Waynes for around a year now, by my estimate (based on Jason death dates & time mentions in A Lonely Place of Dying).

Relatively soon after Robin II: Joker’s Wild, Jack Drake is released from the hospital and at Alfred’s suggestion they buy the house next door to Wayne Manor (Batman #480-482). Tim is 14 when they move into the new Drake Manor. They eventually hire a live-in maid, Mrs. Mac, to help in the house (Robin III #3). Tim still occasionally stays at Wayne Manor or other family properties (Robin Annual 2 + Robin v2 #3), but for the most part lives at Drake Manor.

While they live at Drake Manor, Tim temporarily runs away from home multiple times (to do Robin stuff, mostly). During the Cataclysm, Aftershocks, and No Man’s Land storylines, where an earthquake turns Gotham into a disaster zone, the Drakes almost sell Drake Manor and they move to Keystone City for a short time (Robin Vol. 2 #62). But after Tim runs away back to Gotham, they end up moving right back into Drake Manor again not long after they left (Robin Vol. 2 #66). The original Wayne Manor also gets destroyed and they rebuild it differently. Tim turns 15 during this time.

Jack Drake sends Tim (age still 15) to boarding school because of all the running away. Tim lives at Brentwood Academy with Alfred for less than a full semester (Robin Vol. 2 #75-100). During this time, Jack marries Dana Winters (Robin 80-Page Giant).

Drake Industries loses money so the Drakes have to sell their mansion, and Tim (15 almost 16) has to leave Brentwood early. They move into their condo in downtown Gotham, near Barbara’s clocktower (Robin Vol. 2 #100). Sometime after they move downtown, Tim turns 16 on July 19th (Robin Vol. 2 #116).

At one point while he lives downtown with his dad & Dana, Tim is interviewed by a social worker investigating Bruce’s parenting. The social worker says, “Tim, you stayed here with Mister Wayne several times for extended periods, correct?” to which Tim responds, “A couple times, yeah. Mostly for a short while after my mom died and my dad was in a coma from his injuries. Bruce and Alfred looked after me until dad got better.” (Gotham Knights #45) “A short while” is vague and subjective so it doesn’t tell us much about whether my timeline is accurate, but this scene does confirm that Tim staying with the Waynes is information that a social worker could find out (though I doubt most of the public knew much about it).

So Tim was 14 already when they moved next door to the Waynes, and 15 almost 16 when they moved out. So it’s less than two years. Tim lived next door to the Waynes barely twice as long as he lived with the Waynes before that. Idk I just find that kind of funny.

Bonus Notes: When Tim was young, the Drakes only stayed at the downtown condo (the one they moved into long-term when Tim was 15) to attend downtown events like the opera or galleries (Robin #100). The Drakes also allegedly owned at least two penthouses (unless the two different names refer to the same one...I'm assuming not). Robinson Park Penthouse is where Jack wanted to move in before Tim convinced him to buy the mansion next door to the Waynes (Batman #480). The Mooney Towers Penthouse “on Diamond Street in Neville,” near Wayne Tower, is where Tim snuck off to stay at a few times during school vacations while Bruce and his dad were gone (Robin Annual 2 & Robin #3).

Additional Note: I’m not sure where Tim regularly lived when he wasn’t at boarding school before his mom died. We see brief glimpses of what is presumably his childhood home(s) in flashbacks but I don’t remember it ever being mentioned in depth. Tim implies that the Drakes didn’t live in one place in Gotham for more than 6 months until he was 14 (Robin v2 #66). They probably didn’t have one permanent residence.

If they did have one, though, presumably it wasn’t in downtown Gotham, since they considered the condo closer to downtown events than their regular home (Robin v2 #100), and it wasn’t in the more country area of Bristol where Wayne Manor is (Crest Hill), because Jack Drake was disturbed by the bats and new to the “countryside” air when they moved there (Batman #480).

#tim drake #batfam #dc comics #bruce wayne #batfamily #dc continuity #jack drake #janet drake #drake parenting #this has been sitting in my drafts for months for some reason. enjoy #wayne family #heroesriseandfall

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I wasn’t going to answer the anonymous ask. But then I thought I would.

Your bad. It’s ridiculous writing and head cannons and musings. It’s not even Wanda any more. Stop. She doesn’t have chemistry with anyone who youre writing with. It’s forced. Just let it alone.

This is my Wanda. It’s obviously based on 616, and other inspiration here and there but she’s mine. I like Wanda because there are many sides to her. There are many big and little things throughout her life which shape her and make her who she is.

Everyone writing here has headcanons? I don’t understand that part tbh. I mean, maybe some of mine are more far flung? A little out there sometimes? It’s all down to interpretation.

As for ships… like. I’m not here solely to ship. And I don’t have that many ships going on with Wanda. Almost everyone she interacts with is just friends with her? I think I’ve had the blog four or five months and it took like three and half or so months for her to kiss someone haha? I love the ships that I do have and I’m always down for plotting more and writing more to get things working but I feel there’s chemistry.

I wasn’t going to answer but you mention a few things and you know what? I like to write here. My writing isn’t amazing or anything like that, it’s just me having fun. And I like speaking to everyone here which counts for a lot. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.

#if you don’t want to read it then don’t follow??#lmao this didn’t make my day better but is also funny like what

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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No Birthday Suprises

+18 Smut (Foursome, baby!)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader, Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader, Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: It's the reader's birthday and her men know how difficult this date is for her so they decide to make a surprise that she wouldn't dare refuse.

Word Count: 8,5k (Yes I know, it's huge)

Warnings: Gangbang, P in V, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Male and female masturbation, Male and female oral sex, Love bites, Ear nibbling, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Slight male dominance.

A/N: This is terribly long but I really couldn't contain myself, I needed to give space for all the Stephens to come ;) On a side note: Stephen will always be our original 616 Stephen. I tried to use Defender and Supreme to distinguish them, but the reader will offen reffer to them by just calling them Stephen. Hope it doesnt get too confusing.

Dating three Stephen Strange was the strangest and most wonderful thing in the world, yet there were days when all you wanted most was time for yourself and to get away from the constant bickering and teasing between the three of them.

That was definitely one of those days that also happened to be your birthday. It was probably some trauma from the past that your mind repressed, but for some reason you hated your birthday, you felt more anxious than usual, you cried at any time of the day for no apparent reason, basically in that specific day of the year your turn into an emotional mess. You had your first birthday with Stephen, your Stephen who you had been dating for a little over three years and everything went well, he understood you and took care of you on days like those. The second year you spent it alone because he was busy on a mission with the Avengers and now it would be your first birthday with the other two Stephens and even though you've said a thousand times you didn't want celebrations or anything you dreaded getting home and find something prepared for you.

You sighed heavily looking at the clock seeing that it was almost time to go home.

You remembered perfectly when Defender Strange arrived in your universe. His universe had collapsed on itself and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't save his world. He wasn't sure how he ended up in that universe, the last thing he remembered was being engulfed by a flash of white light. You, on the other hand, remembered very well the fright you got when the same white light shone on the Sanctum's ceiling and Defender literally fell from the sky, breaking through the ceiling and collapsing unconscious on the floor. You took care of him and tried to calm him down even though you were in a panic trying to talk to your Stephen who wouldn't answer the phone.

When it became clear that Defender had no way to return to his universe, it also became clear that his place was there in the Sanctum with you and from that to you falling madly in love with him was a blink of an eye.

Stephen took everything as best as he could, he always said that the only thing that made him accept it was the fact that he was sharing you with himself and that it was indeed beautiful, the idea that he loved you in every universe.

It took only a few months for Supreme Strange arrive. This time, however, it was not a flash of white light that brought him, but himself. Through a portal. He explained to two unfriendly and overprotective Stephens that the war against Thanos led him to destroy the universe itself in an attempt to find a solution to the conflict. When he understood what he had done, it was too late to turn back, Thanos was destroyed, but the universe collapsed despite his efforts and in a last act of desperation he used all the magic he had to escape death by opening a portal without a certain direction and that took him to your universe. Stephen didn't react well to the idea of him staying, but you and Defender convinced him you couldn't send him away, he had nowhere to go.

It took you longer to trust him, his fingertips blackened by the Darkhold's corruption was a constant reminder of what he had done and you were afraid of him, but slowly you became close.

Falling in love with him was inevitable and there you were now in a relationship with three Stephen Strange learning to deal with the differences and similarities and falling more and more in love with all of them.

However that day, all you wanted was to be alone and you knew that it was just your anxiety and insecurity talking louder because in fact being with your men was the only thing that could make you smile that day. They were like the sun for you.

You were startled with your boss’s voice pulling you out of your daydreams.

"Everything is in order, you can go home y/n."

You nodded "Are you sure?"

He nodded "Go home to celebrate your birthday." You grimaced standing up and catching your stuff "Good night Phil. Have a nice weekend."

When you got home everything was quiet, at least there was no sign of a surprise party or anything like that. It was actually too quiet and soon you started to wonder if something had happened.

They usually took turns between working at the Kamar Taj, tending the Sanctum, and doing missions with the Avengers, but as far as you knew, the three of them were supposed to be home by now.

You walked up the stairs slowly and entered your room. You had your room at the Sanctum and they had theirs. Sometimes you needed your space. You left your bag on the bed and sat there for a minute ready to call Stephen when you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in"

Stephen walked in smiling, but you could see he was walking on eggshells with you. He knew that day was going to be difficult for you "You're late."

He sat beside you wearing his blue robes and red cloak.

"You're alright?" He took your hand in his shaking hands.

You nodded with a sigh and forced a smile "I'm just a little tired, it's been a long day."

He touched your cheek and kissed your lips lightly "I see" His thumb touched your lower lip, forcing it down slightly "Too tired?" He looked at you suggestively and you couldn't help but smile at him "Maybe not so tired."

He grins as he stands up and extends his hand to you. "Come with me"

"Stephen… no birthday surprises please."

He waved his hand in front of you expecting you to take it "No surprises, just us."

You sighed, surrendering, taking his hand and he walked in front of you, pulling you to his room. Stephen had the biggest room in the Sanctum, which obviously made sense. You entered the room and Supreme was waiting for you sitting on the bed in his blue robes and blue cloak. He smiles at you and comes towards you touching your face and kissing your lips lightly. "It wasn't so hard to convince her after all." He said smirking to Stephen. Stephen nodded smiling at you "See? No birthday surprises"

You smiled listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and Defender came from there smiling and coming towards you. He cupped your chin between his index finger and thumb. "I figured you'd like a hot bath."

You smiled from ear to ear not understanding where they wanted to take this, but totally determined to play along. "yes, please." He kissed you sweetly.

You were used to taking turns between their beds. One day you slept with Stephen, another Defender, another with Supreme. You stipulated this routine to keep them from fighting among themselves over you. Generally Defender and Stephen were more understanding, but Supreme was extremely jealous. You always fantasized about having sex with the three of them, but you never had the courage to say that.

Stephen placed both hands on your shoulders squeezing them slightly "You're tense sweetheart. Hard day at work?"

You frowned "No, I was just scared to get home and have a surprise party waiting for me."

He chuckled.

"There's no party, but there's a surprise." Said Supreme "We bought you something." He smiles picking up a box on the bed. It was too big to be a jewel and it was wrapped in red paper and black bow. You sighed facing Defender who had your hand firmly in his.

"You promised me there would be no gifts."

He shook his head, "Believe me baby, this gift is more for us than it is for you." You bit your lower lip now slightly interested.

You held the box in your hands, it was light, at that point you were dying to know what was inside.

"Okay, now I'm curious." You untied the bow and tore the paper opening the box and found an extremely small, see-through black lingerie set and a black silk nightgown too short to make a difference.

"We're dying to see you in this." Stephen whispered in your ear and your skin prickled. What exactly was going on? "It's beautiful... should I wear it on a special date?"

Supreme smirked taking the box with your gift from your hands and placing it on the bed "Today is a special date whether you want it or not." He replied.

Defender touched your face turning it to look at him "But first I'll take care of you. You look exhausted baby. Come with me" He grabbed your hand and dragged you into the bathroom. You were so taken aback by the whole situation that all the heaviness you had felt throughout the day seemed to completely disappear. You couldn't be getting this all wrong. Could you? He pulled your shirt over your head and unbuttoned your bra pulling it down your arms. He kissed your collarbone and touched your breast with his rough hands and played with a nipple between his fingers quickly. His lips descended to your breast sucking one nipple lightly.

"hum...Stephen..." He hummed in response. "The water is getting cold."

He nodded surrendering and unbuttoned your pants pulling them along with your panties. He bent down to take off your shoes and finishing undressing you.

He stood up turning you away from him and running his fingers through your hair. He pulled the hair tie out of his hair and pulled yours into a high bun. You loved it when he took care of your hair, it was obvious he would be the only Stephen who knew how to do it.

"It's better this way, don't you think?" He said turning you to face him. You smile touching his hair that now hangs loosely around his shoulders "Yes, I think so."

He smirked and you sat on the edge of the tub touching the water and grimacing "Is it cold already?" He touched the water and made a gesture with his fingers and not only did the water go back to the perfect temperature you liked, it also turned purple and the lavender scent of your favorite soap invaded your nostrils as the tub filled with foam. "What do you think?"

You smiled, melting at the gesture "I think you guys spoil me with all this magic." He smiled helping you into the tub.

You moaned softly "Oh my god this feels so good" You felt your body slowly relaxing in the hot water and even more so when Defender started massaging your shoulders, his thumbs moving in a circular motion undoing the knots under your skin with the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel the warmth of his white magic helping not just keeping his hands steady but also helping you relaxing.

"Better now?" he asked, his baritone voice in your ear teasing you.

You sighed surrendering to him "Much better baby."

You could hear the conversation coming from the room and your name in the center of it, but you couldn't pay enough attention to what the other Stephens were saying and at that moment you didn't care either. Whatever it was they were planning you wanted to be surprised, you were enjoying being the center of attention.

By the time you finished your shower the water was getting cold again. Stephen helped you out of the tub and handed you your towel and walked out of the bathroom coming back with your gift and the very thought of putting it in front of him made your face flush. He smiled "I'll wait for you outside." You nodded.

When you finished dressing and took a quick look in the mirror your face was red and your eyes were bright with anticipation. Of all the possible endings you imagined for that day, this one was definitely not a part of any of them. You sighed releasing your hair and walked out of the room and if you weren't so nervous you probably would have laughed at the whole situation. The three Stephens were waiting for you, sitting at the foot of the bed. All three's eyes lit up when they saw you and they stood up at the same time, all three with a smile on their faces.

"So?" You asked holding the hem of your nightgown and turning around so they could get a full view of you.

"Amazing." Supreme stated smirking.

Stephen smiled "You look perfect sweetheart. Exactly the way I pictured it." "Black is definitely your color, baby." Defender added by devouring you with his eyes.

You nodded, exhaling heavily, noticing you were holding your breath.

"Well let's be fair, if I'm going to dress like this you'd better get rid of all those layers then"

Stephen nodded, the red cloak slipping from his shoulders and flying out of the room. Supreme's blue robe followed its partner's example and also slipped out the door which closed with a muffled clatter.

Stephen gestured with his fingers and his blue robe was replaced by pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his waist revealing his flat stomach and bulge. Supreme followed Stephen's lead and with a flick of his fingers he shed his robe down to a pair of white boxers that obscenely revealed his hard shaft beneath the fabric. Defender snapped his fingers, replacing his black and red robe with thin sweatpants, abdomen and chest covered with a thin layer of dark hair. He was extremely hard and you could see him pulsing through his pants. Your eyes devoured the three of them the way their eyes devoured you and you wondered if you would be enough to satiate three Stephens at once.

It was one thing to imagine it, another to do it. Now that you were there living your dream you felt insecure. "You Stephens are so beautiful."

"You are beautiful, sweetheart." Stephen held out his hand to you "Now come here, don't be shy, you're never shy with me." You held his hand and he pulled you closer touching your chin "I know you always wanted this but you never had the courage to ask." He kissed your lips lightly, "So I planned a birthday surprise for you, but I feel like you won't complain about this one."

You chuckled the nervousness little by little giving way to anticipation. Supreme grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "You could have told me you wanted this honey. We love you just as much, you know that." You touched his clean-shaven cheek "I know that, Stephen. I just... I never had the courage to ask. I was afraid you guys would get mad at me." He kissed your lips, his hands moving down your back and pressing you against his body so you could feel his cock rubbing against you.

"I'm definitely not mad at you honey, as you can very well see."

You moaned into his lips and felt another body behind you towering you. Defender pulled you to face him, his hand tight on the back of your neck "We're dying to have you baby but I want to assure you first that if it ever gets too much, if you want us to stop all you have to do is ask, okay ?" You nodded, kissing his lips, your hand touching his face and reaching up to touch his hair, the strands falling loosely over his shoulders. You took a strand and tucked it behind his ear "Okay" You looked back at the other two Stephens, your hand reaching for them signaling them to come closer "Now please touch me, I need you guys."

Defender nodded, kissing your neck and rubbing his beard on your skin purposefully. Stephen took your right hand and moved it down his abdomen until it touched his hard shaft. You clasped your hand around him moving slowly over the top and he groaned. "Fuck sweetheart I am so hard for you." You moaned softly turning to face him "yeah? I can see that all my Stephens are hard for me. I love that. I want to please my men tonight."

Supreme took your other hand and brought it to his bulge and pressed it against it "Honey, you have no idea of the things I want to do with you." You moaned softly pressing your thighs together.

"But first... I'm going to pleasure you, baby" Defender whispered in your ear "It's all about you, tonight." You turned to kiss his lips and when you least expected Stephen picked you up bride style. "Ooh okay then." You chuckled.

Stephen put you on the bed and came over you kissing your lips, moving his lips down your neck, your collarbone, lightly biting your breast through the nightgown. His hands roamed over your skin and down to your thigh, lifting the silk and revealing more of your skin to him. He continued down to your belly, nibbling there. You moaned softly as he parted your knees kissing and lightly biting the inside of your thigh. Supreme sat next to you and bent down to kiss your lips and you were eager to grab him, wrapping your arms around his neck and parting your lips for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue penetrated your mouth, teasing you. You moaned into his lips, breaking the kiss to breathe. Stephen kept teasing you, kissing every inch of your body least where you needed him the most.

You groaned as Supreme proceeded to kiss your neck, biting your ear lightly. You reached out looking for Defender "Stephen, I need you too, baby. Come here, touch me"

He sat on the other side of the bed holding your hand and placing a chaste kiss on it "I am right here, baby" he came to you claiming your lips, his hands touching your breast over your nightgown.

You moaned loudly feeling three pairs of scared hands touching you, Stephen's lips brushing over your panties making you move your hips to get some friction, Supreme taking turns between your lips and your neck, marking you with hickeys and bites and Defender caressing one breast and lightly biting the other through the fabric.

He sighed inhaling your scent and smirked "Come here baby" He grabbed you by the waist and the others backed away waiting. He lifted the nightgown over your hip and you lifted both arms for him to pull it over your head.

He looked at you with starved eyes. "You look so sexy in this, baby." You smiled biting your lower lip and rubbing your thighs together. You moaned softly. "Stephen, I want you to touch me, I am so horny"

He chuckled "Okay, baby, I will touch you. Tell me what you want."

You took his face in your hands kissing him passionately "I want you to eat me out and let me cum in your mouth."

You said alternating the words between kisses on his lips and he grinned satisfied. Supreme hold you by the waist possessively kissing your shoulder totally jealous and whispering in your ear "Honey please I need you too" You let your hand roam over his abdomen touching his hard shaft under his boxers. You smiled satisfied turning to kiss him. "Yeah? I will take care of you, Stephen. I can't wait to have your big cock in my mouth"

He moaned on your lips "You are so dirty sometimes, honey. You know I love this, I love when you talk dirty to me" He took your hand and tucked it inside his boxers and he hissed as you greedily held him tight. "Feel how hard I am for you." His cock was big and hot and deliciously hard for you. You took him out of the boxer and stroked it very slow teasing him and also putting on a show for the other Stephens. You could feel their eyes glued to you, wishing it was their cock you had in your hands. You ran your thumb over the tip of Supreme's dick spreading the precum and brought your thumb to your mouth sucking and making a popping noise "You taste so good, Stephen"

He groaned loudly and the others hissed when without warning you dropped down purposely on all fours, your ass turned towards Stephen and Defender and licked Supreme’s cock from the base to the tip and spit on it spreading the spit with your hand, stroking him faster now. You stuck your tongue out and flicked it on the pink fat head pulling groans out of his mouth.

"Fuck honey, put it in your mouth, suck my cock for them to watch." You put it in your mouth sucking it slowly first bobbing your head on his length smearing It with your saliva and increasing the pace and he moaned loudly "Yes, my love, this is so good. You do it so good". You were enjoying it more than you thought you would. The idea that the other Stephens were watching turned you on even more, you could feel the fire between your legs getting stronger and more uncontrollable, your panties were totally soaked and you were begging for some friction when you felt a pair of hands caressing your ass, fingers pulling your panties to the side and penetrating you.

You moaned around Supreme's cock "Oh my god, yes please." A tongue licked you from your clitoris to your entrance before starting to eat you out, two hands opening your folds as he penetrated you with shallow thrusts of his tongue, flicking it at your entrance and coming back to give attention to your clit, taking the sensitive skin between his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. You don't need to look to know who was pleasuring you. You always knew that each one of your men had something they did better than the other, Defender was the one who was able to turn you into a whining mess with just his mouth. He simply knew exactly how to make you cum in an absurdly short time.

You could already feel your legs trembling responding to his touch, the pleasure you felt making you considerably increase the intensity with which you sucked Supreme's cock in a perfect sync.

Supreme moaned loud grabbing a handful of your hair. "Fuck honey, your mouth feels so damn good on my cock.’’ He breathed ‘’Oh my god, you are going to make me cum." You moaned contentedly without decreasing intensity, stroking his length as you bob your head on the head flicking your tongue in the process. "Ok then...take it honey…oh fuck" He poured himself into your mouth and you swallowed it all, sucking every last drop and moaning around his cock as Defender added his fingers to the sum taking you to the edge of your own orgasm.

Supreme cupped your chin taking his cock out of your mouth and bent down to kiss you "Fuck honey, your mouth does magic I couldn't help myself it felt so good. But it's okay, you know I have a lot of rounds for you tonight." You smile satisfied.

Stephen almost rolled his eyes. He wondered if he also sounded as cocky and arrogant as Supreme when he fucked you.

Supreme pulled away momentarily sated and content to watch. As jealous as he was of you, there was no denying that seeing you with other versions of him was extremely arousing.

Stephen held your chin down to kiss you. He didn't know how to feel about your mouth being just seconds ago in Supreme's cock, but soon he pushed that thought aside, eager to live in the moment. There was something extremely arousing about what you were doing and he couldn't deny that watching you suck another Stephen while being eaten by Defender made him extremely hard, his cock throbbing desperately inside his pants begging for some attention.

"Come here sweetheart." He took your hand pulling you "Hold on, Defender, let me get her into a more comfortable position."

Defender backed away and you complained about the lack of contact. Stephen was kneeling on the bed and pulled you close to his body wrapping you in a hug and kissing your lips. You were surprised by the sudden affection, Stephen was affectionate, but you could only imagine that that hug was his way of showing how jealous he was. "Let's get this off." He unbuttoned your bra pulling the straps down your arms, your nipples tightening in the cold air. "And this."

He tucked his thumbs into the strap of your panties and lowered them past your thighs. You sat on the bed and he finished taking off your panties, your legs lolling to the sides, revealing your aching core to him. He bit his bottom lip, but didn't dare finish the job of Defender who quickly claimed you, running his hands under your thighs and pulling you close to him "Come here baby, I'm gonna make you cum in my mouth"

You moaned loudly as he returned to eat you out, your hips moving against him instinctively, your hand gripping his hair and pulling it "Fuck, Stephen, you do it so..." Stephen interrupted you by lifting your head and placing a pillow under it and bent down to kiss your lips forcing them to open for his tongue to penetrate your mouth. You moaned into his mouth when Defender placed two fingers inside you, curling them to hit your sweet spot.

"Oh my god you gonna make me cum" Stephen lowered his lips down your neck biting and sucking the skin below her ear. You could feel Defender pushing you closer and closer to your climax as Stephen continued his assault on your neck, your collarbone, down to your breasts, kissing there, sucking one nipple and then another. Your fingers tangled in his hair pulling him back to your lips as Defender worked on you, you could feel the tremor building up and taking over your body and you didn't fight it, instead you surrendered to him moaning loudly into Stephen’s lips until your mouth went agape, your legs trembled and you closed them trapping Defender between them, Stephen's lips descended to your chin kissing lightly "That's it sweetheart, enjoy it."

Defender crawled on top of you and Stephen backed away to make room for him. He smirked at you, his face wet with your cum. "You have such a sweet cunt, baby. I love to eat you like this." You cupped his face in your hands "You do it so well my love." He kissed you and you sighed still coming down from your high.

"I want to pleasure you" You said biting your lips and he moved away for you to get up, you sat on the bed "I want to pleasure all my Stephens."

Supreme who patiently waited for his turn to have your attention again wrapped you in his arms "You know what I want, honey." You nodded feeling slightly intimidated by the task at hand. This was all new to you, but extremely exciting.

You turned to him, he had his cock in his hands jerking it slowly, you pulled his hand away and took him in your hand caressing him slowly, he was already hard again for you. He kissed you moaning on your lips.

Defender kissed your shoulder and took your other hand leading it to his cock, he'd been out of his pants before you knew it and was deliciously naked and ready for you.

You stroked it lightly, your thumb spreading the precum all over the tip. He groaned lightly biting your shoulder.

Stephen took the moment to strip off the rest of his clothes and went back to bed kneeling right behind you, the three sorcerers surrounding you. You felt Stephen’s cock rubbing your hips and dropped Supreme's cock and turned around to grab his cock in your hand slowly stroking his length and taking turns between the three cocks, spitting on them and stroking them fast and it was enough to leave them gasping. You took turns on their lips too, loving the subtle difference in their kiss. The goatee, the full beard and the shaven face.

"You guys have such a nice cock, I want to put them in my mouth, would you like that?"

"Yes" They replied in unison. You chuckled down to put Defender's cock in your mouth, your ass turned temptingly at Stephen. You spit on it and spread the spit with your tongue along the entire length of it and only then put it in your mouth bobbing your head slowly and gradually increasing the pace, going all the way to the bottom and back, licking the tip and sucking the precum that was leaking from the slit and then turned it back and sucked it slowly the way he adored.

You took it out of your mouth, saliva running down your lips. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed you "You do it so good, baby. I am so proud of you" You smiled satisfied with the compliment turning to put Supreme's cock in your mouth, you licked the underside of it first, tracing the veins around it teasing and flicked your tongue at the tip, a strand of precum sticking in your tongue. You smiled satisfied maintaining eye contact with him, he bit his lips trying to control his own moans. "Please honey put it in your mouth"

You obeyed by putting it in your mouth and sucking it, forcing your head against the wall of your cheek and taking it out of your mouth with a popping noise and sucking it again now going all the way to the bottom while caressed his balls. "You suck my cock like a fucking slut, I love that." you took it out of your mouth stroking him hard and flicking your tongue in his tip. He wiped the saliva that dripped from your lips with his thumb and kissed you smiling satisfied.

Stephen grinned as you turned to him, he made a point of kissing you passionately before you put him in your mouth "You know how I like it sweetheart, I taught you how to do it, remember?" You nodded surprised that you were still able to blush. You bent down spitting on it and then putting it in your mouth and going to the bottom and back, you wanted to make him proud. He groaned loudly, lifting his hands to your head and holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pushing you deep again, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He held you there for a second and then took his cock out of your mouth and leaned down to kiss you. He held you head in place and thrusted against your mouth slowly at first and then faster. The noise it made was so obscene. He stopped when you gasped around his cock, he chuckled in response to something Supreme said. "I know, she is amazing"

You smiled proud of yourself and he pulls you to his lips "Isn't that right Sweetheart? You like it a little bit rough isn't it?" You nodded, wiping the spit running down your chin. "Enough of playing around, don't you think?" Stephen said with that breathless smirk on his lips "We're all dying to fuck you, sweetheart, but you decide who you want to go first."

You nodded "What if I want more than one?"

He smirked "Too greedy, don't you think?"

You shook your head "Can you blame me?" He kissed her lips "Do you think you can handle it?" You nodded confidently.

Supreme pulled you into his arms "If you can't decide, I'll decide for you. Get on your hands and knees for me, honey." You obeyed promptly feeling the tip of his cock rubbing your entrance "Fuck you're so wet my love" He entered you slowly and you moaned loudly feeling every inch of his cock impaling you, stretching your cunt to the limit. He groaned loud, his balls deep on you. "Oh my god Stephen, your cock feels so good, please move, fuck me hard" He gripped your hips and started thrusting first slowly and then faster until he caught his pace. You moaned in satisfaction, any fears you still had totally vanishing "Yes, its so good, I love you so much Stephen" He slapped your ass "yeah? you love my cock fucking you hard? You are such a dirty slut, aren't you?"

You groaned in agreement, you loved when Supreme and Stephen treated you like a fucking whore, there was something special about being their slut. Defender however never called you those names or treated you that way.

You stretched out your hand to hold Defender's hand "Come here, baby, let me suck your cock" He quickly positioned himself facing you who eagerly took his cock in one hand while leaning with the other on his thigh . You spat on his cock stroking him steadily and slowly increased the speed putting it in your mouth and going all the way down your throat "Fuck baby this is so good, I love when you swallow me whole like that." You felt the tears running down your eyes, he wiped them "You are such a good girl taking his cock so well. You make me so proud, I love you so much, baby. I'm enjoying watching it." You smiled happily at the compliment putting his cock back in your mouth, bobbing your head now at a slower, more sensual pace the way you knew would turn him into a moaning mess.

Stephen approached claiming your attention "Come here Sweetheart" You turned to him putting his cock in your mouth but continued jerking Defender's.

He groaned loudly taking his hand to your head and pushing to increase the pace "Oh fuck, you have such a perfect mouth, it feels so good sucking my cock like that" You took his cock out of your mouth with a popping noise moaning loudly when Supreme increased the speed of his thrusts.

"I wanna fuck you, sweetheart." You shook your head, your hands caressing the cocks of the two Stephens who were looking at you as if they could devour you with their eyes. You held Supreme's hand that was firmly on your waist signaling him to stop "Hold on, love." but he was so lost in his own pleasure that he kept going.

"Supreme, its my turn" Stephen said and Supreme pulled away bending down to kiss your lips "I am too greedy honey. Its hard to shared you." You nodded and he moved away making room for the other Stephens and out of your field of vision. Stephen immediately grabbed you by the waist and laid you on your back on the bed and got between your legs, spreading them with his knee. He lifted one of your legs leaning on his shoulder and spat into his cock giving a couple of jerks, he stuck a finger inside you first teasing "Your cunt is all red and swollen, sweetheart, it looks delicious."

You moaned clenching around nothing "Fuck me Stephen, make me your whore." He entered you all at once and a muffled moan escaped your lips. Supreme was quick to claim your mouth turning your head to him and shoving his cock deep down your throat. Defender took your hand and brought it to his cock and you stroked him. The sound of the three Stephens moaning at the pleasure you were giving them mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh was enough of a trigger to bring you to the brink of another orgasm. Stephen fucked you so hard hitting your g spot with precision like only he knew how to do. He pounded his cock so hard reaching depths you didn't even know he could reach, sweat running down his neck tracing the veins there, skin red from his arousing, hair always perfect now messy falling over his forehead.

You moaned around Supreme's cock taking it out of your mouth to breathe "Stephen, you're gonna make me cum. Please, don't make me cum yet." He chuckled, stopping the thrusts and dropping your leg, pulling you in for a kiss. "You're too good, sweetheart" He breathed "Its so hard to stop when all I want its to fuck you until I cum inside you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, surrendering to his passionate kisses. "I know, love."

He pulled away reluctantly for you to get up and you threw yourself into Defender's arms who patiently waited for his turn. "I want you to ride me, baby." He stated between passionate kisses.

You nodded as he wrapped you by the waist and leaned his back against the headboard, "I am all yours, baby, use me." You positioned yourself on top of him smiling from ear to ear, your hand directing his cock at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself, your cunt slowly engulfing him. He hissed at the feel of your hot wet cunt wrapping his cock, his eyes fixed where the two of you met watching until you swallowed him whole, your cunt squeezing him tight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started moving first slowly and then faster, his hands firmly on your ass helping you keep your pace, bouncing you on his cock. Both of you gasping with pleasure, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone and hair, giving you a delicious friction. Your fingers gripping his hair and pulling hard, he hissed, unraveling beneath you. Defender was so soft, he loved when you took control and rode him at your pace, he loved it when you pulled his hair or showered him with bites and hickeys.

You increased the pace of your movements on top of him, squeezing his cock with your pelvic muscles in the way he adored and soon he was panting and moaning loudly and you knew he was too close.

You stopped at once and he complained "No, baby, don't stop" You kissed his lips tenderly "Not yet, Stephen." You dismounted him facing the two Stephens who were waiting their turn with you. All your shyness had completely disappeared. "I want two Stephens now. Supreme can have my ass, I know you love it." He smirked satisfied talking to Stephen "Where do you keep the condoms, Doctor?" Stephen pointed to the wardrobe and Supreme got up to fetch it and came back with lube and a packet of condoms.

He stopped beside the bed "Come here, honey, help me put this on." You took his dick in your hands stroking him. He took a condom, opening the package quickly and putting it on the tip of his cock, you helped to unroll the latex with your hands. He poured some lube over the condom. "Lie on your stomach, love. I'll stretch you a little."

You gladly obeyed "Come here, Stephen. You can have my mouth."

Stephen sat up and you lay between his legs taking his cock in your mouth, he greedily grabbed your hair moving your head up and down his length and groaning loudly watching satisfied as Supreme poured lube on your ass and rubbed it with his hands, his fingers penetrating the entrance of your ass, stretching you patiently first with one finger, then with two and then forcing the head of his cock. You moaned in satisfaction as he slowly penetrated you until he was balls deep in your ass. You never felt pain with Supreme. "Fuck, she has such a tight ass." He said and the two Stephens hissed in agreement and loving to watch. "I can barely move"

Stephen chuckled and you missed something Defender stated.

"I know how to take care of my girl, Defender" You hummed. Stephen tsked allowing you to take his dick out of your mouth. "Don’t fight, please" You groaned as Supreme increased the speed of his thrusts forcing himself against you.

He fucked you very slow, both thighs wrapped around yours, his hands opening your ass cheeks, his cock penetrating you in a steady pace going all the way to the bottom and then pulling out fully. "Okay honey I think you're ready."

Stephen cupped your face and kissed you “That’s it sweetheart, make me proud”

"Defender, you can go first, I want to watch"

He pulled away and Defender came over kissing you sweetly "How do you want me baby?" You smiled on his lips pushing him to sit on the bed, you put your legs over his hips, your hand directing his rock hard cock at your entrance and you went down letting him penetrate you fully "Just like that, I love to ride you Stephen" He groaned as you tightened your pelvic muscles around him, he loved it when you did that "Yeah, is it good?" He teased cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You lifted up until he was almost out and then tightened your muscles again, lowering yourself very slowly making his eyes almost roll back in his head "Fuck baby, you have such a tight cunt, I love when you do that" You did it again and wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips moving down your neck sucking the skin till leave purple marks. You both moaned enjoying the little moment you were having.

Supreme approached claiming you, he turned your head to kiss you, his kiss a little rougher indicating his jealousy "Come here, Stephen. Fuck my ass while I ride Defender." He smirked and Defender grabbed your waist, lying in his back allowing you to lean forward. Supreme positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock rubbing your ass entrance and forcing slowly.

"Okay honey, let me know if you need me to stop." You nodded. Your hands firm on the pillows, trapping Defender's head, who kept still waiting to make sure they weren't going to hurt you.

You moaned loudly when Supreme managed to get it all in and you felt so full of both, the sensation was new and heady. "Oh my god you two feel so good inside of me like that. Please move."

You remained still letting them move in a very steady and sensual pace. Defender slowly started to thrust upwards and Supreme was gaining confidence to thrust a little bit faster. You knew the two were holding back "Guys I need more. You won't hurt me, just fuck me, please" Defender nodded and increased the pace of the thrusts "Fuck baby you are so tight right now, it feels so good." You groaned in response, unable to form any words, Supreme proceeded to fuck you with a delicious roughness, one hand firm on your hip and the other in your hair wrapping it around your hand and pulling hard. You knew you couldn't take much longer, the stimulation was too strong, it was too delicious and you were already on the verge of orgasm.

"I am so close, love, please I need you guys to cum with me." Defender moaned into your lips and you could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside you and you squeezed it with your cunt "Cum with me baby" He pulled you to his lips groaning and you both succumbed to the climax, his cum pushed inside you with the force of his thrusts until he stopped. Supreme moaned loudly pulling your back against his chest, he turned your face to him to kiss you.

"Fuck honey, I'm cuming" Your legs were still shaking with the intensity of your high as he stopped, his cock buried deep inside your ass. Their breaths slowly returned to normal. Supreme kissed your lips one more time before he pulled away, getting up from the bed and getting rid of the used condom. You dismounted from Defender and he turned to kiss your forehead affectionately and also rose from the bed.

You threw yourself on the bed and Stephen lay there with you, he caressed your face smirking "Don't tell me you’re already tired" You smiled still dizzy with the orgasm. He kissed your lips lightly "You've been such a good girl to us, I'm so proud of you sweetheart" You wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

"I want to have your ass too, can I?"

You nodded and he walked away to get ready. You were only partially aware of things around you. Defender had gone back to the bedroom and sat in the farthest armchair determined to enjoy the show, Supreme however returned to the bed claiming your lips "I still want to fuck you, honey, do you think you can make me hard again?" You grinned mischievously as you run your hands down his chest, he was relaxed but not totally flaccid. Supreme was insatiable. You held him and licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, the other hand caressed his balls and you flicked your tongue on his pink fat head. He hissed twitching "Fuck, you do this so good, honey" You could feel him slowly hardening with your administrations.

Stephen went back to bed and patted his backside "Okay Sweetheart on your hands and knees for me" You promptly complied and he poured some lube on your ass massaging with his trembling hands and penetrating you first with one finger and then two. You moaned around Supreme's cock feeling him rubbing his cock at your entrance and forcing slowly into your ass "You have such a tight ass sweetheart, its so good."

He started to move slowly putting everything in and then taking it out leaving just the head and repeating, playing with you until you started moving your hips against him begging him to fuck you properly. He got the message and started to thrust against you hard, the sound of skin against skin joining with the wet sound of your mouth sucking Supreme's cock which was now completely hard and ready for you again. You took his cock out of your mouth and looked at him, his blue eyes were fixed on the sex scene in front of him, you moaned loudly pulling him to your lips "Do you like what you see?" He nodded, "Surprisingly yes, honey. I want to join you. You're mine too." You nodded "I am, Stephen. All yours."

Stephen increased the rhythm of the thrusts, the bed creaked and he moaned loudly without any shame, totally lost in his own pleasure until he reluctantly stopped "Want to join us Supreme? Pick her up." Supreme stood up promptly pulling you onto his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck, you looked so small compared to Stephen's size. He held you easily with one arm and used his other hand to direct his cock inside your cunt.

He wrapped his arms under your thighs, balancing your weight and holding you steady. Stephen came right behind you, one arm tight around your waist, with the other hand he directed his cock back to your ass and gravity did the rest. You moaned loudly while bouncing on the two Stephens cocks, you doubted you ever felt more sexually fulfilled than that night being fucked by three versions of the man you loved.

It didn’t take long though

"Fuck guys you two feel so good inside me, I won't last its just too good."

Stephen buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath and moans indicating that he was also close, the two of them were. As much as Supreme didn't want to let it show, he was getting tired, his face red, his forehead bathed in sweat. You bounced in their cocks faster and greedily determined to make them come with you "Please Stephen, I want you to cum inside me. Both of you”

Stephen groaned nibbling your ear. Supreme buried his face on your breasts, their moans mixing and turning into groans and grunts.

"Fuck Stephen I cuming" Your entire body trembled and convulsed in their laps surrendering to their pleasure and it was enough to drag Stephen and Supreme along with you, both cuming inside you and showering you with praises saying what a good girl you were and how well you had taken their cocks and how proud they were of you.

Stephen kissed your shoulder sweetly and stepped away getting rid of the condom. Supreme lowered you slowly to the floor, but your legs gave out and he picked you up in his lap and gently placed you on the bed. He touched your face sweetly, hands trembling and rough contrasting to the softness your skin. "Happy birthday" You grimaced touching his face but relented "That was the best birthday surprise of my life."

You didn't notice the movement in the room. Stephen had prepared a hot bath for you, after all there was no way you could sleep with your body covered in sweat and the fluids of three Stephens. Defender approached you, he was dressed in his sweatpants and he was hard. You went to grab him but he took your hand and brought it to his lips kissing it gently "It's okay baby, you had enough for one night. Let me take care of you."

You nodded and although you couldn't see the state of your neck and shoulders covered in bite marks and hickeys you could feel your skin sensitive and sore.

He used magic to get rid of all the bruises, his white magic felt warm and cozy "Much better now, don't you think?" You nodded.

Stephen came back from the bathroom dressed in his pajama bottoms "Bath is ready, Defender" Defender picked you up and carried you to the bathroom as he did before except now you felt exhausted but completely satisfied. Supreme took care of getting the dirty sheets out of the way and putting clean sheets on the bed and Defender took care of you so lovingly you'd swear you could melt at his touch.

After the bath you put on comfy pajamas and was combing your hair when your stomach rumbled embarrassingly.

Stephen hugged your from behind chuckling "I'll order pizza, what do you think?"

You nodded smiling and turning to kiss his lips and before they could go down and everything could go back to normal you reached to Supreme's and Defender’s hand "Thank you for loving me" Supreme smiled openly "No honey, thank you for loving us" Defender kissed the back of your hand sweetly "And happy birthday, baby"

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months

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I've talked of a few different variants of bby... so I think it's time I introduced another one. This one is based on a few dreams I've had, where I've ended up in odd situations that feel like I've been hippity-hoppiting through different Marvel worlds and realities, meeting the platonic yans in different settings, and sometimes being chased and/or trying to avoid them throughout the world of the dream... So may I present... the TimeWarp!bby!

This bby is someone who comes from an alternate universe, which is no longer around, so has ended up caught in the other Marvel universes. Now, you can imagine being in any mainstream world, be it 616, the MCU, one of the animated series or anime, or another one, as long as it sticks to the platonic yans being their regular selves in that world (as in, still heroes/villains/etc.). This bby has seen a lot. They've been to a lot of places, and been a part of many events, too. But... that doesn't mean they had it easy. They lost their original world, their birth universe, so they have no set home. With nowhere to go, and no ID or family or housing, they kinda end up wandering around the current universe like a hitchhiker/hobo. The few pieces they have of their previous life are kept in a worn mini backpack they carry, and they wear a satchel containing their phone, what bit of money they have, and a few miscellaneous items. How did they end up like this? Well... they're a mutant, or something, of the sort. Their ability is an odd one, and seems to have no limit. This ability? It's reality-shifting, or a type of it, that allows them to adapt to the world and people around them. They can warp through the fabric of the universes, and take on any mutant ability, as long as they want it and can see it demonstrated.

This causes them trouble. The platonic yans have caused them grief in the past, namely, they're the reason the reader has to move from place to place without stopping. The reader has met a few different versions of the heroes and villains, and have been hunted out of fear of their power. This has led the reader to have severe trust issues, trauma, insomnia, and a disassociation problem. Due to how they have been through enough past worlds and experiences to make them doubt their sanity, and to help stabilize their power, they have to take medication. This medicine could be anything from minor to major. I imagine it is in pill form.

The reader does end up as a mythic figure in some hero and villain circles; even in some cities or nations, where they've been stuck navigating. This has earned them a few ghost stories, mainly saying if someone is lost or needs help, a weary wanderer will come by, when no one is around. They will offer a piece of advice; maybe even a small piece of information, but always odd or cryptic; and then, just like that, they'll leave, back to wherever they go when the area is busy... The heroes and villains have tried numerous ways to capture the reader, from baiting them out to pretending to want to help them to even running them off to the point of near collapse. And then... the reader disappears. No one can figure it out. Where did they go? What are they doing? Is the world in danger?

And the reader just ends up in a small pocket dimension. A place that is solely for them. It is an empty version of their birth world, but it only exists as long as they are alive. They can relax in a little diner attached to a library and school/college, filled with potted plants and a warm atmosphere and food that appears whenever they're hungry. It's... not home, but it's the closest they've had to one in a long time. Finally, they can rest and recover from everything that's happened to them...

After a while, possibly a few months to a year or a few years, the heroes and villains are enjoying the fact they no longer have to fear the threat of the reader. They can all keep doing what what they please, and the looming threat of the reader's power won't hang over them anymore... But then... one or two of the heroes and villains slip through something. A small tear in reality. And they wind up in a misty, quiet world. All is empty, not a noise to be heard or a person to be seen. It's dimly lit, and darkness creeps around the edges. They wander the abandoned world, until they find the only place that seems to be alive: a home of sorts, with a pale bit of light inside. When they enter, they find a worrying sight... the reader. Who seems to be the worse for wear. It leaves them feeling... uneasy. This is their foe? The thing there feared? It's... it's just... a teen.

They feel conflicted, and seem to reach the realization that they've been chasing a child all this time, with the threat to kill them if it was needed. And they feel sick. How could they not? Concern eats at them, and they gently try to wake the reader up. They need to apologize. They need to get them somewhere safe, back to their group, where they can help them. And once they've shaken the reader awake... they recognize them... And run...

The reader ends up escaping from their pocket dimension, ending up back in the Marvel universe/s. The two heroes and villains who found them end up back where they were before the reality tear transported them, and they rush off to tell the heroes and villains that they need to stop and help the poor kid they've been chasing.

This leads to various hero and villain teams trying to help (read: kidnap) the reader to apologize, and to help them recover. The groups fight each other over which one can take the reader, only for the reader to always escape in the chaos. The groups have all tried to entice the reader out, to allow them to help them, only to have a terrified reader dart in the other direction. So, they decide they need to... use a new tactic...

Even if their bby doesn't want their help, they need it. And even if they are apologizing for the rest of their lives, they will make sure their bby feels safe and well, providing anything they need and trying to be the family they should have been from the start. It doesn't matter if their bby can't trust them... they'll keep proving they're sorry and make it up to them... and if they have to forcefully help their bby... they promise they'll be gentle...

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p1nkch3rries · 2 years

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 • 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

TRAVELING THROUGH THE MULTIVERSE has to be one of the most extraordinary and dangerous things a person can do. It can cause an incursion, which means the destruction of one or more universes. Some people like America Chavez can do it without worrying about such a thing happening. However, that's because only one America Chavez exists in the grand calculus of the multiverse.

Now there is a safe way to cross into another universe without risking the lives of billions, but we'll get to that later. Let us focus on the now, in a universe known as Earth-616. Let us follow the journey of one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes, who will be assigned on one of her most challenging missions yet. Let us put our attention on a young mutant girl named Y/n L/n.

Earth appears above the center of the table, specifically a hologram of Earth. Around this table sits Wong, Dr. Strange, and Y/n as they watch the planet rotate around, showing the same seven continents. Y/n sits in confusion, wondering why she had to stop her training abruptly for an emergency meeting. An emergency meeting that right now consists of watching the Earth rotate. After a moment of silence and confusion, Strange stands and gestures to the hologram.

"This is Earth-112086, and this universe is one completely different than our own. Every person that lives on our planet is entirely non-existent in this universe. And because of this, the spike in multiversal anomalies has increased in the last few months. We have reason to believe that some of our strongest enemies are using this world as a means of escape. Luckily for us, they are only escaping to one country, which would be Earth-112086's version of Japan. Now-"

Strange's monologue abruptly stops when his mouth is shut closed by red energy that eventually disappears. "Sorry, but the only way to get you to shut up is by doing that. Anyways, what you're saying right now is making no sense and quite frankly is stupid." Y/n states.

"What don't you understand? I think I'm explaining this perfectly." Strange argues, slightly annoyed by the girl's antics.

"What I don't understand is that most, if not all, of our enemies are usually mutants, magical creatures, and sometimes even gods. If they have powers and are going into another universe to hide, wouldn't they just get caught and killed? I mean, I doubt other universes take kindly to people who have powers. Our universe barely does." Y/n responds.

The tension in the room rose after Y/n uttered her last sentence. Everyone in the room knew of the young girl's distaste towards how society treats mutants; honestly, they couldn't blame her. Y/n was abandoned entirely by her parents when her powers started showing, and she was left to fend for herself until S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers took her in.

"Y/n, I think you want to listen to what Stephen has to say. I believe this universe will interest you more than you think." Wong calmly states.

"Thank you, Wong. And also, if you had let me continue talking, I might have been able to answer your question."

Y/n slightly rolled her eyes, quietly apologized, and let Strange continue his previous explanation.

"As I was saying, this universe is completely different from our own, and another difference is that 80% of the population in this world has powers. That's the reason our enemies can slip past and go unnoticed. However, Wong and I have come up with a solution. America, you can let them in now."

Everyone's attention turns toward the door that opens and the four people that walk in. The only person that Y/n seemed to recognize was her close friend America, who appeared to be eating some well-made dangos. Where she got the Japanese dumplings from, Y/n couldn't say.

The young girl's attention was quickly removed from the sweet treat when she noticed the mouse dressed in a suit. Now, this isn't her first experience with animals that can communicate like humans, but it wasn't like she was used to it.

Y/n then focuses on the 7-foot man made of muscle, wearing a red, white, and blue costume. It reminded her of Sam or Steve's suits if they were into flashy, skintight attire. This man also seemed to have a permanent smile resting on his face.

Lastly, Y/n looked over at the worn-out-looking man, who seemed exhausted and had terrible dry eyes. His clothes were simple and baggy, and his hair was messy and unkempt. Just then, Y/n noticed the earpieces in all three of their ears, which seemed to be one of Stark's inventions. Tony used those earpieces to help with language barriers whenever he had to meet with people outside of the US.

Now, Y/n really was wondering where these interesting people came from and why they were here.

"Let me introduce you to Nezu, All Might, and Aizawa. These three are trusted people from Earth-112086 and are here to help with this multiversal problem. America was kind enough to use her powers to bring them over to us." Wong explains.

"Speaking of America, what's with the food? We're in a middle of a crucial meeting." Strange asks.

"Rule number two of multiverse travel: find food." America answers with a smirk, holding up her dango and taking a bite. She was completely unfazed by the glances her way since she knew that if any of them wanted to go home, they would need her power to take them back. Also, it wasn't her fault that she gets hungry when she uses her power.

"Anyways, Y/n, these three are heroes in their world, and with their and the Hero Commission's help, we have come up with a mission that only you can do."

Wong's statement makes Y/n tense up a bit, not liking where this meeting was heading. She knew the only way to stop their enemies from traveling to Earth-112086 was by going into that universe herself. But the last thing she wanted to do was go into a completely different world alone and rely on the trust of a bunch of people she didn't even know.

Y/n's rushing thoughts were interrupted when Nezu started speaking to her. "Your mentor Stephen Strange here has told us about your powers and battle experience, and it's honestly quite impressive! People as young as you in our universe usually aren't out and about saving the world. Those reasons are why we think you are the perfect candidate to help fix this multiversal problem! I hope you are willing to help."

"Well, I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea of going into another universe by myself, but if doing so means helping your people and protecting the multiverse, then who am I to say no. So, what exactly do you need me to do?" Y/n asks, eyes flashing red for a split second. She started feeling more comfortable around these new people after she read their minds. Of course, she didn't dig too deep; she just did a quick sweep in their heads to make sure there were no ulterior motives.

"I love your dedication to helping others, Young L/N! Your mission requires you to pose as a student in Japan's #1 school in heroics, U.A. High School!" All Might exclaimed.

"While posing as a student, you'll also collect intel on any information that could connect with these anomalies. You'll have the help of the teachers that work at U.A. and the help of the top 10 pro heroes in Japan. There will be weekly meetings you'll have with your mentors to go over your information. We're counting on you to help keep our world safe as you have done with yours." Aizawa says.

'Cool... No pressure at all.'

Even though Y/n was nervous, she knew she had to shake those nerves off if she wanted this mission to go by smoothly. Mainly since so many people were depending on her success. She took a deep breath and gave her best smile.

"I appreciate you three for trusting me with such a task. I'll do my best!"

"All I'm saying is that it's weird that he can shoot webs! Like, are we 100% sure he doesn't shoot webs out of his butt?"

Y/n laughed a bit at America's comment about the famous web-slinging hero. She didn't know why the brunette was so weirded out by the idea of someone with spider-like abilities, but she did find it funny to hear her talking about it. Currently, America was helping Y/n pack a bag for her travel to another world, and the only reason she was helping was to hang out with her close friend before she had to go.

"I'm telling you, America, Spiderman shoots his webs from his wrists. However, I do hope that's the only place they come from."

While Y/n was distracted, America sneaked a polaroid into the bag's front pocket. The picture was of the two girls, slightly covered in sauce, holding their poorly made version of pizza balls as they smiled. It was probably America's favorite picture of Y/n since it showed her forgetting all her troubles and being happy. America loves it when Y/n is happy.

"Well, that seems to be everything. Thank you for helping me pack, and I really appreciate it." Y/n says, smiling at America.

"I'm going to miss you, and your little wiggly woos a lot. Also, I will not be able to hang out without anyone besides boring old people who can do sorcery. So, whenever you come around, please come and see me!"

"I will, I promise. And of course, I'll miss you too and your eccentric personality. Now, let's go! I rather not keep the adults waiting."

Y/n grabbed her newly packed bag and walked out of her room with America. They both made their way over to their mentors and the pro heroes, signaling that Y/n was ready to leave. She gave America, Strange, and Wong one last hug and told them that she was going to be just fine. However, when she hugged Strange, he whispered some encouraging words into her ear.

"Go kick some ass, kid. I know you won't disappoint."

And with that, America opened the portal to Earth-112086, and Y/n walked through, leaving with her new temporary guardians.

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