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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello! When is the next part of first times coming up? Anyways, I love your fanfics sooooo much <3 thanks for making this community so much better 🫶

Hey hey hey @ant0weems !! It’s right here!!! Thank you for your caring words 💞 I do my best, babes <333 —Added request from @principal-weems09 : “Strap on maybe? Please please please your work is amazing” Thank you all for your patience. This one’s a lot… Hope you Enjoy ♥️

First Times Ch 5: Higher Level of Involvement ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!& Sorcereress!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, smut, loving and intimate sex, strap-fucking (R receiving), enchanted strap, Sorcery(R), mistress kink, praise kink, first time penetration for reader, kissing, tears, unhappy cliffhanger, etc.

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“I’d like to do something new with you today, my Dear…” Larissa hummed, “not intense, but a level up. I’d like to take care of you today, Darling.”

You shuddered lightly at the prospect of this new, mysterious thing.

“Yes please, mistress…”

Larissa hummed in satisfaction at you using the correct term.

“Already off to a good start with your manners, sweet girl…” Larissa purred.

Larissa then stood up from her desk chair and walked over to your sitting frame. She lended you a hand, which you happily took, as you stood up, flush up against the tall, blonde.

“To the bedroom…?” She seductively hummed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Please mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa took you by the hand to her private quarters.

“Your mistress is going to take such good care of you, my darling…” she cooed, closing the door to her bedroom behind you.

With the morning all to yourselves, you two took your time undressing each other. The blondes hands caringly caressed your frame, slowly removing each article of clothing. You did the same, unzipping the woman’s dress, letting it pool on the ground. Both your undergarments were next to go, then leaving you both standing in front of each other, nude. Larissa guided you to the back of the bed until you fell backwards onto the mattress.

“Wait here, love.”

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered.

Larissa then disappeared into her closet for a while, before coming back out. She was adorning a purple 6in strap. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched at the sight.

This certainly was a step up…

“Color, Sweet girl…?” Larissa lovingly checked in.

“Green Mistress.” You confirmed.

“Good girl…” Larissa cooed, now crawling onto the bed.

She easily guided you into the middle of the bed, spreading your legs, only to reveal your slick cunt. The blonde then reached over to the bedside table, and she grabbed a bottle of lube. This relieved the tightness in your chest a bit. She applied the lube onto the faux cock generously, before placing the bottle back on the nightstand.

Larissa then positioned herself above you, lining her dick up with your aching hole.

“Wait…” you muttered, suddenly being hit with an idea.

“What? What’s the matter?” Larissa quickly and concerningly asked, pulling away.

“No no, it’s okay…” you reassured her, pulling the blonde back to you and her cock back against your entrance, “I just had an idea…”

“Oh…?”

You then muttered a spell underneath your breath.

“I enchanted it.” You breathed out with a grin.

Larissa’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. And without another word, she began to push into you. You both groaned out in unison, Larissa being able to feel your walls with the strap-on enchantment and you being new to the feeling of being so full.

“Oh my… Oh—” you choked out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as the woman slowly filled your tight hole.

“Breathe, sweet girl, breathe…” Larissa caringly whispered, “The pain will subside, I promise…”

You did your best to take deep breaths. Your hands clawed against the blonde bare back, as your whole body pulsed in pleasure as the woman’s dick finally bottomed you out. Larissa stayed there until you gave the go ahead. You felt so fucking full, but there was aching pain in your core that needed subsiding. Larissa let out a low groan at how your walls were fluttering around her dick.

“I… can you… move mistress… please…?” You stuttered.

Larissa nodded lovingly as she began to slowly pull back and then back into you. Your breathing was staggered and your cheeks were flushed red. Low groans fell from both your lips, your skins slapping each other slowly.

“Such a good girl… taking me so well…” Larissa praised you, fucking you into the mattress slowly and lovingly.

It felt intimate…

It felt loving…

It felt vulnerable..

She continued to thrust into you, speeding up just a little bit, making you whimper and breathily moan out even more. Her sounds got louder and more lewd as well.

“This alright, love…?” Larissa breathily groaned.

“Yes yes yes, mistress…!” You breathily chanted, “please so good…!”

At one point, her thrusting slowed back down again, eliciting a whimper from your lips. Larissa met your gaze with care and dare you say— love…?

“I’d like to swing your left leg over my shoulder, sweet girl… Would that be alright?” She breathed out, struggling to string her words together, as her mind was so far in the pleasure of fucking you.

“Yes please, please mistress…” you panted.

The blonde then hooked your left leg around her shoulder and began her thrustings once more. This time, her dick was hitting a whole new part of your throbbing cunt. More mewls and moans spilled from your lips. Larissa was pushing you and her both closer and closer to the edge. A few more slow, intentional, deep thrusts from the blonde, brought your right to the edge. And Larissa herself right alongside you.

“Sweet Girl, I can feel your walls fluttered like mad around my dick…” Larissa breathily moaned, “Wanna cum for your mistress…?”

You nodded vigorously, screwing your eyes tight shut and scratching up the blondes back even more.

“Wanna cum…! Wanna cum mistress please…!!” You pleaded.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart… And cum for me…”

Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of the blonde goddess above you. She sent you over the edge. Her heavy breathing… Her glazed over, caring eyes…. Her trembling lips… Her luscious, cascading, platinum locks…

You came with sweet cries, licking your legs around Larissa’s waist, as she fucked you through your high. She started to slow down afterwards, but you stayed connected to her, shaking your head.

“Want you to cum…” you breathlessly mewled, “inside me… please mistress…”

Larissa’s eyes widened and she gulped. She wanted nothing more. And how could she refuse you… So, the blonde continued to thrust into you, about to reach her high.

“Make me yours…” you pleaded, “Wanna be yours mistress please…!”

Larissa’s breath hitched. Back to what she had deflected earlier. Commitment…

“Are you sure, love…?” Larissa nervously whispered.

“Yes yes yes, please I’m yours, take me…” you whimpered, pleading to the blonde with your eyes.

But before Larissa could get another thought in, she came with a guttural moan. You moaned right alongside her, seeing the blonde in such ecstasy above you. The blonde collapsed beside you, panting heavily and stunned, trying to process everything that’s happening. Silence took the room, before Larissa began,

“Darling I—”

“I can’t just be the servant to your mistress…” you breathed out, interrupting Larissa.

Larissa gulped. You sat up and looked over to the blonde.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not who you are to me. I… I don’t mind the pet name during sex, but you mean more to me than that outside the bedroom…” you admitted.

Larissa sat up as well, still adorning the strap, meeting your gaze with pursed lips and a slight blush. She sighed. She had to ask. Ask the question she’d been avoiding the answer to.

“What do I mean to you then?”

“I’m… I’m not sure… But it’s more than just sex…” you whispered.

Larissa gulped. She looked away.

“You’re a student and I’m the headmistress… I shouldn’t have started this in the first place… It’s evident that with feelings around, this should be ended… I’m sorry…”

What…?

A wave of emotions washed over you. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Betrayal. Loss. Your eyes began to water. You had to get out of here before you started crying.

“Fine.” You muttered, getting up and quickly putting on your clothes.

You were gone in a matter of minutes. And that’s when the guilt hit Larissa. She’d fucked you and then left you high and dry. She hadn’t helped you out of your sub-like space. She hadn’t cared for you afterwards. She’d just fucking deflected again. She’d been a fucking coward. And now you were gone.

What had she done…??

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Chapter 6 ~Work in Progress… (Happy ending coming, I promise!!!) 😚

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

yandere rhaenyra x sorceress fem reader (light yandere not really dark preferably) headcanons or another format if you like. -reader can possibly have kids w/ her (which might help when rhaenyra is with laenor is you make her a sorceress from descended from old Valeryia so has the targaryen look & later she can be the one to get pregnant if wanted) -she could also be a dragon rider at one point -viscerys may even love her no matter what the hightowers say because she has magic from old valaryia (might give her more influence than the hightowers do) -meaning rhaenyra could stay in the keep. - laenor stays or you make them get with daemon (or they get together privately if you want to keep laena alive cause the reader can save her)

- reader even be able to save jeoffry I'm going to stop with my ideas as they may go on and on, sorry this was so long I got carried away (I or someone else, or you if you want may be able to turn this into a full on story one day)! Some side platonic yandere shorts could be made from this

hey lovie! so happy to receive this request it was very fun to write :) <3 i would be happy to write more detail in a fic but unfortunately i couldn't go too in depth on this current post but if i do write one up i will tag you :)

pronouns: she/her warnings: both sfw and nsfw sections

SFW

now as a blueprint i'm going to go through a little thought process of reader & rhaenyra

i went down the route of reader keeping majority to Valyrian lore

and i think in this case Rhaenyra would be more of an obsessing yandere

lets say that reader is a descendant of Valyrian blood, perhaps her family escaped The Doom because they foresaw it, perhaps later aligning with Aegon I as he conquered Westeros so long as he kept their family a secret and so he ensured both their safety and their stay under his rule

however things sour after he has passed and they flee

they become a mere rumour and legend which King Viserys ends up telling to his children with fervent delight, dreaming of the day they might return

Rhaenyra drinks this up not only because it is intriguing but also because the beautiful artwork he shows to her look magnificent, fire encircling them and blood locking their promises

she will have pretended as a little girl to be one of these sorcerers, twirling with her mother in patterns befitting ceremonies and copying their olden styles

however as she gets older she pretends to forget the mysterious sorcerers and instead focuses on maintaining her title as heir, demanding the same respect she is sure her ancestors' dear allies must have

and yet one night, when she is tending to her courtly duties, she hears the most humorous little rumour

that there is a witch among the grounds, they whisper

and then it is brought up at a council meeting and her blood heats, a gasp drawing from her mouth in match with the Queen's

they both share a glance, recalling the games they had played as children before the pattering of feet

they expect to see a fearful lamb pleading for sanctuary but instead they find you

beautiful, regal you

Rhaenyra thinks you look more a Queen than either of them and she stands in respect, shocking the court

the men around you gape but you simply smirk in approval "Your grace," You greet, only holding contact with her as you curtsy only so slightly

Alicent coughs and stands also, determined to maintain composure

you explain that you have been orphaned and bring forth the written promise of Aegon I to care for your little family

Alicent requests proof with a concerned stiff expression and you gladly provide

with the flick of your wrist you summon a dragonglass candle from the skirt of your dress and stare deep into the spot in which a wick should be placed

in a flash it alights and broadens before your eyes

gasps enrapture but again you snap your sights on Rhaenyra and only Rhaenyra

she gives the barest of nod "we...hope you enjoy the comforts of court." she merely says and instructs her own personal guard to escort you to the guest chambers closest to her own

she can't get the image of your self-assured expression out of her mind

you are utterly bewitching with your snowy hair and tussled skirts

her sights linger on the ankle that peaks through as you hike up your said skirts

Alicent clears her throat and gives a pointed stare but it takes all of Rhaenyra's self control to settle herself back in her chair but everyone at the table share wary glances

she doesn't see you again until late the next day, requesting your presence for dinner and conveniently forgetting that her husband will be off for a hunt with his...dear friend

excitement shoots through her in powered waves

however she is disappointed to learn that her father too has requested your presence and her family have decided upon a collective dinner so that they may all meet the curious sorceress

Viserys is instantly engaging conversation with you the moment you sit down and before that, greets you in a warm embrace

he is a curious man who knows you too must carry the stories of your ancestors and he is eager to learn

for most of the evening Rhaenyra watches in curiosity, watching how your hair sways and your angelic features resemble her most ardent dreams

she has to restrain herself, grip tightening on her fork

it's that night that she makes her intentions clear to you and she's relieved to see your acceptance

Rhaenyra Targaryen is not one to hide her emotions nor her desires

your relationship is turned into a powerful storm of heat and danger, Otto's eyes narrowing everytime you enter a room

he proclaims you as a most unholy being and one to be banished which Viserys does not take kindly too

instead he is sent far away and Alicent is brought to the highest frustration as you attend almost every family outing or event with Rhaenyra proud at your side in the space her husband used to occupy

if anyone even slightly threatens or questions your presence at court she will be quick to scold and imprison them

going so far as to threaten their head

it's late in your coupling that you whisper sweet words in her ears, describing the imagery of her father's crown atop her head and a child born of you both

she knows all of your family's hidden secrets by now and while she and Laenor have not been graced with an heir by the Gods, you offer both a dream and solution

instead of accepting your offer of fertility in regards to her husband, she tucks back your hair and caresses your face

her lips dip down on yours and then breathes into your ear three sweet word "I want yours," she slips her kisses down your neck and presses your palm to her soft stomach

once the babe is born it doesn't matter whose dominant genes he inherits because with a gentle stroke of his hair it can turn as pale as winter snow

some may still question the child's true parentage considering the early birth and supposed consummation's circumstances do not quite align

but it matters not for your future Queen is determined to instil the confidence of a monarch

where Rhaenyra's tendencies come in I think she could become very smothering and clingy, sticking to you every possible moment that she is able

i could see this being a big relief for both Viserys and Laenor

Viserys' line will be continued and his daughter is happy, he wants to preserve this happiness, if you did request to return to your original home or to wander elsewhere i could see him suddenly developing a 'very important' project that he needs your assistance with

i think Laenor would also attempt to keep you close with his wife

i think i could picture Rhaenyra tricking you into a traditional Valyrian wedding or at least attempting to without explaining the possible repercussions of this

she's impulsive and devoted to you, nothing is out of her sphere of protection

her presence engulfs you with sweet words and soft promises

in this au i could imagine a much happier Rhaenyra in all aspects but it also means giving her the daughter she has always wished for

even more, she adores the fact that you are beside her while whichever one of you births the beautiful darlings with hair so regal and beauty gifted from you

NSFW

she's all too eager to pleasure you

you are the most magnificent beautiful and powerful being she has ever witnessed and she want to show you in every lewd and respectable way she can imagine

her most ardent desire however is the promise you whisper against her soft thighs, speaking of golden crowns and forsaking your duties in favour of delighting your Queen

her favourite though is when you sink your fingers between her lower lips and glide your tongue along her slick

the way your nails tickle her thighs and slide up to pebble her nipples and playing with those sensitive buds

she likes to let go with you

it's freeing to be finally enact upon the fantasies of her teenhood

she says often and plays with the words of you bewitching her, it sends a delightful shiver down her spine

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[rmoonstoner]

Opalescent Dreamer

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Warnings:

18+ smut, P in V sex, cream pie, scratching, angst, fluff, mentions of decay and rot, death, danger, more confusing Multiversal shit, sorry.

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Summary:

Holy shit, it's chapter two! Reader escapes with Rehydrated Khonshu and the boys. Smut in the chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Leap Of Faith

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Jake spent the night with you, with you curled against his frame. Nothing sexual happened. You had a mental breakdown, and he refused to go back to his own room. That ended up in him holding you and rubbing your back while you cried. He tried to whisper to you that everything would be alright, but you both knew it wasn't so. You ended up in his lap, clinging to him until you passed out on top of him.

Sometime near the crack of dawn, he stirred under you, and you woke up to the sounds of a soft voice mumbling about how warm and comfortable you were. At first you didn't think anything of it, that is until you heard a surprised gasp, and the man jerked about while trying to get out from under you. Your natural response was to tug on him, dragging him closer.

"What the bloody hell..?" Steven's voice mumbled softly, both of his hands shot up and out stretched away from you, like he had been caught doing something terrible.

"Steven..?" You yawned his name, and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and his bare chest, forgetting that Steven probably had no idea how he had gotten into your bed. You knew Jake must have carried you there and gone to sleep with you afterwards.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do, because now Steven was overly flustered, and from your position of being directly on top of him, you could feel it. He was only in his sweatpants and he was baffled as to how he got there in the first place.

"What am I doing here, love? How did I get here?" Steven asked while he gently placed his hands on your back.

"I had a meltdown last night." Was all that you could say. You kept your face hidden against his neck, feeling his pulse quicken.

"Oh… Are you alright?" He gently asked, and you nodded and sighed. You bet anything he wanted you to let him go, so you tried to move, but surprisingly, he wouldn't let you get up. Steven swallowed thickly, followed by clearing his throat.

"Did… Did we do anything last night? Did Marc get drunk again?" He asked with an extreme amount of caution. He figured Marc had finally had enough of dancing around you, pretending that he didn't like you.

"No." You replied shyly. Steven blinked and thought about it for a second. He would have asked Marc, but his alter was still deeply asleep in the headspace.

"Then why am I shirtless?"

"Uh, because I was outside, smoking weed to try and calm my nerves. It did not work, and I sent myself into a panic attack. You came outside like this, no shoes on, and saw me, then just didn't go back to your room." You meekly replied.

"Fuck. Must have been Marc. I checked out two days ago after a fight with him. But why does my mouth feel like I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes?" He mumbled as he smacked his lips while trying to get rid of the nasty taste in his mouth.

"You had a fight?" You sidestepped his question. Jake had smoked a whole pack of cigarettes last night, minus the three you took from him.

"Erm… Yeah… Well, I suppose I should tell you, but I feel like it might make things worse for you…" Steven murmured and took a deep breath.

"I'm sure nothing you have to say can possibly be worse than why I was losing my shit. I don't mean that rudely, by the way." You said with a huff. Steven hummed, his hands twitching where they sat on your back

"Right. I can't assume what I have to say will bother you or not, but I really do think you ought to know…" Steven carried on, his hands slowly running up and down your sides.

"If it's about the bird man that's constantly watching you, I know. He's a bit of an asshole, but he's alright." You giggled, knowing if he was there, he would have made a comment about calling him an asshole.

"You know about him?" Steven asked, his voice sounding even more surprised.

"Yes. I can see him. He looks much nicer recently. Less… Dead."

"Wow. Well, uh, okay. Um… Well that is only a smidgen of what I wanted to tell you-"

"And the world is ending." You cut him off bluntly, and Steven huffed.

"Ah. Well. Suppose the pigeon already told you, I guess." He chuckled a bit as you shifted on top of him to look into his eyes. He grunted at how you sat on his lap.

"Yeah, well…" You shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh… And one more thing." Steven licked his lips, then closed his eyes. He seemed to be trying to prepare his next words carefully.

"Yeah?"

"Marc and I are pretty sure there's another guy in our body."

"Oh?" You quirked a brow, trying your best to look neutral.

"Yeah. Found his phone."

Oh shit. Did they open it? Had they read all the texts between you and Jake? Did they see all the photos he had taken of you and him when you smoked weed or hung out? Jake would have had a lock code, right?

"Yeah. It was locked, but the photo on the lock screen… It was of you in that cab out front…"

"Oh." You replied softly, and then a heavy silence permeated through the room.

"You knew. You knew and didn't say anything." His voice was softer, more gentle than upset, like he should have been.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no. It's alright. We've known about him for a while. Marc was very adamant he didn't get drunk when you said he did. There's other signs, but we chose to ignore them." He paused and started to draw circles on your back. He seemed quite comfortable to be there after hearing that you knew about the third alter.

"Plus, I've been finding money missing from our banks, and neither of us can account for it. Not that it matters any more. We blacked out so much the last year, and we figured it was that guy that was coming out more. The only common denominator, is you. Hell, Khonshu demanded we come out here, and then we lose a lot of time, then you show up. Plus, you had our jacket in your cab…" Steven trailed off as he spoke about Jake. Thank God they had an idea, so this wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"Also, speaking of which, that cab is so familiar. It's the exact same one that used to be parked outside of our house all the time. Back in England. So, unless you used to live there, which you have already stated that you never have… Well… I assume that's his cab. Even had the same pair of gloves, pack of smokes, and hat inside the front seat. Oh, and that Chiquita Banana hula figure on the dash." He finished his list of reasons as to how they knew about the third alter, and you relaxed even more. You gave him a shrug, and an apologetic look.

"Ya got me. Yeah. It's not my cab."

"What's his name?"

"Jake. Jake Lockley."

And then you explained to Steven who his alter was, what his job was, and that Jake also talked to Khonshu. You told Steven that Jake begged Khonshu not to tell him or Marc about him, and because of that, Jake had also asked you not to, unless they found out on their own. Steven sighed, but he understood.

"Marc is going to be pissed at the pigeon. He will be annoyed with you, but he won't be mad. Like, really. It explains a lot."

And so Marc had come out some time later. He wasn't pleased that you didn't tell him, but he wasn't mad at you either. He was actually more concerned about the world ending. He had to go out and see his father, wishing to see him one last time, before this universe was gone.

While he was gone for only a day, he came back a changed man. He seemed particularly off, and he was lost in his reflection a lot more. It only took him another two days to recover, but whatever had him in a rut, it also did the same to Steven and Jake. They informed you that their God couldn't do anything more to save this world.

Even Khonshu was different, which was a surprise, since he had just recently changed as well. He seemed a lot nicer than before, and he was less snappy with almost no snide commentaries. You figured it was because you didn't have much time left here, and that they were trying to be nice to you, but you didn't know how wrong you would be.

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Finally the day came when Khonshu would be jumping ship and taking his Avatar with him. You fully prepared yourself to be let down, for him to say he couldn't bring you with them. You spent a whole night in Jake's arms, telling him all about your dreams of the other versions of himself. He listened quietly, and in the morning, he was gone. His jacket was still there, but maybe he left it behind to comfort you until your death.

You sighed, believing that he must have left with Khonshu already, as nothing else of theirs was there. Marc and Steven's jacket was gone, as were Jake's gloves and hat. Even their duffle bag was gone. You paced the hotel, waiting around for two hours, before finally giving up to go to the Sanctum with Jake's jacket wrapped around your cold feeling frame.

The skies were blue, with splotches of dark inky voids. People were trying to hide in buildings, running from the tears in reality if they could. If they couldn't, they quickly perished in agony once touched by the void, leaving a half rotting corpse in its wake. You seemed to be safe from the black spots, with them moving away from you as you went. You didn't really question why that was happening, and instead, were slightly relieved.

Once at the Sanctum, you went through the building, grabbing whatever things you thought could be useful to keep yourself alive for longer. Some gold and silver pieces, because why not? Perhaps you could use them as magically infused projectiles, and maybe, if you found a way to leave this place, the gold could be helpful to start a new life. You found a few scrolls, and tucked them away into the jacket that Jake had left you. As you rifled through a few books, tossing any that didn't help to the floor, you heard rustling behind you.

You froze, and slowly turned just in time to see a flash of red duck behind a bookshelf. You squinted into the reflection of a mirror that showed a singed red cloak, hunched over and shaking like a person. You knew what it was, and you knew it was probably scared. Too scared to recognize you.

"Oh, hello there… You can come out. I won't hurt you." You cooed to the object as it poked its collar around the corner, as if it were looking at you. You could see holes burned into its fabric, frayed edges, and rips along the seams. The way it moved was like a wounded animal.

"Oh, you used to belong to the good Dr. Strange, didn't you? I promise I won't hurt you. Do you remember me?" You said as you crouched low to the ground with your hand out. The cloak slowly made its way towards you like a scared cat, and eventually it was close enough to touch, but you remained still.

"Are you hurt? I can heal you, if you like?" You murmured softly, the cape moving under your hand exactly like a cat starved for attention. You smiled and silently flicked your fingers, swirling them about as you cast a spell to fix the damage on it. The moment it was healed, the cloak trotted around like a horse, then wrapped itself around your neck to rest on your shoulders, giving you a warm hug with its form. You smiled and caressed it, whispering that everything would be okay for now.

The cloak wrapped a corner of itself around your wrist, and slowly slipped the ring it had stolen from its old master onto your fingers. Now you had two Sling rings, but what good would that do? This new one was different, more intricate and detailed.

"Sorry to tell you, but the world is ending. Your mad doctor is the cause of it, but you probably already knew that…" You sighed as you picked up an hourglass and stared at it.

"I've heard about this. It would be useful, if the world wasn't ending…" You sighed, going to put it back down.

The cape flew off your shoulders and darted out of the room. It came back with a bag, and nudged it into your hands along with a book that it opened to a certain page. The page showed the exact bag you had, claiming it was an endless capacity bag that created an extra-dimensional space inside to hold a lot of things. You decided it might be useful, and you waved your hand over the way too long name, replacing it with 'Bag of Holding' instead. You tossed all manner of things into it with the help of the cloak. The cloak had shoved all sorts of books into it, while you wrapped a gold cloth around the lantern and put it inside.

Again the cloak vanished off into another room, then quickly came back, tugging on your wrist to follow it. You did, and the smells of the place began to get much worse. It started to smell like rotting flesh, and when you walked into a large room, there on the floor, was the decaying body of Wong. You gasped, covering your nose and mouth with one hand as you approached his lifeless body. Half of it was being slowly disintegrated by the black void at the legs, maggots flying away like flies into the darkness.

The cloak snatched something shiny and gold from Wong's stiff hands, and it brought the thing to you, before it went back to your shoulders. It appeared to be some sort of wand, and you thought it was ungodly tacky and hideous, but you tossed it into the bag, because the cloak made it seem like it was important. You searched and secured the entire place, not finding much else that was noteworthy. It appeared like the place had been ransacked a few times. You decided to make your way out, when the ground started to shake. You looked up, seeing the ceiling was crumbling above you.

"Fuck." Was all you could manage, before you were rushed out of the way of some falling concrete and pipes, and out a broken window. That left you hovering outside of the Sanctum as it crumbled into dust and was slowly overcome with more inky black ichor spots.

"Thanks, buddy. You're pretty cool for saving my life. I mean, you were pretty cool before, so like, you're now extra super duper cool. Oh god, I sounded so lame just now." You huffed and patted the cloak. The sentient thing seemed quite happy with the compliment, as it hugged you tightly, before it lowered you to the ground.

"Ah, there you are, little sorceress. We thought we had lost you." A deep silky voice hit your ears. The cloak whipped you around to face the source of the voice, and you nearly cried when you saw it was Khonshu.

"I thought you guys left already!"

"No. I wouldn't leave you behind after you gave me my most precious possession back, not when I have the power to carry you over with my Avatar. The old me would have left in a heartbeat, but my knights would be most displeased if I left you behind." Khonshu murmured as you went up to him, hugging his much larger body. He patted your back, noticing the new addition to your wardrobe.

"Is this the Cloak of Levitation?" He asked, his voice sounding quite impressed.

"Yeah. It was hiding in the Sanctum. Poor thing was hurt, but I healed it." You explained. Khoshu hummed in approval.

"But why is it white and gold? Isn't it supposed to be red and gold?" He asked as he ran one of his fingers down the edge of the cloak.

"It what?" You held up a bit of the cloak and stared at it. It had indeed changed colors. The deep red fabric was now an iridescent white, and the gold border had changed designs. You stared at the glimmering symbols that resembled ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics with the phases of the moon along the borders. The inside of the cloak looked like the night sky and you smiled as you stroked the cape.

"Thank you. I love what you've done with your hair." You giggled and the cloak vibrated like it was laughing. Even the old bird chuckled at the joke, before clearing his throat.

"Come. We must go now. My knights are waiting for you."

Khonshu flew with you through the skies back to the shitty hotel where you had been staying. The journey was amazing, only something you had done in your dreams.

Half of the hotel was in tatters, and Jake was pacing back and forth in his suit, muttering words of worry in Spanish as he power smoked a cigarette. The moment he laid eyes on you, he threw his smoke away and started running towards you. Your feet barely touched the ground when Jake grabbed you in a tight hug.

"Fuck, querida. I was so worried about you. I thought that you were dead. I left to grab some food and water for the jump, and when I came back, you were gone." Jake frantically said as he dipped his face into your neck and inhaled. The cape smacked him and he blinked, staring at the thing like it had just burned him.

"Now, now. Be nice to Jake. It's his master that might be able to get us out of here…" You paused for a moment, then looked up at Khonshu.

"Can this cloak come with us?"

"I don't see why not, as technically it's an object, and not a living thing, despite being sentient."

"Aw, do you hear that, boy? You can come with us!" You cheered and the cloak seemed quite thrilled as it forcibly made you hug Khonshu.

"Okay. Enough." Khonshu tried to push you back lightly, trying very hard not to anger his Avatar.

"We must go now, while the dark sorcerer is sleeping. Let him continue his destructive path. He'll only destroy himself in the process, and we need to leave, now, before he decides that he requires more power and comes after us." Khonshu calmly explained as he twirled his staff a few times in both directions.

He muttered a few things in a different and very old dialect, then a portal was torn into another universe. The edges of the portal were covered in sparks and it sizzled loudly as they spun around like the rings around a planet.

"Hurry, get through. It's night time there, and a full moon." Khonshu quickly said as he motioned for you both to go through. You grabbed Jake's hand tightly, and he pulled you to his chest as he went through the portal, with Khonshu slipping in behind you. Just as you did, the ground where you once were began fading away into nothingness. The God promptly shut the portal, and he turned to survey his surroundings.

"Good. We best get out of this city. This world's Doctor Strange has probably sensed a time and space dilation, and the farther we are from the Sanctum, the better." Khonshu muttered with a slight fatigue to his voice. He was clutching his staff like he was struggling to stand.

"Okay. I'll see if my ring works. I don't think it would, since the world it came from is gone…"

"Well, love, that cloak is still there, and it still moves by itself." Suddenly it was Steven, and just hearing his voice made you feel a lot better. You wondered if your own magic worked, but you'd have to see after getting away from here.

"Well, Steven, it might not work. My Wong gave me a grade E ring, because they were low at the time. Lower quality and ranking items are less likely to work when passing through to a new universe. My Cloak of Levitation is a top tier magical item, or so I was told." You explained, and Steven tapped his chin.

"That seems reasonable. Our Khonshu is drained, though. He's just tired and exhausted after stepping out with two mortals from a dying universe. Pretty sure my suit is okay." Steven said, and he summoned his suit to check. He was in luck, and his suit flicked over his body, albeit a bit slower than normal.

"Yes… Unfortunately that's true, but at least it is a full moon here. Your magic should work, but it'll be weak until you start pulling power from this world." Khonshu muttered as he ran a hand over his eyes, rubbing the tired feeling muscles and skin there that he wasn't used to having.

***

Not too far away from where you had come through to this new universe, this world's Doctor Stephen Strange was asleep in his bed at the Sanctum. He was in a deep sleep, having an intense dream, one that was disturbing and very real. Too real to just be the brain shuffling and putting away memories.

He was having another dream about himself, one where it was him, but not him. Another life, he deduced. This man had it worse off than himself. Instead of his hands being injured, his beloved Christine had taken their place. Every night, more dreams of this man's journey occurred, all the way up until now. Now the man was overtaken with a savage drive to bring his lost love back from the dead, the rest of the whole universe be damned.

His other self was thin and gaunt. He had pale and slightly translucent skin, revealing the veins and arteries underneath. He had heavy set bags under his dark black eyes, and his hair was greasy from the strain of many weeks of hard work. His whole body was taking a beating, because of weeks of exceptional magic use. The man that resembled him, was wearing slightly different robes, and his cloak was more sinister looking. He had heard about how the Cloak of Levitation could change in appearance to suit its wielder. His own had slightly changed over the years to match his style and increase of power and status. Maybe that one was tainted with the evil and dark magic his double was exuding.

Nothing interesting was really happening. This other Strange was now pulling another couple of demons from the circle in the floor, because his last few attempts at going back in time had failed. Then, suddenly, without warning, the other one had turned to look away, right into a mirror that had the face of a woman in it. He threatened the woman, and she looked terrified as she vanished from it.

Then just as quickly as the dream started, Stephen was launched into another one.

He saw the woman again, but he felt like he was stuck to the ceiling, watching as she woke up, frantically looking around while heavily breathing. She seemed distraught that no one else was there, and then she flew from bed to look around the small room. Stephen deduced it was a shitty little hotel room, based solely on the way the interior appeared.

The woman got dressed, but she did it nearly the same way that he would, using magic to materialize the clothing onto the body. She grabbed a small bag and slung it over her body then grabbed a man's jacket off the chair. She stared at it for a long while, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged the garment and sniffled. Stephen felt the intense wave of emotion as it rippled through him, causing him to feel exactly what she felt Soon after, she was throwing the coat on and going outside, a joint in her mouth as she snapped her fingers to light it.

Then the scene got even more morbid.

The skies were a mixture of blue and black. The black steaks looked like a massive being had sliced the sky with black, poison-dipped claws. Buildings were falling apart, there were not many people in sight, and there were black holes and dark voids everywhere. In the corner of this vision, dead bodies littered the streets in advanced stages of decay, all with the same inky, black ichor eating away the corpses.

Stephen was almost sick, because he could smell everything.

The woman paced back and forth for a while, power smoking both weed and the pack of cigarettes she found in the inner pocket of the jacket. Stephen saw a glinting of brass on her hand, and he gasped when he saw a Sling ring, albeit a very old and obviously low ranking one at that.

She paced and paced, until finally she gave up and left the hotel. He could tell she was making her way to the Sanctum by the area she was in. Once she made it to the Sanctum, it was already damaged, some of the walls crumbling, windows broken, and the doors destroyed. The large window in the front of the building was shattered, and by all rights, the place appeared to be a death trap.

He watched her investigate the place, then run into a cloak that looked nearly identical to his own. It even moved and had the same mannerisms as it cautiously approached her. He heard her whisper, reassuring the cloak she wouldn't harm it…

Then she healed it.

Her magic was white, and not the customary fiery orange that his and his fellow sorcerers had. That was odd, but it told him she wasn't from his dimension at all, and that this place was clearly a dying universe that his other self was destroying. Stephen felt even more sick to know there was a version of himself that was mad with grief. So mad, he had discarded any care for the world around him, abandoning all regard for it all together.

Then he witnessed the cloak hand her a bag that he himself owned in this world, the Bag of Infinite Capacity, and a book that described it. Ah, forever helpful that thing was, no matter what universe it came from…

Then the scene switched to the dead body of Wong, with her horrified expression, the cloak handing her the Wand of Watoomb from Wong's cold dead hands. Again Stephen felt himself fill with grief and sorrow at seeing his best friend's dead body and his lifeless and glassy eyed expression.

He managed to compose himself enough to see her make a disgusted face at the design of the wand, and Stephen couldn't help but laugh. It was an ugly old thing, and it was large, heavy, and awkward. She picked up various books and things that might be useful to her, and that's when Stephen realized she was preparing herself to either die, or leave that dimension.

He watched her look around more, not finding much more to help her, when the roof caved in. The cloak had averted the danger by whisking her away and out of the building, only to run into a large magical being. He gasped, seeing that it was the Egyptian God of the moon, watching as the woman threw herself into his arms. The moment she did, her cloak began to lighten up completely, until the fabric was a shimmery white and gold.

The scene changed yet again, to her and the God flying through the sky, avoiding the tears in reality that were actually moving out of their way as they touched down back at her hotel. There a man was, dressed in dark clothing, black everything, except his dress shirt and the mask on his face. When he saw her, the mask melted away, and he began running towards her, yelling in both Spanish and English as he caught and hugged her tightly. The cloak smacked him, and again Stephen snorted as the woman scolded the garment and told it that these two beings would be helping them escape.

And then they did. He watched the grand display of the Egyptian God tearing open a portal similar to what a Sling ring would, and they stepped through. Only to come out in darkness, near a barely lit little park that Stephen knew was just around the corner from his current location.

That's when he felt it, a massive power surge from the magic around him, and he woke up. He gasped, shooting up and out of bed as he ran to the window to check.

Sure enough, he could see a ridiculously tall and lanky bird-headed God, and two people beside him. Now the man was dressed in an all white suit, and the hat was just straight up gone. He used his magic to listen in, to see if they were talking. The man that was with her was talking, sounding all too British. They were discussing him, Stephen Strange, and how they needed to flee to avoid being detected by him.

Well too fucking late, he had seen them, and he knew about them.

***

You tried your ring, and it fizzled and crackled, barely making a cough of a portal big enough for a fly. You sighed in defeat, when the cloak snaked down your arm to the ring it had stolen from his Doctor Strange. It tugged gently on your hand, and you allowed it to move you, circling your hands the way that was required to summon a portal. You caught on and took over, forming a perfect portal as reward for your efforts. You ducked inside, dragging Steven in with you, with Khonshu following closely behind.

When you got through, it happened to be the same hotel you had been at before. You frowned when you saw the parking lot was full out front. This was not a good place, and you again ripped another portal open, stepping inside to come out at the other end of the city. You promptly checked into a different hotel, then locked yourselves inside for the night.

Khonshu was weak enough that he actually required a bed to sleep on. You ushered him into the bedroom and elongated the bed for his much larger frame, before leaving him there to rest. When you came out, Steven was taking his coat off and hanging it up. He moved around the room, finding the kettle in the cupboard, and bringing it out to make tea. You patted the cloak, and it glided off of you to go sit in one of the chairs at the tiny table. Jake's jacket joined Steven's and you used your magic to change into shorts and one of Marc's shirts.

"Oh. Marc says he's been looking for that shirt. We thought it was eaten up by the voids." Steven chuckled as he waited for the water to boil. You smiled sheepishly, taking a seat at the table.

Eventually you had some tea, and you produced the last of your weed that you had left from the old universe, rolling it with your magic as you sipped the hot brew. Once you had about six joints rolled, you moved to the couch with Steven. He pulled the bed out of it and set the blankets up for the both of you to relax on. After, he flipped the television on, while you smoked, with Steven surprising you and taking a few hits. Eventually you passed out in his arms, with him following quickly behind.

***

Stephen Strange was now dressed and awake. He went straight to work on going to the library and pulling books from the shelves on the items she had acquired in his dream. After, he grabbed books on dreams and came across information on 'dream walking'. It explained that usually the practice was a type of dark magic, but some people had the innate ability to do it without requiring magic spells. Unfortunately the book contained very little on how to do it on command, and it merely referred to another book, the name of which wasn't mentioned.

The face he saw in his dreams was familiar, like he had seen it before while dreaming of his other, more evil self, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. She looked so similar to the woman that just arrived with a God and his Avatar. He quickly went to the artifact room, to the Cauldron of the Cosmos, and he peered inside while concentrating on the face of the woman.

It showed exactly where she was, proving that Stephen was correct in his assumption. That woman from his dreams was indeed the one that just got here. She was now in some hotel in the upper part of town, far away from the Sanctum. He debated on going to the hotel, but he thought twice about it, knowing that if she really did just flee from a dying reality, one that an alternate version of him had destroyed after threatening her, she probably wouldn't exactly wish to see his face.

But the dreams he had been having for the past few weeks, told him she was friends with Wong. So he immediately went to wake the poor man up to explain everything, and boy was Wong disturbed. He did eventually agree to go see her, but only after she had stopped running and settled down for a bit.

***

The next morning you awoke to a warm body beside you. A heavy arm was curled around your stomach, a face nudged into your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. It felt so nice and comforting. You gently placed your hand over the one that sat on your stomach, fingers slowly drawing circles on the rough skin on the knuckles there. This closeness was something that you had yearned for your entire life, yet not a single person from your old life was alive, except this man sleeping next to you.

A loud humming began to come from him, sounding almost like a deep throaty purr. His hand tightened on your waist, drawing you even closer as he inhaled your scent. His arm underneath you slowly moved, while at the same time, his hips bucked into yours ever so slightly.

You groaned, feeling his hand grab at your breast, pawing and kneading it gently as he mouthed at your shoulder. You let out a sharp sigh as you rolled your hips back, feeling the obvious hardness against your backside.

"Ah, mmm…" The sound escaped your lips like a sultry moan, and the hand at your breast squeezed a bit harder.

A gravely groan hit your ears as the other hand moved lower, lightly dragging heavily calloused fingers down your stomach. You whimpered lightly, feeling him buck against you again and you sucked in a breath.

"Hey, you awake?" You carefully asked to see if he was awake, or just moving on autopilot in his sleep. You also wanted to know which one was touching you like this, if they even meant to or not. The hands froze in their movements. The lips slowly peeled themselves from your skin and you heard a husky chuckle.

"Sì, mi vida…" Jake's voice murmured, and his hands went right back to what they were doing, as did his lips and hips. You groaned, feeling his hand move to creep under your shirt, fingers quickly finding one of your nipples. The second he grasped it between his thick fingers, your hips slammed back and you hissed.

"Mierda. Did I hurt you?" He asked as he stilled completely.

"No, it's okay. I liked it." You huffed out, and he let out a groan as he pressed himself against you nice and hard while going back at your nipple. His teeth dragged along your skin as his free hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, testing to see if you would stop him.

"Jake…" The way you said his name made him growl. His fingers were quick to dive down into your heat and the sound he made was borderline pornographic.

"Can I have you?" He rasped hotly into your ear, his fingers pushing into your already soaked hole. You shook as he ground the palm of his hand over the front of your seam and your clit.

"Y-yes…"

***

Somewhere in England, a man tossed and turned in his sleep. His olive skin was beaded with sweat, his ebony hair soaked and messy as his brain conjured up vivid dreams. The bed creaked with each restless movement, with the man groaning, his face scrunched up in an odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

It was that damned woman again. Flashes of her with a man that looked exactly like himself and an odd bird headed God that closely resembled his own master, but less dead looking. He felt like it was an out of body experience, yet he could feel the sorrow and the pain that leaked from his double's chest.

But now… The woman was curled up in that man's arms, and in an instant, he felt like he had been pulled directly into that body. Even though it looked like his, it felt so very different.

For starters, he could feel everything, but his movements were not his own. Secondly, he couldn't feel or hear the other occupants of the body at all. Not his or this version's. He could feel the warmth of the woman's skin, and the soft swell of her breasts and ass as the body moved without his consent.

There was more movement that he couldn't control, but really, he didn't seem to mind at all, because it felt good, and this was the woman from his dreams. She moaned and shifted, rolling her hips against his, and he hissed as he buried his face into her neck, smelling her sweat and her lust.

"Ah, mmm…" She moaned and then spoke up.

"Hey, you awake?"

"Sì, mi vida…" A voice just like his own rasped back, and he suddenly felt just how hard he was as his hands touched her body. She squeaked and he stopped moving, feeling like he may have hurt her.

"Mierda. Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's okay. I liked it." Her words sent him into a frenzy, and began to grope at her again, until he heard his name on her lips.

"Jake…"

He could have sang, if his body wasn't being operated by the other him. He suddenly had a thought, and he groaned as the words flew from his mouth, surprising him that he managed to make the body do something.

"Can I have you?

"Y-yes."

When she answered yes, he was over the moon, and the body seemed to be doing what he wanted, but every so often, it wouldn't, which only reminded him that this highly graphic dream was not under his control.

***

"Really?" Jake asked, hoping he didn't imagine the answer he was hoping for. Both Steven and Marc were awake, and they were stunned at what was happening. Marc was a bit jealous, and Steven was envious.

"Yes. You can have me. All of you can have me." You replied softly, and Jake groaned. He heard his alters groan in his head, telling him they were awake and fully aware. He was quick to reposition himself so he was on top of you, gazing down at how you looked in Marc's shirt he 'let you borrow' the previous night.

"Mi hermosa bruja…" And he moved down to capture your lips with his, his hips lowering to brush himself against you. You groaned at the feeling of him through the layers of thin fabric.

"Oh fuck." You breathed into his mouth. His hands made quick work of ripping the shirt from your body, his face diving down to capture one of your tender buds in his mouth. He tossed the useless piece of fabric to the side, then went down to tug on your shorts. You wriggled free, leaving you in nothing and very exposed. Jake pulled and tugged on your nipple with his teeth as his hands explored your thighs.

Your hands dived into his hair, pulling him in while you groaned and arched your back. His fingers came down, gently parting your folds as he slipped a couple of fingertips just inside your seam. His fingers moved up and down, brushing around your clit every so often, making sure to spread your wetness around. You thrust your hips up, begging him for more, and he growled as he slipped two fingers inside.

In and out he pumped his fingers, delighting in how you squirmed for him, and how your face scrunched up in pleasure. One of your hands flew down to wrap around his wrist as you pushed his hand harder against your core. Jake sucked his lower lip into his mouth as he curled his fingers, causing you to buck up wildly into his hand. He did this for a little longer, then he pulled his hand away to see how soaked his hand was.

Jake moaned as he sucked on his fingers, his eyes staring right into yours. You shivered and grabbed for his underwear, quickly pulling them down so his beautiful fat cock was on display. He quickly discarded them and leaned in once more, this time pressing himself flush against your chest as he kissed you hard a fast. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you shivered as he ran his hands down your sides. His hands grabbed at your ass, pulling your hips up and off the mattress while he shoved his knees underneath you. He pulled away, huffing as he looked at you with desire in his blown pupils.

"Mi hermosa luz de luna." Jake murmured. He moved one hand to your face, cupping your cheek. He rubbed it with his thumb, then let go. He trailed his fingers down, along your neck and collarbone making you whine for him. As his fingers circled each breast, flicking each nipple as he went, you melted and sighed. You enjoyed those rough feeling fingers on your skin, knowing his hands did hard manual labor. You watched as he brushed over your stomach, to your navel, and beyond to your mound. He barely touched you, before he drew a line up your inner thigh.

Small whimpers left your mouth as Jake drew his hand away and to his plump cock. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and pumped himself lazily a few times as he watched for your reaction. You groaned as you watched a thick glob of precome dribble out and down the fat head.

"I've wanted you for so long… We all have." Jake husked as he lined himself up with your dripping hole. He rubbed the head up and down your slit, earning him a gasp as he watched your body quiver.

"Fuck, I've wanted you all since those dreams started up…" You softly admitted, and Jake hissed as he fought the urge to slam himself into you.

"Ready?" He asked. You nodded and ran your hands up his arms, right up to his broad shoulders and into his hair.

"Yesss… Please." You breathed hotly and he slowly sank into your moist heat. Your whole body tensed, but in a good way. You found your legs were wrapping around his waist automatically, with him smoothing a hand down to your ass to help steady you. He gently lifted you as he pressed even deeper into your heat. Jake was holding back a snarl at how good you felt.

"¡Mierda! Mi luz de luna…" Jake kissed you feverishly as his hips started to move. He held you still as he thrusted hard and slow into you. Both of his headmates were groaning loudly in delight at the show. There was a silent understanding that Marc and Steven would be patient and wait until he was done with you.

"Jake, fuck… So big…" You whined at him. Jake hissed and stilled, your words shooting straight to his balls. He could hear Steven loosing his shit about the body having a large sexual organ, and Marc telling him to shut the fuck up so he could hear the moans you were making.

Jake couldn't help himself as he went harder and faster. He could feel your nails digging into the nape of his neck and shoulder, and he was more than happy to keep going until his back was destroyed.

"Te sientes muy bien. So fucking good…" Jake slowly twisted himself back so you were sitting in his lap as he thrusted up into you. The way he held your hips made it so you could barely move, like he was more interested in rubbing you from the inside, instead of battering your innards with his cock. It felt so intimate, so right.

You groaned at the way the position changed. He was going even deeper than before, and you had troubles focusing on anything but his face. Every thrust was hitting you just right, making you see stars as you gripped his shoulders. Your hips moved with his, chasing the incredible feeling higher and higher.

"J-Jake…" You gasped his name as you felt the knot inside of you come dangerously close to snapping. He shifted you on his lap, pulling you flush against his chest. He pressed your body down against his as he pushed upwards, making sure to grind his pelvis against your clit. The entire time, his forehead was resting on yours, his sweat dripping down his beautiful skin.

"Mi hermosa bruja… Let go… Come for me…" Jake groaned out right before he kissed you hard. He licked into your mouth and bit your lip, sucking it into his mouth as he gave you an extra hard couple of thrusts.

Your cries were muffled from Jake breathing in your scream as you felt everything unravel. Intense pleasure shocked your system as you came the hardest you had in a very long time. You had such an intense orgasm, that you soaked his lap. Your body was thrumming and vibrating as he kept digging himself into you.

"Just a little bit more…" Jake breathed against your lips. You had enough strength to move your hips again, helping him to chase his orgasm much faster. He started cursing in Spanish as he gripped your sides tighter.

You could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching, and you moved a bit faster as you captured his lips with yours. In no time at all, he was throwing his head back, exposing his throat to you. You leaned in and licked at his skin, and that was it for Jake. He groaned loudly as he came, while you rode him until you peaked again.

You both slowed right down. You kept licking his neck as he shook beneath you. He was still babbling out expletives as you lazily rocked on his lap, milking him for everything that he had while resting your head on his shoulder.

"That… Was amazing, Jake… Thank you" You huffed as you hugged him tightly. He squeezed you back and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Sí. Asombrosa." He gave you a few kisses, then slowly helped you off of him. He stumbled towards the kitchen and grabbed one of the towels there. He was quick with getting it warm and wet, then he came back to gently clean you up.

"You know I can just go have a shower or use my magic to clean up-"

"Shush. Let me. It's the least I can do after." Jake grinned as he did just that, then cleaned himself up after.

***

Back in England, the man bolted upright as his bed creaked loudly. His shirtless chest was covered in beads of sweat, his hair messy and damp. The droplets slowly moved with gravity, from his hairline, down the sides of his face and neck, only to pool in the divots of his clavicle, before finally trickling down the silver chain of his necklace.

'What the fuck kind of dream was that, Jake?' A soft and panicked voice wafted up to meet the man now sitting in his bed, alone. The man, Jake, slowly looked over at the full length mirror beside his bed, his eyes meeting with his reflection.

"That's never happened before, Steven. They've never been erotic dreams. Why now, all of a sudden?" Jake replied to the mirror. His reflection shrugged and moved off the bed to stand with his arms crossed over his chest. It was very obvious the dream was so realistic, it left physical evidence. There was a large darkened wet patch on the front of the boxers, and the man in the mirror was still hard as a rock.

'Yeah, well… It happened, mate. That was too real to be just a bloody dream.' The reflection said as he indicated to his groin in a comical fashion. Jake sighed and he stood up to show his reflection the same problem as he rubbed the back of his neck and gave a shrug.

'You want to know what I think?' Another voice spoke up. Both Jake and his reflection looked towards the other mirror on the wall. This one had a bored expression.

"Sí, Spector. I do want to know." Jake barked at him. The one on the wall grinned and pointed to one of Steven's book cases.

'Dream walking. I've heard about it from Khonshu. He told me once, that some of the dreams I have can be explained in that book. I haven't gotten around to it, since it's Steven's book and he hasn't even read it yet.'

'That book, Marc? It was a thrift store find. I liked the cover.' Steven bubbled up in reply.

'Yeah, that book, Steven. The one you bought because you couldn't find the publication date.' Marc said as he rolled his eyes.

"I thought he bought it because it looked old as dirt." Jake remarked as he went to the patio door and stepped outside. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the railing, his eyes trained to a specific direction without really knowing why.

'Well, yes… That too.' Steven said as he shifted over from the mirror to the reflection of the glass in the patio door. Marc took his time, slowly appearing in many smaller reflections, until he got to the dusty service of the lid on the unused barbecue grill.

'You should really try reading the book, Jake. You never read books, just magazines and those comic books. If you don't, I will. Just thought you were the one that was most concerned about this woman we keep dreaming about-'

"¡Mierda! Fine! I'll read the damned book. Just let me have a fucking smoke first." Jake snapped back at them both. He stood still for a long time, just puffing away as the gears in his mind started to turn. The other two went quiet and allowed Jake his peace until he went back into the flat.

Once back inside, Jake took the old book and sat down at Steven's desk with a coffee. Just like Steven, he needed reading glasses, and he had bought his own pair to use. His were round, framed with a thin gold wire and matching gold arms. He set them onto his face and opened the book, beginning to read while his alters read over his shoulder. All three of them took in the knowledge, signaling to one another when they were done and needed the page to be turned.

It wasn't until a mixture of exactly three coffees, two black, one with an obscene amount of cream and sugar, and then four Earl Greys with oat milk and honey later, that they finished the book. By then, it was the wee hours of the morning when they called their patron deity for a talk.

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Series Master List

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Items the reader picked up:

Bag of Holding(D&D name)/Bag of Infinite Capacity (MCU name)

Wand of Watoomb

Sands of Nisanti

Various books and scrolls

Gold and silver

Strange's Sling ring from the destroyed universe

Cloak of Levitation can change colors and forms, at least according to my research. It supposedly changes to suit whoever wears it. I named the cloak, and I decided it's a he, just so I can call him a good boi. And his name is Gary. I legit name the red cloak Gary in all the first I write.

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Special thanks for proofreading goes to:

Not today, no one.

Special thanks to:

@mics89 for Spanish translations. I remembered you helped me with them a long time ago, and I never got around to posting this.

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

A Strange Birthday Surprise

part one/sequel to A Strange Slice of the Big Apple

Doctor Strange Appreciation Event- Day 14: Free Choice

summary: Cloak wants to make sure that Stephen isn't forgotten on his birthday, and enlists Reader's assistance to plan a special celebration. Set pre-Infinity War.

characters: Cloak of Levitation, Soreceress Reader, Stephen Strange

genre: fluff, pining, humor

rating: general audience

word count: 1.6k

Chapter One

Cloak knew its Sorcerer well; knew him well enough to have a keen understanding of Stephen’s feelings about the upcoming milestone.  Feelings that ran even deeper than Stephen himself realized.  Oh, he acted blasé about the matter—as though he had outgrown celebrating the year’s experiences and accomplishments, not to mention the spectacular success he’d had in his mastery of the Mystic Arts; the unqualified success which had eventually led to his appointment as Master of the New York Sanctum.

Having finally achieved the honest humility that would have suited him equally as a doctor, as it did now as a sorcerer in service to humanity, Stephen rarely allowed himself to dwell upon what he had once thought of as  his glory days—the years he had been admired and celebrated as the best in his profession, had been sought after for high-profile speaking engagements and media interviews, had lived a fast, opulent lifestyle, while single-mindedly advancing the science of neurosurgery to spectacular heights.  Days when he had never thought twice about throwing himself a self-indulgent birthday party, sparing no expense.  Such memories left him with a strong sense of shame, as so many of his recollections of his selfish behavior in his old life.

Cloak understood it all, as well as Stephen’s sadness over his softer memories—especially those of the quiet birthday getaways he had spent with Christine, which he had come to realize too late, were the best birthdays of his life.  But Christine had moved on—for the best, Stephen acknowledged, if only to himself—and he knew he could never return to those days.  And for the most part, he didn’t want to—for he understood now what was most important in the grand scheme of things, and had accepted that his birthday was just an unnecessary distraction from the vital mission that was his now.

However, deep in his heart—deep and hidden from his consciousness—Stephen wished that someone, anyone, would just remember, and simply acknowledge that it was his birthday. Cloak—who knew the best of Stephen, and who had not only witnessed him sacrificing himself a thousand times over to save Earth from Dormammu and the Dark Dimension, but had also accompanied him on several dozen other forays against threats from throughout the multiverse—decided it would just have to find a way to see that unspoken wish fulfilled.

Of course, Cloak realized that this was a task far beyond its own physical capabilities, so that it would need the help of a human ally.  It’s first thought had been to reach out to Christine, but Cloak summarily rejected that as an impossibility—even if she might be inclined to arrange for a birthday celebration despite having closed the door on their intimate past, Cloak couldn’t be seen zipping about the City to her hospital or apartment, out of the company of its Sorcerer.  Such behavior could jeopardize the secrecy of the New York Sanctum, let alone that of the Mystic Brotherhood that served so selflessly in Earth’s defense.  If Cloak were to find the help it needed it would have to be an initiate of the Mystic Arts, and in order to guarantee the best communication between Relic and Human, it should be someone with whom Cloak already shared an affinity.

Several months back, there had been an Adept who accompanied a group of younglings from Kamar-Taj on a tour of the New York Sanctum; Cloak had perceived right away that she held strong feelings of admiration for Stephen Strange.  Beyond the typical hero-worship it often sensed among impressionable Novices and callow Adepts, this one’s attitude was colored by something more personal—a romantic “crush”, as humans referred to it.  This one would be an ideal choice to assist with Cloak’s plan; it would only require a visit to Kamar-Taj for Cloak to reach out to her, and Strange was actually planning one quite soon. Surely this was more than just a coincidence, Cloak decided; surely the stars themselves had aligned enough to turn that plan into reality.

Chapter Two

Full length mirrors were a rare commodity in Kamar-Taj, and were primarily utilized for magical purposes rather than just as a looking glass. Individual quarters were equipped with small wall mirrors for grooming purposes---so that you were unable to check how you looked in you new robes before you left your room for the day. But they fit as though custom made, and they felt damn good, so you trusted that you looked as fine as you felt.

Masters robes at last! There had been a few times you had doubted that your path was truly meant to achieve them. But this week you had successfully completed the last of your required courses, had demonstrated your command of all the necessary spells, charms, incantations and potions, in addition to your well-honed skills in battle magic and martial arts---and had fulfilled all the practical tests of experience and performance as part of dozens of missions under the guidance of various masters.

Thus given your choice at last, you had selected Master’s robes of blue and tan. Though the blue was a darker shade than his own, making that selection was still your homage to the Master you had come to admire most (and on whom you maintained a secret crush)---Doctor Stephen Strange. The fact that he was due for a visit today for his regular consultation with other leading Masters of the Mystic Brotherhood was not lost on you; it seemed a happy coincidence that it was also the first day on which you would officially don the regalia of you newly awarded rank.

One last time, you checked your sash to make sure that the knotting lay properly, and that your sling ring hung securely in place, before heading out to the communal dining hall for breakfast. Though your friends and classmates were sure to offer their congratulations once they saw you in your new attire, you found yourself hoping above all that your path would somehow cross with that of the Master of the New York Sanctum. The sooner the better, so he would see for himself that you had attained that milestone rank.

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Since your visit to the New York Sanctum as chaperone for a group of young novices on a field trip, you’d been back there on numerous occasions. All too briefly, as far as your smitten heart was concerned, but then that was never the purpose of those visits. You had relished every opportunity to interact with the brilliant Sanctum Master in residence, who had been as kind, as friendly, and as drolly self-deprecating to you as on that lovely spring day you had accompanied the children---even inquiring about the progress of your studies and offering the use of the Sanctum’s unique resources to broaden your knowledge.

Even better than that, though, Doctor Strange had asked for your assistance with a magical mission in late August, having been impressed by your rapport with and supervision of the younglings training in Kamar-Taj. An orphanage in a small city in Romania had been experiencing an epidemic of severe malaise among the children residing there, though the adults appeared to suffer no ill effects. Several of the orphans had lapsed into inexplicable comas, and after some investigation, local Sorcerers had concluded that a nest of psychic vampyres from a parallel dimension had discovered an ingress into Earth’s reality from it’s own, and were feasting at will upon the vulnerable children. In retrospect, the Mystic Brotherhood eventually determined that those beings were very likely the true source of the Dracula legend. 

Strange had headed the team dispatched to Romania, which had done a thorough search to root out any of the malignant creatures hiding in the area, forced them back into their own dimension and then sealed shut the breach that had allowed them entry to Earth. Your task had been not only to assist in the main mission, but to then remain behind a few weeks to keep an eye on the seal to be sure it remained intact, while aiding the Healers with the children as their health eventually improved. Your favorite part of the job, however, consisted of daily, in-person updates to Strange himself, until the Masters were able to conclude that the area had been rendered permanently safe from further threat of attack.

Today, you barely heard the conversations around you and only managed to eat half of your breakfast, what with the butterflies fluttering in your stomach in anticipation of seeing him again. If your timing was right, you’d be casually crossing the courtyard just as the dashing Master of the New York Sanctum was set to arrive.

And sure enough, there he as chatting in the midst of a small group of Masters, including Wong, who now doubled as the compound Master Librarian while also assisting Doctor Strange in Greenwich Village whenever the need arose. You straightened your shoulders, took a depth breath, and began to stride on a parallel course to where Strange stood. Please look my way, you were thinking, just a glance enough to see me in these robes...

With a surprising bit of good fortune, Stephen actually did look your way, flashing you that dear, amused smile---which never failed to make your heart sigh with longing---and then giving a quick little wave. You couldn’t help the smile which you beamed back, fingers crossed that he had taken note of you new robes.

What you hadn’t expected was a sudden flash of red as the Cloak of Levitation flew as swift and straight as an arrow to envelope you in a warm, soft embrace...

Chapters 3-4 coming November 18th - Stephen's Birthday

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villain!azul ashengrotto x magical girl!reader

🔱 — 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈

you’re a magical girl who fights evil to protect sage’s island! your nemesis, the dastardly deep-sea merchant, is determined to steal your trident and rule over the island. it’s up to you to stop him. the only problem? you might be closer to your enemy than you think.

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female!reader, magical girl tropes, some nsfw humor/scenes, enemies to lovers, aged-up characters (nrc is a university in this au), fighting/violence, slight canon divergence

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01. 02. 03.

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[mooshywrites]

Would it be alright to request what Halsin would think of a sorceress Tav? There's custom dialogue lines from him if Tav is a Druid, so I've always wondered what he'd say and think related to her class specifically.

The Druid’s Sorceress

Fem!Reader x Halsin

Masterlist

Art commissions

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A/N - Here’s a few bite sized sorceress blurbs :) <3

Word count - 2K

Warnings - Fluff, lots of game spoilers, slight rewriting of plot points

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“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

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~Tiefling Party~

Halsin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for most of the evening. At first, he tried to convince himself that he was only drawn to you because of how you saved him. But Halsin knew, behind that thought, was a desperation to get to know you. To spend even a second more with your magnetic aura.

When you finally danced over to talk to Halsin, he could’ve sworn his heart jumped into his throat.

“Enjoying the party, Druid?” You asked, your words slightly tipsy from the various flavors of wine being passed around the party.

Halsin chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am indeed. Are you also enjoying the party…” Halsin paused, realizing he had no idea what the Hero of the Grove’s speciality lied in.

“Sorceress.” You offered, throwing Halsin a charming smile. “I’m a Sorceress.”

Halsin smiled back, happy he had just another piece of your personality known to him. “Like The Blade. Wyll, was it?”

You scoffed, swishing the wine in your chalice, “He’s a warlock. And between you and me, I’m much better.”

Halsin laughed warmly, nodding his head. “I know not who is better, but I know you yourself are quite impressive.”

“I’m not the only one.” You replied, appreciatively.

Halsin didn’t miss the way the sorceress’s cheeks flushed slightly. He bit back his words, afraid he would come on too strong. He hadn’t known you for long, and well… he couldn’t bring himself to allow the kind of distraction you had become. Not yet at least.

“So tell me about the Shadowlands.” You questioned, taking a step forward to hear the Druid over the music better.

Halsin only offered a thin smile, trying his best not to convey how those words twisted in his chest. “You needn’t worry about those things until morning. Go. Enjoy your party, hero.”

Halsin was thankful that you took his advice, leaving with a genuine smile. He would’ve talked to you all evening if circumstances were different. Would’ve invited you to sit with him under the stars, somewhere more quiet.

He couldn’t though. Not while the knowledge of how nature rotted on the journey’s path. Something he should’ve tried to fix much much earlier.

No, getting to know the Sorceress would have to wait.

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~Dancing Lights~

The camp was quieter than usual that night. The fight with Oliver was difficult, the fights along the way making the end battle even more so. Once you all finally made it back to camp, most went to their tent to lick their wounds.

You, however, trudged your way towards Halsin’s tent.

Halsin was whittling away quietly, hoping the movements would lessen his stress. Thaniel lay further in the tent, still completely unconscious. It was almost as if Thaniel was in a deep peaceful sleep, resting upon Halsin’s bedroll. He wanted to go with you to find Thaniel’s other half, but he couldn’t tear himself from the boy.

Halsin startled when you cleared your throat, too entrenched in his thoughts to hear your approach.

He dropped his whittling looking up to you hopefully. “Did you find it? Will Thaniel be whole?”

You sighed and plopped down next to him, picking up his unfinished wooden duck. You rubbed the shavings off idly, your voice weary when you spoke, “Yes, I found him.” Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Oliver said he’d come back to Thaniel. I’m never playing hide and seek again.”

“Oliver?” Halsin started.

Before he could continue, there was a stir in the corner of Halsin’s tent. Halsin’s hand shot over to grip yours as he stared at the bundle, his eyes wide.

Your own eyes widened as you saw a small boy sit up off of the furs, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Thaniel's other half, whom you had only heard stories of before, now sat before you both. His small horns sat delicately on his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Halsin's grip on your hand tightened, a mix of awe and disbelief etched across his face. "Is this... Is this truly him?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Halsin nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes. This is Thaniel wholly put together, In the flesh."

The young horned boy blinked up at both of you and tilted his head curiously. "Who are you?" he asked towards you, his voice melodic and excited as he pointed.

You giggled softly, giving the boy a shy smile. “I’m a friend of Halsin’s. I helped him save you.”

“She’s a sorceress. Quite a good one.” Halsin added proudly.

Your cheeks heated slightly, not sure how to take the compliment.

Thaniel narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “A sorceress, hmm? Cast something then!”

You couldn’t help but laugh again at the childish pout the boy gave you. Who could say no to that face? You took a breath and whispered the incantation, circling your finger in the air to cast ‘Dancing lights’.

Beautiful blue orbs blipped into existence, shining gentle light over everything below it.

Thaniel's eyes widened in wonder as he watched the dancing lights float around the tent. His excitement was infectious, and soon both you and Halsin found yourselves smiling at the sight.

But as the lights swirled and twirled, something peculiar happened. They began to take on different shapes—a miniature dragon, a cascading waterfall, a blooming flower. The lights had a life of their own, responding to Thaniel's imagination and bringing his fantasies to life.

Thaniel clapped his hands in delight, his laughter filling the tent. "This is incredible! Can we make them do more?"

You nodded slightly, in awe of how the boy could manipulate someone else’s spell so easily.

“He acts as if he’s never seen magic before. Even though he can use it in such an incredible way.” You murmured, turning to Halsin.

Halsin’s chest filled with warmth when your eyes met his, “Maybe he hasn’t seen magic from one so beautiful.”

Your cheeks blushed brilliant red, your eyes unable to break away from the man.

Thaniel‘s voice cut through, making the two of you look towards him and realize the dancing light’s had completely disappeared.

“Miss Halsin’s-pretty-sorceress?” He asked, tinged with sarcasm, “Can you bring the lights back?

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~Owlbear Cub~

Scratch and Owlbear cub played loudly, running through the center of the camp. You watched on, the display a nice distraction from the long day.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the camp, you couldn't help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest. The playful antics of Scratch and the Owlbear cub had brought a much-needed respite to the weariness that had settled upon your companions.

With a contented smile, you leaned back against the rough trunk of an ancient oak tree, observing the camaraderie forming between Scratch, a stray pup you had taken under your wing, and the Owlbear cub, a gentle baby with fluffy feathers and curious eyes. Their chase carried them further into the camp, weaving through tents and scattering supplies in their wake.

Laughter echoed through the air as your weary companions watched on, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Even Astarion with his unyielding glare, couldn't suppress a chuckle at the sight of the unlikely pair's boundless energy.

As dusk began to deepen, Halsin bumbled over to sit next to you. He carried his whittling tools, starting his next project as soon as he was on the ground. The two of you had grown much closer in the past days, now comfortable enough with each other to sit together in silence. It was nice, being able to unwind after the stressful days. You didn’t feel the need to make endless conversation, content to just appreciate each others presence.

Scratch and the cub quieted in the distance for a split second before the little Owlbear squeaked in pain. Your head shot up, concern rising in you as you looked towards them.

The Owlbear rounded the corner, limping to you with a whimper. Scratch followed close behind, barking as if he was trying to get everyone’s attention.

Halsin stood up, “Give me just a moment to see to Scratch and I’ll see to the cub.”

You watched as the cub slinked over, crawling up into your lap as it let out pitiful chitters.

You gathered the creature into your arms as much as you could, cooing over the poor thing. You couldn’t see what had hurt it, only that it was favoring its back paw.

You gently examined the Owlbear cub's injured paw, careful not to cause any further pain. It seemed like a sprain, and you sighed with relief that it wasn't anything more serious. The little creature nestled closer to you, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Halsin returned with a concerned expression, crouching down beside you. "How is the cub?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"It's just a sprain, nothing too serious," you replied, giving the cub a gentle stroke. "I think some rest and healing magic should do the trick."

Halsin nodded, reaching out his hand to cast a spell. A small green glow started to radiate outwards before it fizzled.

“Oak Father Preserve me,” Halsin muttered. “It seems I’ve been rendered empty of mana.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “I’m not. I can do it.”

Halsin leaned in as you cast your healing spell, a warm glow shining against the cub’s feathers

As you channeled your magic into the sprained paw, a soothing warmth enveloped the Owlbear cub. Its beady eyes stared up at you with an almost grateful expression, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at being able to help your oversized baby.

The Owlbear crawled out of your arms, much more sure footed than before. It tentatively tested its weight on the healed paw, Scratch standing close by as if he felt protective of his oddly shaped little sibling. A delighted squeak emanated from the cub’s throat as it realized the pain was completely gone.

Halsin watched in awe, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You truly have a gift," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

You gave him a modest smile before turning your attention back to the cub, gently nuzzling its soft feathers. It nuzzled back against your cheek affectionately, expressing its gratitude in its own adorable way. It’s funny, how quickly this cub changed from wanting to eat you to wanting to be coddled constantly.

As you continued to sit there, Halsin leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against your own.

“You’re able to do so many different kinds of magic. You’re so powerful.” He murmured.

His hand reached over to stroke the owl bear softly before it rested on your own.

“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at Halsin's words, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. With a soft smile, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his. "And I am lucky to have met you too, Halsin," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

The setting sun cast an ethereal glow upon the two of you, enveloping you in a moment of quiet intimacy. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the beating of your hearts. It felt as if time had come to a standstill, allowing this connection between you and Halsin to flourish.

As you sat there, hand in hand, the camp around you bustled with activity once again. Companions prepared meals, shared stories, and tended to their duties. But in that small pocket of serenity beneath the ancient oak tree, it was just the two of you.

A Druid and his Sorceress.

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[olsenmyolsen]

Giving My Heart To You

Happy Valentine's Day!

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dark master list

MCU (Female Sorceress Reader X The Scarlet Witch)

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and what better way to spend than with someone trying to kill you.

Word Count: 2.7K

Content: Scarlet Milf, Darkhold, Death, but it works out(?)

It's February 14th, 2024.

You have been watching the witch formally known as Wanda Maximoff for the last few months.

You first took notice of her at the same time an old acquaintance of yours did. But she beat you to the punch, and then the hex and WestView happened.

Now you see who she is becoming or, better yet, what she is now.

The Avenger is gone.

The Scarlet Witch remains.

As you hold a leather-bound book close to your chest, you pray to your goddess that this works. That you can save the witch from herself. You know what she plans to do, and you feel for her. You don't blame her. She's been through enough, but you just know that the outcome of her future could happen differently.

So, as your bare feet step into the symbol you've made on the ground surrounded by candles and shrines from your past, are you ready to do what you NEED to do.

You're going to give your heart to the scarlet witch.

And if this spell works, the darkness in her will leave so she can find her children without killing a child.

You've done it once before, three hundred years ago for you in a different dimension. The spell worked, but the light power within sent you tumbling through the cosmos until you landed here.

Anyways, three hundred years later, you're prepared to do it again.

So, as your green dress brushes against the dirt on the floor do, you levitate the book away from your chest and start lifting your arms as you whisper the spell.

Your pink lips touch as your heart begins to glow. You lift your right arm and flick three fingers back before grabbing onto the air and pulling. You lift your head towards the sky as you feel the glow surrounding your body. It lifts you.

It's working.

But you're not alone, and you sense it too late.

A force hits you that sends your body to the floor as your book goes flying and your candles blow out. The white glow stops as she speaks up.

"Who are you?"

Your eyes go wide when you hear her voice. The accent is something you've always fallen for.

You close your eyes and bring yourself up to your knees.

"I asked you a question." The Scarlet Witch sneers as she takes a step closer to you. Now, standing behind your body.

You open your eyes and turn your head to face her.

The first thing you notice are her black fingertips. As your eyes move upward, you see how her suit has been cracked and turned black.

Finally, you lift your white eyes to her.

Your mouth falls open as you see her face—high cheekbones. Green eyes. Pillowy red lips with a face softer than wool.

She looks just like your Wanda.

"Your eyes are white." The Witch says to you as she begins walking around you. Her boots kicking away the symbol on the ground. You can't help but watch with your hands on your knees.

"Are you ever going to speak?" She says when she looks at you. Stopping next to your book. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N." The Witch hums as she looks you up and down. Her eyes roaming over the part of your dress that leaves more to be desired.

"Why am I in your book?" A red glow surrounds your book and lifts it to the woman across from you. "You wouldn't believe me." You shake your head. You know how this song and dance plays. "The Darkhold won't let you listen."

The Scarlet Witch tilts her head. "How do you know about the Darkhold?" Without giving you a second to answer, you find yourself being lifted and thrown several feet away—your body landing and tumbling. Thankfully, your magic cushioned the blow as you put your legs out and dug them into the dirt until you turned and stood up, surprising the Witch.

She watched your green dress turn into a suit similar to the one she wore.

Before the Darkhold showed her the truth.

You lifted your hands up as you prepared to defend yourself.

"You want to kill me and take it, don't you?" The Witch strutted towards you. "No." You shook your head as your eyes lifted to her face. "I want to help." A red ball of magic formed in the hands of the Witch. "I have all of the help I need." She threw the red ball towards you and another.

White shields extended themselves from your outstretched hands as you blocked her attacks. However, this didn't stop her as she started shooting lines of magic towards you. You effortlessly duck and dodge, but you know she won't stop.

You needed to get her to see what you knew to be true.

So, as you made counter moves and an effort not to fight back, you worked your way closer and closer to her. Until you found yourself close enough, and that's when the glow of your powers surrounded your body, and in a flash, you disappeared.

With the Witches arms raised, she looked around. You were gone, but she could sense you. The Darkhold was whispering to her that you were still present.

And just like what happened to you, Wanda sensed you when it was too late.

Your right arm wrapped itself around the waist of The Witch, making both of your mouths fall open at the touch, but you remained focused as you lifted her left hand with your powers to the side of your head.

She needed to see your memories.

At first, it was you and Wanda running away from chores and the labor forced upon you by others in your village.

Young adults trying to figure out who you were.

Slowly, it morphed into stolen kisses and nights of passion as Wanda's mouth worked it way across your body.

Followed by dates with a gold ring and the trials and burning of other witches... it became the final straw. The two of you knew you had to run away.

So you did.

But somewhere along the path, when you didn't realize it, your mind had succumbed to Wanda and her whisperings.

Your fiancée became more possessive. Not only of you but of the children Wanda grew inside of her.

Like magic, they were brought into your world. You and Wanda raised your boys with love and care for several years.

But what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, right?

You thought the same thing about Wanda. You were certain the book was with her.

You needed to save Billy and Tommy... but...

The night it happened, you were on your knees. Bound by red magic as Wanda's black fingertips ran through your hair. Scratching your head.

"You're so good to me." She spoke in a hushed Sokovain tone. "So why do you disobey me?" Wanda moved her hands downward and pulled. Making you cry out as she yanked you to the floor.

She scoffed.

You looked up to her as she conjured the Darkhold into the air. "You're going to leave me. Betray me." She spoke as if she knew what she was talking about.

You shook your head. "I'm trying to save them. They need their mom." You cried out as a red line of magic wrapped around your throat.

Wanda smiled with a roll of her eyes. "Oh, please. We both know I could squeeze a lot harder, and you'll be fine." Wanda's attention left you as she grabbed your book. "The Darkhold was right. I am in here." She ripped the pages of The Scarlet Witch out.

They softly landed next to you.

Tears in your eyes as you read the spell one last time.

"Wanda, please..." Your voice was weak. She closed your book and let it disappear. "Please?" She tightened her jaw when your eyes looked at her. "You want to take MY children away from me?!"

That's when you knew she was officially gone.

Ours became Mine.

Plus, she didn't even remember...

You swallowed the hurt in your throat and let your heart quietly break before mustering up the courage to speak.

"Wanda..." That was the last time you said her name. "Billy and Tommy..." Your lips wobbled as you gently cried. "They're already gone..."

The Scarlet Witch froze. You took the opportunity to catch your breath and lift your hand to touch the red magic around your arm. "You're not supposed to know that..." She spoke before using her magic to pull you to her feet. Bringing you inches away from her face. "Their death isn't your fault." The Witch gritted her teeth, but for a split second, you saw her eyes soften as your words reached her.

The red around your wrist turned white and allowed your arms to break free of the hold she had on you. The Witch, in shock, dropped you and watched as you landed on your feet across the room.

Ready for combat.

"You're not going to stop me! I am their mother, and I am the only one who can save them! I need them."

The Darkhold had control. You knew that. But seeing your wife scream at you as tears ran down her face would always hurt.

But she was going to go take someone else's Billy and Tommy. She was going to kill you if she had to.

So you knew what needed to be done.

"I love you, and I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to do this." You looked into her green eyes and let out a white glow as The Scarlet Witch threw her hex bolts at you.

But in the end, it worked.

When the moment struck, you let your power course its way through your heart until it became too much, and it latched itself onto the next living thing.

Wanda Maximoff.

Within an instant, Wanda and her old memories came back. Her copy of the Darkhold destroyed.

But you were gone.

A copy of your leather-bound book fell in front of your wife. It opened to a chapter on multiversal travel. A study you had been working on since becoming aware of the Darkhold's influence.

Written in black ink at the top of the page was your writings: "Find our boys. The ones who need a mother. The ones who need you, Wanda. And don't worry about me. Just don't ever forget. I love you."

The Scarlet Witch fell to the ground in front of you as you panted from the memory.

You watched her wrap her hands into fists as she let out a muffled cry. "You're showing me lies!" She screamed out in denial as you caught your breath and stumbled. The memory taking it out of you.

It was your first time reliving it since it happened.

"I'm not lying, and you know it." The Witch shook her head and turned around, falling onto the side of her body—tears in her eyes. "You know about the other versions of you. You know about this one. I'm not lying to you. So don't lie to yourself." You spoke with a bite to your words as you could never forget YOUR Wanda. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm trying to help you. Please let me."

You opened your eyes to see The Witch right herself onto her knees. For the first time, she looked defeated. Ashamed. Her head hung low. She was vulnerable.

Carefully, you took steps towards her and lifted your right hand to her face. She flinched, and it pained you to see. "Wanda..." The name quietly left your lips.

She looked up.

"I can't fight the Darkhold much longer." You nodded. "You can find them without killing America Chavez. Take my book when I'm gone." Wanda looked around and nodded as she sniffled.

You wiped a tear from her cheek and pulled your hand back as you once again let your heart glow white. The spell leaving your lips as your body lifts itself upward.

Wanda watches in awe of you, but at the moment, she blinks, and her burnt copy of the Darkhold falls in front of her as white sparkles flow through the air.

Once again, you gave your heart to Wanda Maximoff.

Once again, you were sent tumbling through the cosmos. Between universes and reaches unknown. You flew until you came crashing down within a shield of your magic on an old barn.

A dozen sheep looked at you before scattering away as you stood up. You turned back and saw the pile of hay and grass you landed on. "Sorry." You spoke to the sheep as you gingerly moved past them through the open barn doors.

You looked around and found yourself in an apple orchard.

To your left, there was a two-story house not far. You cracked your neck and began walking towards it.

As you got closer, only then did you see how worn out your green dress was. How destroyed it had gotten when your armor took hits- "Stop right there!"

That voice. You knew that voice.

"Lift your head!" The voice commanded, and only then did you notice the red wisps surrounding you.

Your breath hitched as you complied.

You did as you were told. You slowly lifted your head to find not one but three people looking at you.

Three Maximoffs. Wanda, Billy, and Tommy.

"Y/N..." Wanda lowered her arm, and the magic around you disappeared. Her mouth dropped before she recovered. But her lips shook as her eyes watered.

You tilted your head as the emotional toll started taking you over. "Wanda... My Wanda..." You stammered and felt yourself about to become a blubbering mess.

Was it her?

"Mom, don't!" The twins tried to hold their mother back as she took a step towards you. "It's alright." She whispered to them as she started walking down the porch steps.

You took a step back as you started to cry. Afraid of the false hope this could. It had been so long. "Is it you?" You asked, making Wanda chuckle. "Is it you?" She asked back.

You bite back a laugh as you choked on a cry. "I asked you first." You said. Wanda nodded.

From thin air, your leather-bound book appeared, and the pages turned to your writings at the top of the page.

You put a hand over your eyes as you fell to the ground and began to cry.

You found your way back.

In an instance, Wanda was wrapping you up in a hug as she cried as well. Wanda, overwhelmed, reached down and pulled your chin upwards to crash her lips onto yours.

You kissed her back and melted into the arms of your wife.

"How long has it been?" You asked through sobs. "Five years," Wanda said as her lips found the side of your face again. "For me, it's been three hundred." Wanda frowned and felt her heart shattered.

She couldn't believe it.

The twins carefully took steps off the porch and to the spot where their mom held a woman in a green dress. "Mom..." Billy spoke up, making the two of you turn your heads. "They look the same." You whispered. "I found them a year ago," Wanda whispered back.

"Who is this?" Tommy looked worried, and rightfully so.

Wanda smiled at you before looking to your sons. "Boys, you remember how I came into your lives?" The twins nodded at the memory of your Wanda being there for them when their Wanda died of cancer. "You found us when we needed you," Billy spoke up.

You brushed away a tear as you watched Wanda fill her role as Mom once again.

"Well, this is my wife Y/N Y/L/N. She, like me, was a mother to our boys, and she saved me when all was dark." The twins seem to be following along. "How come she wasn't with you then?" Tommy asked.

You placed a hand on Wanda's arm and scooted away from her. Closer to the boys. "Because..." You started. "My magic sent me away, and I'll explain when you're older..." Tommy rolled his eyes while Billy looked excited. "It took me a while to get back. But I knew I would come back. Do you know why?" You sniffled at the sight of your sons.

Tommy shook his head while Billy asked: "Why?"

You looked back to Wanda before looking at the twins again. "Because, like your mother, the both of you have my heart. And I will always find my way back to the ones I love."

dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics

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[rose-lunaire]

scandalous sorceress here, your one and only source into the wicked lives of slytherin’s elite…

spotted: theodore nott making the deal of his life. all that’s left is to seal it, sweetie

careful, m. just because your daddy tamed the baddest bitch in town, doesn’t mean you can bed one.

this just in, draco malfoy spotted locking lips with a mystery girl

until next time, you know you love me. xoxo, scandalous sorceress.

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[caffieneaddictt18]

Moment of Peace

sorceress!reader travels with geralt and ciri as their healer and ciris mother figure as geralts wife. one relaxing day, reader shows ciri a little party trick that geralt doesnt know yet. ends with geralt and reader play fighting about why she didnt show him but showed ciri; and them all acting like a family

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As we finally settle in a meadow, surrounded by forest, I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of sun against my face and the soft soil beneath me feels amazing.

"Ciri! Y/N! Go collect water. I'll be right back." Geralt commands, but before he can leave to collect wood and sustenance for the night, you stop him and give him a quick kiss.

"Be safe."

"Always am."

Those simple four words are all you need before you walk off into the forest for a few yards, before you come upon a clear water stream. You see Ciri standing in the water and feeling the sun while collecting water. As you join her in the water, she looks up.

"So... why do you allow him to order you around if you're his wife?" Ciri, blunt as ever, asks, not understanding that this is Geralt's way of showing his love.

"He doesn't 'order' me around. It's his way of keeping us safe. I'm a mage and can keep you safe. You're training and can keep me safe. Plus, he goes off and does the dangerous hunting, so we don't have to. It's his way of showing love." I explain his actions and why I react without losing my patience with the way Geralt talks to me.

"Oh. I didn't think about it like that." Ciri ticks her head to the side and continues to collect water.

"Geralt isn't conventional. But he is exactly how I want him. I wouldn't want it any other way." I start towards the bank of the river and continue walking along the greenery of the forest.

As Ciri looked on as you walked, she watched in mystery. The forest seemed to bend to your will. The trees would part to make a path for you and the stones would roll out of the way, leaving only soft soil for you to walk on.

As you both reached your camp site, Geralt was dragging a large deer, and a cloth behind him that was filled. Probably with wood.

You and Ciri both put your jugs down as Geralt drops the sack of wood off near you and walks to the trees to skin the animal for food & it's hide.

You have the sense to build the fire and let Ciri light it later. She's normally sleepy when you build the fire. Makes it easier.

As you both run around, you find a good size patch of daisies.

"Ciri!" You call over the girl, "Come here!"

The blonde girl runs over to see what you're looking at.

"Would you like to learn how to make a daisy chain? You can even put one on Geralt, if you'd like." You throw out the tempting offer to make the Witcher seem silly.

And Ciri quickly agrees. You sit down, careful to avoid the daisies, and show her how to make a daisy chain/flower crown.

As the sun is no longer at its nice, warm heat and enters the baking heat, you take Ciri down to the stream again to clean up. 'The sun will dry us faster' was your reasoning to drag the girl with you.

As you are cleaning your clothes and yourself off, you see Ciri doing the same. Perfect.

"Hey, Ciri! Would you like to see something?"

"Um... What is it?"

"I promise, no harm will come unto you from me. It's just a little party trick."

"Ok..." She waded closer to you as you met her in the middle of the stream.

You magically gathered the sweat and water from Ciri and yourself, throwing it into the air and condensing the clouds around the sun to have more water, allowing the clouds to form a sort of circle around the sun. As the sun continues to shine, the clouds begin turn colors... briefly pink, then a light green, and there's a light blue! (Refer to the picture at the top)

Ciri looks at the sky in awe. "You can do this?" She points to the clouds.

"Yes. When I was at Aretuza, they taught not just politics and magic. They taught basic sciences. This was one of those. I had asked my teacher why there as a rainbow after every rainfall. She explained it to me. Since then, I had been practicing it until I was able to perfect it. Took a couple tries, but it came one day, and it stayed."

"And you never showed me?" A deep, hulking voice inquired from the shadows. Of course, the yellow cat-like eyes gave him away.

"I'm sorry, Geralt. I thought of it as a mere party trick. And it's not like it is helpful when we are off on adventures." I laugh and 'apologize' for not showing my husband sooner.

"You better be sorry!" He charges out of the woods and into the stream, getting both you and Ciri wet again, before lifting you by the waist and carrying you back to base on his shoulder. Everyone was laughing and peace was covering the three of them.

Just a moment of peace.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

I am so sorry the ending was bad. I didn't know what to put for the ending so I winged it. Thank you all so much for your love and support of my work! I love to see everyone enjoying it.

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[qldqueerboy]

You are fully aware of a transgression that needs to be rectified today but the willingness to actually do it is lacking. It is as if there is a feeling of comfort by just leaving the misdemeanour alone to work itself out. At least in your mind the person responsible for creating this situation today is trustworthy enough to sort the matter out without you having to get involved.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

hii how is chapter six of ‘first times’ with larissa going?👀

Heyyyy anon!

Thank you for your patience!! I am currently working on it 💞 It should be out within the week 😃 Apologies on the time, I was on vacation, then sick, then I had family over… 😆😆😆 Keep an eye out for it! Until then, here are the first five chapters 😉

Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings

Chapter 2: Into the Spring of Things

Chapter 3: Show Me, Teach Me

Chapter 4: We Interrupt this Program…

Chapter 5: Higher Level of Involvement

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Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Dick Grayson with some flavor of magical SO

"Whatcha cookin'?" Dick asked, leaning on the counter and watching you grind herbs in a stone mortar.

"Dinner," you tell him, smiling a little before you lean over to kiss him hello.

"Dinner dinner or some weird love potion you're calling dinner?" he teased, brushing a sweat-dampened lock of hair off your forehead.

"You'll have to eat it and find out I suppose," you hum.

"Smells good regardless," he chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the couch. How he wound up with the last living descendant of Morgan le Fey in his kitchen, he would never know. If he were feeling romantic, he'd call it destiny. But realistically, it was probably dumb luck.

Dumb Luck and dogged persistence.

"I'd hope so," you snort, "I've been cooking all day."

"Special occasion?"

"Boredom," you sigh. "The days are short so the Dragons are out en masse."

Dick made a soft sympathetic noise. A princess in your own right, exiled from your kingdom for the crime of refusing to kill in a trial by combat- trapped in a world not your own. Pressed in on all sides by iron and ignorance. In another time, long before you were born The Dragons; witch hunters, would have just been an inconvenience. But Now? Even in Gotham they were deadly. And there were always more around a solstice. He doubted you'd been outside all week. It meant meals that could rival Alfred's and a spotless apartment- but a very unhappy Sorceress.

You didn't complain, not really. But your eyes, the curious, enchanting eyes that had drawn him to you first when he noticed the way the colors shifted- had been the same dark grey of storm clouds for days- barely lightening to even the pale lavender he'd first seen.

"Maybe tomorrow I can take you to find some new fabric? Or we can go make friends with the Ravens in the park," he tried.

"Maybe," you allow. But when you don't look up from your mortar and your cooking pot, Dick knows. You'd seen them.

He'd never seen them. But. He'd seen you fight. Teeth bared. Sword in hand. A blur of magic and Fury. Facing down rogues and monsters without flinching. If it was enough to make you hide indoors, kept safe behind your wards- then it was something horrible, what they had in store for you.

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[rmoonstoner]

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider

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Just A Taste - Part 1 - 18+

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider x Sorceress!fem!reader

Just A Taste - Part 2 - 18+

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider x Sorceress!fem!reader

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

A Strange Birthday Surprise

part two I part one Doctor Strange Appreciation Event 2022

Day 15: Happy Birthday, Stephen Strange!

summary: Stephen Strange x Sorceress Reader. Cloak enlists your help to make Stephen's birthday a special one. But the question is: will he actually be around to enjoy the celebration?

characters: Stephen Strange, Cloak of Levitation, Sorceress Reader

genre: fluff, pining, first kisses

rating: general audience

word count: 3.9k

Chapter Three

Befuddled by the sudden, comfy---albeit entirely unexpected---embrace, you found yourself immediately bewitched by the scent embedded in the thick, soft material. You smell just like...him, you sighed inwardly, and you could swear that you heard the faint whisper of a reply in your mind---I knooooowww. You blinked in disbelief but allowed yourself the treat of breathing deeply---closing your eyes while delighting in the fragrance of Strange’s aftershave, masculine and woodsy with notes of bright, clean citrus, overlaying the sage and frankincense he used while meditating.

Cloak also bore traces of scent that often lingered in the aftermath of magic; the more powerful the spell or the sorcerer, the stronger was the scent left behind---so that widely experienced Masters were sometimes able to identify who had cast the spell by the fragrance left in the aftermath. You were imagining that this would be very close to how it would feel to be held close in Stephen Strange’s arms---and you could feel Cloak heartily agree. Yeeeeesssss. A wave of its genuine affection washed over you, and you sent the same feeling back to this unique and wonderful sentient being, understanding that it perceived the secret feelings you’d been harboring for the Master of the New York Sanctum...and that Cloak approved.  

“I always knew there’d come a day when Cloak would leave me for someone much prettier.”  Strange sounded amused, his voice smooth and deep, thrumming through you as it always did. This was the voice you often wished would sound in your dreams at night. His nearly iridescent eyes were filled with warmth and mirth, while his lopsided smiled seemed purely for you. “And I see congratulations are in order, Y/N.” He leaned closer, letting his voice drop into a confidential tone, “I’m guessing that Cloak must have noticed that too.”

“I...I...” you stammered, discombobulated by how very near he was; near enough for you to number the smattering of pale freckles upon his handsome face. “I, uh...thank you, Doctor Strange.”

“Oh, no need to be so formal, Y/N. It’s Stephen, now that you’re a Master too,” he winked and grinned, and somehow that made you relax just a bit. “Please?”

“Stephen,” you breathed, “Of course.” Cloak rippled its approval.

He was studying you in silence, but all thought had left your mind, lost as you felt in the wisdom and humor reflected in his remarkable eyes. “That color suits you, too,” he continued, “Have you decided on a specialty yet?”

Saaaayyyy somethinnnng, came Cloak’s quiet instruction, enough to nudge an answer from your lips. “No, um...not yet, anyway. It’s just my first official day as a Master.”

“Ah...well...,” the fine crinkles beside his riveting eyes reflected his continued good humor, “No rush then. Whatever discipline you choose will be fortunate to have you.”

Your cheeks colored at his compliment, your heart thrilled to hear it. You forced yourself to hold his gaze instead of looking away, which was your natural inclination. “Thank you, Stephen. You’re very kind to say so.”

He nodded and gave a small shrug, and then bit his lip, looking slightly perplexed. “So...um...dunno what’s up with Cloak right now, but it appears it wants to stick with you a while. I guess it’ll find me when it’s ready---if it hasn’t decided to throw me over for a new Master,” he teased.

“Ohhhh...I’m sure it’s just being...friendly. Like it was when I visited your Sanctum last spring,” you offered, “It feels...playful. And kind of...hmmm...excited about something. Does that make sense?”

Stephen nodded again, though he looked even more baffled. “It does...for the most part. But, yeah---that’s how it works with us. Cloak is surprisingly empathetic; it reads my feelings and anticipates my needs. Especially when we’re in a precarious situation. And that communication goes both ways.”

The both of you were surprised when Cloak flicked what looked like a thumb’s up. Stephen shook his head and took a deep sigh, conceding to his Relic’s silent persuasion, “Alright, alright...have it your way. But keep it low key, okay? It’s N’s/Y first day as a Master, so please just give her an easy test ride---there’s no need to show off by taking her on a trip around the world.” He smiled at you reassuringly, “Unless you feel like visiting the French Riviera or Bora Bora.”

“That sounds pretty tempting, Stephen,” you chuckled, “But as I’ve got a pretty full schedule today, I’d have to regretfully decline.” Cloak gave you a quick, understanding squeeze. We’ve...much to...doooooooo, it promised.

Stephen inclined his head toward the knot of Masters waiting for him across the courtyard, “Speaking of, I’ve got a few things to attend to as well.” He addressed Cloak directly again, “I should be done here in a few hours. If N/Y hasn’t completely stolen your loyalty by then, come find me before I head back to New York?”

Cloak snapped its version of a salute and began to tug you to move along. Stephen was grinning to see you experience something very familiar to him. “Again, you have my sincere congratulations, Master N/Y. You’ve got a lot to be proud of.” As soon as he turned away, Cloak was dragging you towards the dormitory wing of the compound.

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“I’m sorry...what?”  Cloak was sending you a series of images, but in its excitement, far too rapidly for you to make any sense out of them. You could feel its frustration mounting. “Slow down,” you suggested. “Give me a chance to ask some yes or no questions.”

Cloak patted your cheek, and you closed your eyes to concentrate. A picture of a bunch of balloons popped into your head. “Okay, balloons. Are they for someone?”

Yeeeeesssss...

Now you saw a tall, chocolate-frosted cake in your mind’s eye. “Cake. Alright...so with balloons, that makes me think of a celebration. Is this...is this about a party of some sort?”

Cloak nodded around you so vigorously that you almost felt dizzy.

“A birthday party?”

Yup yup yuuuuuuuup... Astonishingly, you could feel it pop that final ‘p’, in sure imitation of its Master.

“For who?” In answer, you felt what must have been Cloak’s sentience riffling through your mind. Gently searching for a very particular memory. Suddenly, you saw Stephen’s face as you leaned in to brush a solitary kiss upon his cheek. That sweet little kiss you had given him in appreciation for how kindly he’d been when you’d visited his Sanctum with those young Novices last spring. The very same kiss that Cloak had urged you into, helping you to overcome your shyness about being so forward towards your crush. “Ooooohhhh! For Stephen.”

Bingoooooo!

“Is it today?” you enquired, wishing that you had known about it already, so you might have given the Master of the New York Sanctum birthday greetings.

Cloak fluttered around you. Nooooooo...but sooooooon.

“Alright...alright...when?”

You saw a calendar hanging on a wall, open to November, with the 18th circled in red. “Got it! So you want me to wish him a happy birthday in ten days?”

Yesssssss...but nooooooo...

Suddenly you saw yourself at nine years old, blowing out the candles on your birthday cake, surround by your best friends, all wearing party hats. “Wait...what...you want me to have a party for Stephen?”

You could feel Cloak’s relief at being fully understood. Yesssssss... 

“Okay...okay.” Your mind immediately whirled with possibilities. “I can do this. I just need to give it some thought.”

Now you could feel Cloak straining to communicate, and understood shortly thereafter that is was attempting its most complicated message yet. Muuuust...muuuust be...surpriiiiiiise!

“Got it,” you grinned, beginning to imagine the happy light that would come to Stephen’s eyes when he came upon such a wonderful surprise. “I absolutely can do this. But you’re going to need to find a way to get him out of the Sanctum for a couple hours on the 18th so I can get things set up. Do you think you can manage that?” Cloak hugged you warmly and gave you a small, celebratory twirl.

You already had a couple of unique ideas that would make the party extra special for your hero and unrepentant crush. Though part of you was already thinking...hoping...wishing, that perhaps he might be pleased enough by the end of the party to sweep you into his arms and show you his appreciation with some sweet kisses of his own.

Chapter Four

When it comes to the world of magic and mysticism, even the most meticulously planned events can meet with failure. Though you knew this to be true, you couldn’t help feeling disappointed and downright glum. The birthday banner still hung in the darkened dining hall, with the balloons and streamers left behind as the guests had departed in small groups once it had been clear that the guest of honor was going to be a no-show.

The young Novices you’d brought along to Strange’s Sanctum had been disappointed too; you had taught them to sing Happy Birthday, first in English and then in Nepali, but they never got the chance. You had cut the cake and dished out the ice cream for them as a consolation prize, setting aside a generous sized slice for Stephen---not even sure when he might return from what was supposed to have been a cakewalk of a mission.

And of course, you had begun to fret a bit for Stephen’s safety. Cloak was supposed to make sure they returned hours ago. Although Strange was the most brilliant, gifted Sorcerer that had arisen in the Mystic Brotherhood since The Ancient One herself, he was still a mortal man---and even Cloak, for all its dedication and loyalty, could not guarantee his well-being when confronted with unknown, staggering odds. You wished you had the Gift of Sight, so you might catch of glimpse of how your Hero and his stalwart companion fared---while part of you wondered if you should gather the supplies needed should you decide on attempting to scry out his location.

Perhaps Strange was in need of help, trapped in mystical, even nefarious, entanglements. If so, you were more than willing to hazard yourself to come to his aid. Conjuring a simple hourglass, you vowed to wait for only half the contents to spill into its bottom half, and if he hadn’t returned to his Sanctum by then you would set out to search for him.

Cloak had finally managed to pull its beloved, battle-singed and weary Sorcerer from the clean-up that had followed a nasty and completely unexpected confrontation. The pair had been inadvertently caught in the middle of an intense tribal rivalry between two villages on the outskirts of the Amazon Rainforest. In a bid to settle the conflict, both village Shamans had reached out to Kamar-Taj, requesting the aid of a Master to help them negotiate the peace, and Stephen had been tapped to adjudicate the meeting.

Things had gone awry about twenty minutes into the assembly of the tribe Elders, Shamans, and Strange, when a group of about two dozen villagers (from both tribes) who had been taken under the influence of a Dark Magician---one who thrived upon chaos of any kind---had begun hurling bottled curses at them, which were unleashed when their containers shattered. With the help of the Shamans, Stephen had set up protective wards and then summoned further assistance from Kathmandu. The coterie of Sorcerers had freed the entranced villagers of the Dark Magician’s enchantment, eventually leaving Stephen to root out and vanquish the evil doer. However, that had proven far more difficult than he had anticipated, for the villain had left scores of booby traps---both magical and mortal---to protect his lair. In the end, Stephen had needed several of his fellow Sorcerers to overcome and then banish the Dark Magician to a pocket dimension.

Once the portal back to New York had closed behind them, Cloak began to pull Stephen to the dining hall, knowing that his surprise party awaited him there. “Hold up,” Stephen had growled, “All I want right now is a long, hot shower. I can grab something to eat later.” Cloak only tugged at him all the harder, while making sure it blocked him from receiving any of its thoughts and emotions, in order to keep the secret. The completion of the plan it had hatched weeks ago was only a trip down two flights of stairs away.

Cloak could feel its Sorcerer’s agitation growing with each dragged footstep, and at the second floor landing Stephen decided that he had enough, trying his best to shrug his Relic off. “Goddammit, I’m in no mood for this. Let me go!” He continued to struggle heroically, even as they arrived at the entrance to the dining hall.

If Cloak had an actual head, it surely would have scratched it, dumbfounded that the room was dark and empty. That was a strong enough reaction that Stephen did feel it, moving him to pose the question, “Just what were you expecting?” In the darkness, he wasn’t able to discern the decorations that had been meant for his celebration.

Cloak gave no answer, but immediately flitted away, zipping along the hallway in search of answers---eventually locating you sitting dejectedly in the kitchen. You blinked in surprise and relief, certain that its presence meant that Stephen Strange was home and safe. Cloak flashed its version of two thumbs up, then rushed off to collect Stephen.

Wasting no time, you banished the hourglass and snapped your fingers to light the few candles you had placed on the slice of birthday cake you’d saved for your Hero. Your heart was racing with happy anticipation while you considered if you should try to sing the birthday song to him by yourself. Any notes you might have uttered fell short when you saw Stephen’s battle worn state as Cloak ushered him into the room.

His brow remained furrowed for a moment, until he took in the full picture, with you and the lit candles enough to explain Cloak’s seemingly bizarre behavior. Cloak itself had withdrawn to the hall just outside the kitchen, content that its mission been accomplished---if not in the measure it had hoped for, at least in the spirit of offering Stephen birthday wishes.

Stephen’s expression had softened once he realized what you’d done for him, and he gifted you the easy smile you adored. “You two were in cahoots, weren’t you?” You nodded, momentarily tongue-tied at the dashing figure he cut---the soot of magical battle still coloring his cheekbones and robes---combined with the growing light of amusement in his compelling eyes. “How did you know?”

“It was Cloak’s idea…Stephen,” you managed, still feeling the novelty of calling him by his given name, as he came to stand across the table from you, “It wanted to be sure you weren’t forgotten on your birthday.” You lowered your eyes, made almost too shy by the warm appraisal in his gaze to reveal your part of the plan. “It asked for my help…”

“That day at Kamar-Taj,” he marveled, grinning.

“Uh…yes. And I’ve been more than happy to do it…” You dared to meet his eyes again, which immediately stirred those familiar butterflies in your tummy.

“Hmmmmm,” he mused, “Well I’ll be damned…”

You found your fingers itching to set right the errant curl draped across his forehead, and bit you lip at the pleasant shiver that ran up your spine from the way he was watching you. “Once I understood what Cloak wanted for you, I set it all up…I even asked Master Wong to find an easy task to keep you out of the Sanctum while I decorated and greeted the guests,” you explained. “It was supposed to be easy, I swear. I’m guessing something went wrong…”

“A bit,” he nodded, and you guessed he was trying to play down the severity of what had actually happened, “But nothing I couldn’t handle. Pretty close to routine, in fact.”

“Really,” you scoffed, liking him even more for attempting to spare your feelings, “You look like you’ve been in the thick of it…Stephen.”

He shook his head, waving off your concern, “Nah---just another day in the life…”

“Well, somehow I believe you’re being too modest,” you countered, “But, be that as it may, Happy Birthday, Doctor Strange, for, uh…for what it’s worth.”

“Thank you, N/Y. That means a lot, coming from you this way.” He took a seat at the end of the table, closer to where you stood.

“There were guests, of course. Cake and ice cream.” You felt yourself begin to relax, and moved your chair to the corner of the table to sit next to him. “I had some of the younglings here too; they were very excited for the chance to sing for you.”

“Then I’m doubly sorry to have missed it,” he murmured, the warmth of his voice thrumming through you as it always did when he was this close. “But at least there’s still cake and candles and…and you to help me celebrate. Quietly.” Stephen laid his hand atop yours, the contact making your skin tingle. Making you wish he might do more. So much more.

You spotted Cloak pop its collar just around the door jamb, as though checking up on you. It seemed to nod slowly, knowingly even, and then it flew away.

“So…um…maybe you should blow out the candles before they burn all the way down?”

“Yes…I guess I should.” Stephen twirled his forefinger and the overhead light dimmed by half. “Mood lighting,” he smiled, as you watched the candlelight dance in his eyes. He twirled his finger again and the small clock radio on the kitchen counter came to life. Your jaw dropped when If You Were Here began playing.

“Hey, isn’t this…” you started, and then took his cheeky grin for an affirmative answer. You wondered if the low light was still enough for him to see that you were blushing at that reference to that old movie from the 80’s which featured this song.

When he bent close to the cake, he paused a moment, long enough for you to remind him, “Be sure to make a wish.”

“Oh, I will, N/Y. Count on it.” Stephen puckered his beautiful, tempting lips, closed his eyes, and blew out the flames with one decisive breath.

Your voice went low and husky without you really meaning it to, “Happy Birthday, Stephen. And many, many happy returns.”

That drew his eyes back to yours. An air of expectancy filled the little space between you two, and you were very aware of the moment that his rather molten gaze dropped to your lips, while the Thompson Twins sang on. …but just like the rain, I’ll always be falling, yeah…only to rise and fall again…

Stunned and amazed by what seemed to be happening, you were barely able to whisper, “What did you wish for?”

He chuckled softly, “Well now, if I tell you, it won’t come true---will it?”

“I…I dunno…” He had laced his fingers through yours and his face was as nearly as close as it could get.

“Maybe…maybe the best wishes come true all on their own,” you suggested, “If we wish hard enough.”

“Or if such a wish is shared by two, don’t you think?” He had parted his lips slightly, waiting upon your reply, and the need you felt to taste them was undeniable. All you could do was nod slightly, whetting you own lips in anticipation. Stephen wore that little quirk of a smile, one of a hundred things about him you had memorized and adored, as he tilted your chin up with the lightest touch, whispering, “Happy Birthday to me, after all…”

He began with the gentlest brush of his lips to yours, so alike some of your fantasies of him that you briefly wondered if you were dreaming yet again. Then he plumped his lush bottom lip against yours, and even in this you could feel him smile, while he delivered several quiet kisses more, lingering longer with each one until you parted your lips to allow him to deepen the connection.

You were trembling---had always known that you would if this moment ever came to pass---and Stephen cupped your face in his hands to steady you. His strong, powerful hands so warm against your skin, as he stroked his thumbs along your cheekbones. He tasted of spearmint gum, of magic, and of long-delayed satisfaction. He tasted like he’d been wanting to kiss you as badly as you had wanted to kiss him for many months now, and of patience truly being worth the wait. His kiss was the heaven you had been waiting for most of your adult life.

When he finally parted from your lips, Stephen kept your face sweetly cradled, unwilling to be more than a breath apart from you. “Cloak was right again,” he muttered, “Cloak is almost always right.”

“Oh?” You asked him breathlessly, “That I’ve had a crush on you for, like…forever?”

“No,” he breathed against your tender, hungry lips, “That I should kiss you at the soonest opportunity. And for as long as humanly possible.”

“That’s one brilliant Relic you have there, Stephen.” You landed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, “And I think we need to follow its advice to the letter…”

“Mmmmmmmm,” he rumbled, more than ready to do just that, “And birthday kisses are just the beginning…” 

This time his lips became more urgent, and so deliciously demanding that you would always remember them as...swoon worthy. An old fashioned expression, surely, but utterly true in this case.  Stephen was sweeping you off your feet, though you remained solidly in place, making you melt under the silken play of his tongue against yours, leaving you to hope he liked the little sounds of pleasure you were making for him. When he drifted his lips across your cheek and then your jaw you couldn’t help but moan your ecstasy, certain you would remember this interlude, this night, as the most glorious of your life. 

Stephen gave over a satisfied moan when you finally braved running your fingers through his hair, and that really was one of the most beautiful sounds you’d heard in your life. “Don’t you dare stop now, N/Y.  I’ve been needing this for far too long.” 

You giggled when his whiskers tickled the hollow of your throat, and you could feel him smile against your sensitive skin in response. Grown braver than ever from his scrumptious attentions, you asked a rather cheeky question amid the pants and moans he drew from you. “So tell me please, Stephen---has your birthday wish come true?”

You felt the smooth dark chocolate of his pleased rumble fill your chest, while happiness filled your heart. “Hmmmmmm...in part, yes...”

“And,” you asked him breathlessly, “What more can there be?”

Stephen pulled back enough to meet your eyes, his own dark with unspoken desires, “As I said before, if I say it out loud it might not come true.” He lifted a single brow, his eyes flaring as he promised you, “But my birthday isn’t over for a few hours more, so let’s see what else we can make come true, shall we?”

Anything you want you beautiful man, you were thinking as he dived in for a passion filled kiss,anything and everything will absolutely do.

If you're curious, the song referenced is from the closing scene of Sixteen Candles😊

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