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Stephen Strange Meta-Fic Sequel - Chapter 14: On Moving Day and Shapeshifting

Ahhh, magic. Gotta love its chaotic nature. Any time there’s something new, you can guarantee that there will be craziness involved.~ Introducing Blackie to our cast!

TRIGGER WARNING: Language, minor panic attack, minor injuries

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Chapter 14: On Moving Day and Shapeshifting

*The three sorcerers return to Kamar-Taj. Two of the three are quite battered and exhausted. However, Stephen goes to check on the girls, worried about them since he knows how much energy they gave to him before the fight. The unconscious Trix appears to be lying in an odd sort of slowly-growing nest of crystals, originating from her own body. It glows ominously. I’m half-projected out of my own inert body, my astral form unconscious while floating partially above my physical self. Prettywitch is still unconscious as well, but there is a cloud of aura-based energy around her head, surrounding it in a sort of kaleidoscopic haze. The Ancient One is still guarding the three of them.*

Stephen (worried): What happened?

Ancient One: Peace, Stephen. Your apprentices are just more powerful than you may have expected. Their latent magic is beginning to reveal themselves. *She reaches over and carefully pulls Steward back closer to her body when it starts drifting away again slowly*

Stephen: …Is this common? *He hasn’t trained apprentices before. So, he doesn’t fully know yet. He knows of his own tic, but hasn’t looked into it much.*

Ancient One: Every master of the mystic arts has a latent magic that tends to…depressurize the soul so to speak. Whether it manifests physically such as Trix’s or yours, or something more abstract like what the other girls seem to have, everyone has one. Right, Wong? *She raises an eyebrow at him*

*Wong clears his throat awkwardly.*

Wong: …Right. *He’s not about to say anything about what his does.*

*Stephen gives him a look. Now he HAS to figure Wong’s involuntary casting out. Wong looks at him exasperatedly, knowing that Stephen will never leave him alone about it.*

Ancient One (ignoring their silent conversation): Typically, the latent magic can vary in early stage apprentices between any number of things and mishaps. It’s when they have gained enough skill for the magic to not wipe out their reserves as well as stabilized to what their core will be, that their teachers must take notice. It’s typically a sign that they have matured enough to start testing for their masteries or secondary training at least. *She looks over at the girls* It’s not a surprise it manifested fully now.

Wong: So, we must prepare their Trials earlier than expected.

Stephen: After they wake up and we update them on the battle, I’ll have to tell them about this. They need to start going on missions to enhance their studies. *He’s still concerned, but has at least settled down slightly with this news. In fact, even if he won’t admit it here, he’s rather proud of them for advancing so quickly.*

Ancient One: They will also need additional training as they will be traveling back to their own world to start up their own order from scratch. We do not have first-person records here of when our order was founded so we will have to do our best to prepare them. Find out their strengths and weaknesses and what roles they will end up playing. What do the two of you think, as their masters?

Wong: Trix is more oriented towards theoretical aspects and diplomatic relations. She does well in the field, but has difficulty handling certain phobias, which may restrict her ability to handle rapidly-shifting situations. She can work under pressure, but it cannot be sustained for long. I suspect that she may be more inclined towards becoming a Librarian and record-keeper. Though she is more than capable of outreach and defense when necessary.

Stephen: Prettywitch is highly creative in her spellwork and practices caution with her foresight. Though she does struggle a bit socially. She seems more oriented towards a strategist with her foresight and a battle-mage with her talent for offensive spells. She can handle stressful situations decently enough. Steward is intelligent and determined. Though she can be incredibly stubborn if not sufficiently talked down in time. She is a decent strategist and empathetic towards others. However, she does need to work on her temper and patience. She’s very resourceful and curious. It has proven to be both an advantage and disadvantage in that it helps her solve problems very effectively, but can occasionally lead her into trouble. I think she’s best suited to field work and research, but can be called into combat when necessary.

Ancient One (smiling): It seems they balance each other out. How lucky they are to have found each other. Very fortunate for their world to have a stable bedrock for their version of the order to form upon. We will have to wait for Blackie to bloom so we can find out just where her strengths lay, as well as Tear. What are your plans for their futures then? They don’t have to work in the shadows as we once did.

Stephen: First, we should start sending them on missions both as a team and alone to see how they fare. Once we see how they handle themselves, I think that we’ll have to assist them in building their Sanctums. After we get them settled, it’ll have to be up to them to decide their next steps. We’ll supervise and advise them for a while, but will gradually step back until they can support themselves fully. We’ll do our best to help them whenever they need it, but otherwise, go back to our own business.

Ancient One (teasingly): And how will you survive not having your ducklings under wing all the time? *She grins at him*

*He gives her a withering look.*

Stephen (wry expression): With all due respect, very amusing. *He says sarcastically.*

Wong (smirking): There’s no point in hiding it anymore, Strange. You’ve gotten attached.

*The younger sorcerer gives Wong an annoyed look, having been called out again.*

Ancient One: You say that, Wong, like you haven’t been similarly affected. Perhaps not to the degree Stephen is, but well on your way yourself.

*Wong huffs to himself quietly.*

Wong: They are simply our students. We care about their growth because it is only the right thing to do.

Ancient One: I see. *She raises an eyebrow at him before summoning a Polaroid picture out of nowhere featuring Wong and the girls* Purely mentoring.

*He has no comeback for this one. Stephen has a shit-eating grin when he sees the picture.*

Wong (at Stephen): Don’t you start too.

Clea: (giggling) Awe! You two have become quite the pair of Mother Ducks, I see.

*Stephen blushes at her remark. Wong simply lets out a half-hearted defensive grunt.*

Clea: That reminds me; we should probably move them to a safer place. Shouldn’t we?

Wong: I don’t think it’ll be easy.

Stephen: I’ll check.

*He looks back at the girls.*

Stephen: Those positions could hurt their backs. I should see if they can be safely moved…

*He goes to try and carefully move Trix first to investigate her status. Unfortunately, she appears to be fused to the ground by her crystalline growths. He pauses to think for a moment before backing away, figuring that we’d only be upset if we woke up to each other having disappeared from sight.*

Wong: Mhm. *He gives Stephen a knowing look.*

Clea: *She’s grinning ear to ear.* Already found yourself in another difficult situation, I see?

Ancient One: Quite the conundrum. *She’s grinning*

Stephen (still slightly red): I’ll spend some time meditating. It’s long overdue after everything today. Wong, you should rest. You look like you’re going to fall over at any moment. *He still doesn’t dare to try and shoo away the ghost of The Ancient One.*

Ancient One: You’ll likely want to grab some additional pillows and blankets for them. Perhaps for yourself as well for…meditation. *She gives him a smile before she disappears*

*Wong gives Stephen a look, but decides it isn’t worth arguing further and starts to shuffle off to his quarters for some rest. He turns for a moment.*

Wong: Clea, in the meantime, I will show you to a dormitory to sleep in for now. It will be temporary until Strange has made his Sanctum’s guest room presentable for you.

Clea: Okay.

*Stephen watches Wong and Clea leave. Then, he gets some bedding to make us more comfortable. Though he won’t do so for himself, wanting to be awake when we regain consciousness so he can make sure that we’re okay. Once he’s satisfied with how we’re settled, he gets into the lotus position and meditates.*

*Around 12 hours later, we start to stir again. Stephen lowers himself from the levitating lotus position that he had assumed and watches to see how we regain consciousness, alert for any warning signs of injury or poor health.*

*Trix begins to wake up slowly and make small noises before she suddenly freezes and inhales sharply as her eyes shoot open. She is unable to move at all, even moving her head to look around.*

Trix (panicked): He-help! *She squeaks as she begins to hyperventilate and tries to squirm*

*My astral form plummets into my body suddenly and I jump up with a yelp.*

Me (alarmed): Ack! Trix! *I’m ready to fight or help.*

Prettywitch: *She sits up.* What’s going on?-What the hell!?

*Stephen quickly comes over to Trix and starts to calm her down.*

Stephen: It’s okay. Trix, let me free you. You’re safe. You just accidentally cast a crystal spell in your sleep. Here. *He carefully casts several targeted spells to break the crystals so she can free herself.*

Trix (out of breath): Ste-Stephen! *She’s incredibly dizzy from the mild panic attack but immediately tries to shift focus* You’re okay! *She shoots up to sit upright and grabs him in a bear hug, still freaked out by how she woke up*

Me (wobbly from the freakout, but otherwise recovering): Y-you’re okay. Okay, good. Everyone is okay, right?

Stephen (gently): Yes, everyone is okay. Clea, Wong, and I defeated Dormammu and his army. Your home universe will not be threatened by him again.

*I tear up and hug him tightly.*

Me (muffled slightly because the Cloak has joined in.): Thank you. I wish there was an even greater expression for how grateful we are. Truly. Thank you for coming back in one piece and thank you for saving everyone again.

PrettyWitch: *She joins the hug and nuzzles her face into the arms of Stephen’s tunic.* Yes! Thank you! You have no idea how worried we all were about you guys!*

Trix (slightly muffled from being at the center of the hug): Thank you so much!!!! How did you all manage it? You didn’t get hurt, did you?

Stephen: As much as I want to scold you for your recklessness, the tomes and artifacts that you all recovered from Dormammu’s Keep were invaluable aid. Not to mention the boost from your collective energy. Wong, Clea, and The Ancient One were vital in translating everything once we looked through the plundered material. Wong and Clea helped hold back the army of Mindless Ones that were set to march on your world. Several of your world’s soldiers fell after going astray, but no other significant injuries or fatalities. *He winces slightly as he repositions his hands to hold us better.*

Me (starting to fuss over him): Your hands are bothering you again, aren’t they?

Stephen: It is typical after any battle. *He attempts to wave it away. Though he flinches when he tries it.*

Trix (suspicious): Hey, only we are allowed to hide what we do to help you. Why are you extra hurt?

Stephen: You three are no longer allowed to hide things either, Trix. *He gives her a look before tiredly admitting to how the battle went.* Besides magical combat, I had to face Dormammu in a hand-to-hand duel involving the Pincers of Power. I did what was necessary. *Though physical fighting is still quite painful for him. Especially with the many pins screwed into the bones in his hands.*

Me: I’ll make a warm basin with Epsom salts. That should help a bit.

Stephen: You don’t have to.

Prettywitch: Yeah, but she wants to.

Trix: Let yourself get pampered! You took on the ruler of the dark dimension in a fist fight and won. Speaking of which, how did it even get to that point?

*Stephen agrees to it and I summon the supplies, mix the salts into the water, and place it in his lap so he can put his hands in. Stephen soaks his hands and relaxes a bit before beginning to answer.*

Stephen: The books your group provided us had counterspells against Dormammu’s magic. We used that against him and then I remembered Harkness’ anti-magic runes…While Clea had him distracted, I engraved them around him to form a barrier. It effectively neutralized his casts and he agreed to a duel. Despite his attempts to break the barrier and cheat, I managed to subdue him before he could break free, albeit just barely. Your energy donations helped me eke out a narrow victory.

Trix (in awe): I hope to god someone recorded that because damn, that sounds badass. *She smiles at him* Glad we were able to help protect our world in some fashion, even if it was through the power of friendship… *She smirks*

Me (with a stupid grin): So, you’re saying that…Friendship is magic? *I’m amused by my own terrible joke, as per usual.*

PrettyWitch: *Giggles sheepishly.* I was going to make a power of love joke, but I think I’ll stop there.

*Trix can’t help but burst out laughing, the first true loud laugh in a while.*

*Stephen softens a bit at seeing that. It’s reassuring that we seem to be recovering well, both physically and mentally.*

*The laughter cuts off suddenly as Trix sits up alert, almost as if she’s trying to hear something in the distance. Her eyes are out of focus and have a faint green glow as her head tilts to the side.*

*I pause quickly when I notice what’s happening and watch Trix with deep concern. At first, I nudge her and try to get her attention to see if she’s mentally there.*

Me: Hey. HEY. *Taps Trix’s shoulder and then starts gently shaking her. Something is “off” and I shudder involuntarily.*

*Stephen senses something too and is on-edge. He’s back in defensive mode and watches Trix when he sees what’s going on.*

Prettywitch: Trix…? Honey…? Are you okay…?

*Trix is too distracted by whatever it is that caught her attention. Meanwhile, a pillar of green flame suddenly comes to life next to the group. As it dies down, a very frantic Loki appears*

Loki (frazzled): Did you feel it? There’s something going on and after the strange occurrences of the girls’ magical signatures, I rushed over.

Stephen: The girls temporarily gave me their magical energy to fight off Dormammu in their world. Then, they were recovering properly until this. There’s a disturbance in the Multiverse. The energy everywhere…It’s shifting. *He’s genuinely unnerved.*

Trix (almost in a trance): It’s…familiar… *She blankly looks up at Loki who stares down at her in shock before noticing the glow to her eyes*

Loki (gently): Hello darling. *He kneels down next to her* How is it familiar?

Trix (dreamily): It’s like being in the crystal. When I felt safe. *The glow dissipates and she snaps out of it* Loki? What are you doing here?

*I’m currently staring at Trix in concerned horror.*

PrettyWitch: Well, that was…weird.

Loki (worried): I teleported here a few minutes ago. Dear, I believe whatever happened just now had an effect on you. *He looks over to Stephen in concern*

*Stephen goes over and checks Trix more thoroughly, going into doctor mode.*

Trix (startled): What do you mean what happened? I’m fine! *She almost scrambles away at the sudden attention*

Me (bluntly): You went into a trance for a moment. Whatever this was, we all sensed something “off”. *I’m using the tone I usually use when worried and wanting help or cooperation.*

Loki (patiently): Your eyes were green. You said it was like in the crystal.

*Trix flinches at the mention of her former prison but winces at her own response*

Trix: I remember the last thing before realizing Loki was here was feeling something like Loki’s magic but…more in a way. The way he would try to heal me after Agatha dragged me out. It was the only time I was truly calm there… *She frowns to herself* But whatever just happened…it’s over, right?

*Stephen scans as much as he can and then summons a few relics, testing them out and then using them to increase his detection spells’ potentcies.*

Stephen (cautious): It appears to be. *He’s still wary of whatever this was.*

Me: Do we have any idea of what “it” was?

*Loki suddenly pales as he comes to a realization*

Loki (trying to keep calm): I think that this…situation may have been the resolution to a problem we luckily did not have to solve.

Me (dawning realization): Oh…OH. That. *I look at Trix and Prettywitch.*

Trix (shocked): Oh. Yeah, that would make sense, especially if things are still happening. We would have been dragged into it but we’re still here.

PrettyWitch: No kidding.

Stephen: What do all of you mean? The Order needs to investigate a shift of this magnitude. *He looks about ready to go investigate for himself.*

Me: We’ll explain, but trust us, the Order should stay out of this one.

Trix: Besides, we’re in the Order and we have a pretty good suspicion on what’s going on. We might not have confirmation from our universe since the world kinda went to chaos but based on how things were going to go…

PrettyWitch: It’s best if you listen to us.

Stephen (firm): Fine, but I want an explanation. *He looks at Loki suspiciously, as though privately debating whether or not to have us leave so he can interrogate Loki alone.*

Loki (placating): I know it’s suspicious but I swear on my magic that I do not have any tricks. This is not my particular doing. *He suddenly stiffens as a dark green glow begins to shine from his eyes and around him*

Trix (concerned): Loki?!

Loki: Peace, your variant of Loki is fine. I will not have another version of myself have his life ruined for actions not of his own making. *The being overshadowing Loki turns to Stephen, making eye contact* Sorcerer, the multiverse is safe enough. You and your apprentices will live now. You in particular know the art of winning through strife. A perpetual time loop to win against all odds. Let another handle this burden and live your life.

*Stephen watches and listens intently. He senses truth in these words and the power behind the being responsible.*

Stephen (respectful nod): Very well. *Whatever this was, it resonated strongly with him. The group lets out a collective sigh of relief.*

*Loki nods before the glow disappears and Loki staggers a moment, staring wide eyed at the others*

*The group of girls gives Loki a knowing look. It’s oddly comforting.*

Loki (shakily): It seems the last of my existential horrors has resolved itself leaving me a free man.

Stephen: I’d still like the information for our records in case of future incidents. *Though he’s relieved that at least HE didn’t have to be the one to go through it this time.*

Me: I’ll get the basin again and we’ll talk while you rest your hands. Trix, want to take dictation and maybe add extra info in when needed?

Trix: Of course! *She shakily stands up before linking arms with Loki* Storytime and then we are going to have a self care week and treat ourselves. Because all of this has been bullshit but we have survived!

PrettyWitch: Yes! Maybe I can get a massage!

*Stephen finally relaxes a bit and follows us to a more cozy area of Kamar-Taj. I make his hand soak and we brew some tea to go with some cookies. We make ourselves comfortable and sit while catching Stephen up on the TVA incident. Trix uses magic to write everything down so she doesn’t have to scramble with a pen and paper. I’m back to sitting down with a warm blanket over my legs to soothe my own painful joints. Wong eventually finds us.*

Wong: I take it that you and the group have information on the recent disturbance? *He looks at the magical parchment filling itself and then at Trix. Trix waves in response before focusing back on recording.*

Me: We do. This record Trix is generating will show everything.

Wong: I see that my lessons are beginning to stick. Good. *He gives a small, rare smile at Trix.*

Trix (beaming): Thank you! I do listen…sometimes.

*After the paper is finished, Wong looks it over curiously. His expression is hard to read, as usual. Though after a while, he seems satisfied and puts it down to let Trix bind it properly, watching her technique.*

*She’s somewhat nervous but casts the spell to bind the book. It is a bright orange, but seems to be rather solid and isn’t falling apart.*

Trix (nervously): Well?

*He picks the book up and checks it. After a minute, he looks at Trix and gives an approving nod.*

Wong: Yes. You have learned well.

*Trix grins and flails in joy before trying to collect herself.*

Trix: Thank you!

*Stephen is amused by Trix’s reaction to praise.*

Loki (pinching the bridge of his nose): Norns, you are like a younger version of me. *He rolls his eyes before turning to Wong and Stephen.* Now, since it appears I am free to forge my own path as it were, I was wondering if I may be given refuge here. I would be willing to share my knowledge of mage magic of course. I just can’t go to New Asgard. I am not Thor’s Loki and frankly I would appreciate being my own person. Being surrounded by people who appreciate magic would be a wonderful start.

*Wong looks at Stephen dubiously, but the younger sorcerer gives Wong a sincere nod, indicating that it really is safe. Wong surveys his friend for a moment before turning to Loki.*

Wong: Yes. You may stay here so long as you do not abuse magic.

Loki (frowns): Of course.

Wong: Then you are welcome. *He is respectful.* I will show you to available quarters.

Loki: Thank you, Wong. *He turns to everyone else* I will see you all soon.

*I wave as they leave. A few seconds later, Blackie walks in.*

Blackie: So…What's up ? *smile*

Me: Not much now that the latest incident’s been handled. How are you feeling today? *I’m happy to see her up and about.*

Trix: Just the same old world shattering events. *She grins.* Luckily we got to sit this newest one out.

Blackie: I should be the one asking how you are feeling.

Me: Eh. Could be better, could be worse. I’m just happy that everyone’s in one piece.

Trix: Any mission we don’t land in the infirmary at the end is a good one.

Blackie: I think that's the most important.

Me: Exactly.

Stephen: Welcome to the group, Blackie. We’ll help you adjust in any way that we can. For now, we’re taking a bit of a break before tackling the main project.

Blacky: Thank you, Stephen. I'll do my best to help around. *she nodded respectfully*

Me: So, what would we like to do?

Trix: Actually relax for once. We’ve been constantly going or almost dying since the stupid Chupacabra.

Me: Yeah…Honestly, I still feel like I could sleep all day, but I know my brain won’t let me. How about a movie night like old times?

Blackie: To be honest…I crave that.

Trix: Hell yes! *She turns to Stephen eagerly*

Stephen: I don’t see why not. *He removes his hands from the basin gingerly and carefully flexes his fingers. They seem to move a bit better now and Stephen looks relieved to not be in as much pain.* Let’s head to the rec room.

*The group moves to the rec room and gets re-situated.*

Stephen: I know the effects aren’t nearly as good in our movies, but want to try our version of “The Blues Brothers” to see what all of you think?

Me: All right. I’m curious. *I smile.*

Trix: Absolutely!

Prettywitch: Sure, I’d be up for that.

Blackie: I'm in.

*He puts the movie on and even Wong, Loki, and Clea decide to sneak in and join us. I seem to be paying a lot of attention to the lyrics and melodies to try to see the differences. Whenever a particularly absurd/bad special effect goes off, I lightly raise an eyebrow in amusement, but I don’t roast the movie out loud because I’m trying to be polite.*

Trix: I love this. In a Monty Python sort of way.

*I can’t help but let out an amused snort when the chase scene clearly cuts to an obvious toy car on a model track being led by a fishing line for the big bridge jump scene.*

*Trix is actively trying not to laugh but is watching Stephen out of the corner of her eye to see if it’s acceptable or not*

*Prettywitch quickly excuses herself and laughs it up in the bathroom before returning to the movie.*

Blackie: Doctor Who fan here. I'm immune to that kind of stuff. *She chuckled amused*

Stephen: It’s fine. You can laugh. We all know it’s cheesy.

*Like a dam erupting, Trix can’t help but burst out laughing*

Trix (trying to breathe): At least you know it exists as a masterpiece somewhere else in the universe!

*Trix’s outburst sets me off and I’m trying to be discreet as I laugh-wheeze into my collar.*

Me (laughing while talking to Stephen): I-I’m sorry, hon. O-Okay, okay. The plot, writing, and soundtracks are still really good. It’s just the effects. We still love it, we promise! *I laugh-snort a bit more and wipe away a tear before settling back down.*

Prettywitch: Yeah, honestly. *She curls her lips to keep herself from laughing.* Once you get past the effects it’s actually pretty entertaining.

Blackie: You are just mean. *She didn’t stop laughing though*

Loki: It wasn’t bad to me… *He seems puzzled* Is there something wrong with it?

Clea: I agree. It wasn’t bad, at all.

Wong: Their universe’s movies have more…enhanced effects.

Stephen: Since their universe lacked magic before, they used a large budget and elaborate machinery and computers to make their entertainment look more realistic.

Loki: Ahhh. Well then, I will just have to see their version of movies then. I thought this was an enjoyable experience even if the music was a bit odd to me.

Trix: Don’t worry, I am introducing you to all of my favorites. All we had in our universe for the longest time was ‘movie magic’ and even that wasn’t even a century old until recently.

Clea: *Her eyes widened and intrigued.* Really!?

Trix: Yup! I’ll leave you a bunch so you and Stephen can watch them together! He’s not only really knowledgeable about music but also loves movies!

*Stephen watches the two women converse about movies. Although he won’t admit it quite yet, Clea’s inquisitive expression is rather endearing. She’s cute when she’s curious.*

Wong: Indeed. Normally, it is impossible to get him to shut up about music and movie trivia. *He’s teasing.*

*Stephen gives him a look.*

Stephen: You’re just mad because I beat you in trivia night again.

Me: To catch Blackie up and get to know one another a bit better, wanna play “Truth or Dare”? That way, you can opt out of a question if it’s too awkward. We’ll keep the dares fairly tame so it isn’t too much pressure. I figure it might be a fun way to talk about each other since we have so many new members. *I glance at Clea, Loki, The Ancient One (although the others currently can’t see her), and Blackie.*

Prettywitch: *Shrugs.* Sure, I’m down for that. But no embarrassing questions.

Trix: Agreed.

Stephen: All right.

Blackie: Would be funny.

Wong: Very well.

Clea: Fine by me.

Loki: I suppose… *He grins*

*The Ancient One nods silently, choosing to observe for the moment.*

Me: Okay. We’ll go clockwise just because I’m feeling lazy and it was the first direction that popped up. Truth or dare?

Stephen: Truth.

Me: Okay. Did you ever have a favorite pet? *I’m keeping it tame.*

Stephen (thinking for a moment): Well, while growing up in Nebraska, I did have a pet horse named Bowie. He was a very lively yearling and grew into a strong, sweet horse. He loved apples and would always come running whenever he saw me. He’d do this cute trot back and forth with his front hooves whenever I was at his paddock. *When he finishes, he looks to his side at the next person.* Truth or dare?

Trix: Truth

Stephen: Okay…Before everything happened, what was the most adventurous thing that you did?

Trix (thoughtful): Hmmm… probably traveling cross country by train. I get twitchy if I don’t do something new and I love to travel but adore trains so I went from Chicago to Seattle by train. Would absolutely do it again. I tended to travel alone a lot too. *She turns to the next person* Truth or dare?

Loki: Truth.

Trix: Hmmm, I honestly thought you would say dare. *Thinks for a moment* What is your favorite spell to use?

Loki (smirks): Cloning myself if only to enjoy the reactions of those around me. Also easier to bounce ideas around when I’m trying to consider something or work an idea out. *He turns to the next person.* Truth or dare?

Prettywitch: Uh…truth, I guess.

Loki (smiles gently): What has been your favorite thing you’ve experienced since learning magic?

Prettywitch: Hmmm…good question. Probably using my magic to actually use Cardcaptor Sakura magic. That and getting to meet Stephen. *She turns to the next person.* Okay, Clea, truth or dare.

Clea: Hmmm…I’ll play it safe for now and pick truth.

Prettywitch: Really!? Wow, I thought for certain you’d go with dare. Anyway, uhhh…..are you enjoying your time here on Earth? Errr…Stephen’s earth?

Clea: *She beams.* Yes, I am.

Prettywitch: Okay… *Rubs the back of her head, embarrassed.* Sorry, I couldn't think of another question.

Clea: *She laughs earnestly.* Oh, it’s alright. Now, let me see…*She turns to Wong.* Wong, truth or dare?

Wong (He thinks for a while): Hm…Truth, then.

Clea: Okay…*She thinks it over.* What’s one thing you’re better at than anyone else in Karmar-Taj?

Wong: We are all works in progress and I am sure that someone will surpass me one day, but I have not yet failed in my duties as Kamar-Taj’s librarian. *He’s staying humble. Then, he turns to the next person. There’s an empty chair, but Blackie is in the next one over. Wong is uncertain whether anyone else is there, per say. So, he simply asks and waits to see if anyone will answer.* Truth or dare?

*The Ancient One appears, calm and posed as ever.*

Ancient One: Truth.

*Wong looks at her respectfully and nods.*

Wong: Very well. What was your favorite activity in life?

*She pauses as the question catches her off guard before taking a moment to ponder. Then she nods.*

Ancient One: Watching the apprentices train. Seeing magic spark to life from their fingers for the first time and the joy it brought them always reaffirmed my beliefs that the mystic arts could bring joy and beauty and not just protection. I also enjoy being cryptic and mysterious because it keeps the sorcerers on their toes. *She smiles widely. She turns to Blackie.* Now, dear: truth or dare?

Blackie: Truth. *she smiles*

Ancient One: Now that you have borne witness to many types of magic here, what is your favorite type?

Blackie: Well…to be honest all kinds of magic are beautiful and even though I love my natural bond with living creatures… I think elemental magic is my favorite.

Ancient One (small smile): A fascinating choice, to be sure.

*The rounds continue and we learn a bit more about each other. For instance, we learn that Prettywitch was originally a theatre major from Winnipeg. Wong decides to do a dare involving answering the next question with a voice filled with helium instead of answering what his magical stress tic is. We also learn about Trix’s hearing loss and my dislike for the holiday season. Stephen opts to slow-dance with the Cloak rather than answer a different question. Loki decides to take the dare of kissing someone instead of answering a question about his past. He ends up smooching Stephen. Stephen is unamused and discreetly wipes it away when he thinks nobody is looking. The Ancient One answers a truth about how old she might be but doesn’t give concrete answers which is still the truth but incredibly frustrating. Blackie manages to imitate many animals using her magic, even lion roars and chicken cackles.*

*At the end of the game, the atmosphere of the room has calmed down considerably. It seems we’re getting more comfortable with one another.*

Stephen: It’s getting late. We should call it a night.

*Trix yawns from her position, half laying on top of Loki’s lap and half on top of PrettyWitch. How she ended up there, no one remembers.*

Trix (sleepily): This should happen more often even with the rest of the sorcerers. There are other apprentices I’ve barely talked to and we’ve been here months.

Wong: Well, your control of your abilities has improved considerably. During this time of recovery, you are free to mingle.

*Trix gives him a sleepy smile and a thumbs up before cuddling into her friends more.*

*I’m currently sitting quietly in my chair with the blanket on my lap, staring into space with my eyes half-open. It’s a bit hard to tell if I’m asleep with my eyes open or just barely awake.*

*Clea is already half-asleep but trying to keep herself awake.*

*Stephen looks around.*

Stephen: Yeah. Bed. Everyone. It was nice getting to know each other, but it’s time to get some rest. We’ve all been through enough today.

*The group heads to their quarters for the night. All three girls decide to sleep together in one of their rooms again after all of the stress from earlier. The next day, we meet Blackie and Wong in the courtyard after breakfast to help her train. It’s a light day. So, nothing too strenuous.*

Wong: Greetings.

Blackie: Good morning.

Me: Hello, Wong.

Prettywitch: Morning, Wong.

Trix: Good morning!

Wong (to Blackie): I will supervise your technique. Please perform the appropriate gestures that we went over, Blackie.

Blackie: Sure. *She manages to perform the hand gestures, slowly but surely*

*We watch. So far so good.*

Wong: Okay. Now, assume the form of a fox and then change yourself back. Remember how I taught you to control your shapeshifting.

Blackie: Eh I will try. *She took a deep breath to relax then fox ears appeared on her head with some mustaches on her face*

*The other girls watch to see how it goes.*

Wong: That one was shaky. Again.

Blackie: *she nodded then focused again. That time, only a fox tail appeared behind her*

*After she practices her own shapeshifting a few more rounds, she seems to get the hang of it.*

Wong: Good…I sense some energy build-up. You may choose to either disperse it into the universe as scattered energy or redirect it to another spell. Be careful.

*Blackie seems to struggle again and she tries to disperse the energy harmlessly, but it backfires in a wave that consumes the group in the courtyard. Within seconds, there is a group of confused animals standing around, wondering what just happened. A big, fuzzy Tibetan Brown Bear groans indignantly at a small fox. Meanwhile, a raven, shih tzu puppy, and coyote look at each other and the other two animals before a chorus of various calls erupts forth. Stephen emerges from his study, wondering what’s going on.*

Stephen (confused): What the hell…? *He sees the various animals.*

*The raven attempts to caw but makes some croaking noises that almost sounds like words*

*Stephen attempts to figure out what’s going on, but he already has a suspicion.*

*The coyote looks at him and makes several irritable yips and small growls in an attempt at communication. The bear slowly rolls onto its feet and faces Stephen.*

Raven (with a lot of difficulty): Shift bad

Stephen: *With realization of his suspicions*…Do I want to know? All right, let me see if I can reverse this.

*He didn’t cover shapeshifting as well before since his specialty is more Eldritch magic. So, this is new for him. He tries a couple of basic reversal spells, but they don’t do much of anything.*

*Puppy-Prettywitch runs over to Stephen and starts tugging on his pant leg, trying to get his attention.*

*He looks down at her, trying to figure out which girl this one might be.*

Stephen: What is it? Which one are you?

*Puppy-Prettywitch stands up on her hind legs and tries making eldritch tarot cards, but nothing happens. Not because she can’t use magic in animal form, but because she has no thumbs as a dog, which frustrates her, based on her whining.*

*The bear walks over, glances at the library, and then back at Stephen before letting out an annoyed huff.*

Stephen: Let me try one more thing first.

*The bear stands up on its hind legs, towering over him with a rather irritated expression. Stephen quickly changes his mind.*

Stephen: Okay! I’m going! I’m going! *He darts off to the library.*

*The raven caws in amusement before hopping on the ground over to the bear to attempt to climb on.*

*The bear is less than thrilled, but tolerates it. For now. Meanwhile, the coyote begins to pace, sniffing around.*

*The fox looks down almost apologetic and sniffs around trying to find something.*

*Puppy-Prettywitch decides to wait for Stephen, trusting he’ll put two and two together soon. So she plops herself down on the floor and sighs, contentedly.*

*The coyote starts grooming itself in the meantime after not having found anything worth eating. Meanwhile, after being preened on the sensitive part of his ears for a bit too long, the bear lets out an irritable roar, startling the group.*

*Absolutely startled, the raven leaps off and flies towards the library, escaping to go find Stephen.*

*Stephen quickly finds the right spell and sees the raven flying into the library. He isn’t sure if this will work, but he holds out a forearm to see if it’ll land on him. She takes the bait and clumsily lands on his arm before looking up at him, feathers metaphorically ruffled.*

Stephen: Okay. Let’s try you first. *He places her on a chair.* Hold still.

*He attempts the spell and thankfully, this one DID actually go well. Trix reassumes her human form, shedding a few black feathers as she does. Unfortunately, she was perched on the back of the chair and flails as she falls backwards*

Trix: OH SHIT!

*The Cloak manages to catch her in time.*

Trix: Thanks! Geez, that was really weird.

*It pats her head before jumping back to Stephen’s shoulders.*

Stephen (cautious): How do you feel now?

Trix (cautiously): Really weird. And terrified of Wong. *Still somewhat dazed* I was a bird.

Stephen: Any remaining…instincts?

*Trix thinks for a moment before focusing his hair.*

Trix: Other than wanting to fix *gestures at the disheveled look* that, I seem to be good.

*Stephen self-consciously adjusts his hair a bit for a second before getting back to business.*

Stephen: Okay. Let’s get everyone else back.

*He heads to the courtyard with Trix and starts reverting everyone back into human form. Though the less-experienced creatures do have their animals’ instincts active and it doesn’t exactly help in terms of cooperation. Everyone does get turned back in a few minutes, thankfully.*

*I absentmindedly scratch at the back of my ear.*

Me: I think we’re good now. Thanks, Stephen!

Prettywitch: Yes, thank you!

Trix: Thanks!

Blackie: Thank you!

Wong: Thank you, Strange. Though next time, look into the library if you run out of ideas.

Stephen (curled lip): You’re welcome.

Wong: …We’ll work on refining Blackie’s techniques to avoid a repeat.

Blackie: I'm really sorry.

Wong (understanding): Mistakes happen. We will work on it.

*Clea finds her way to where everyone is. She’s clearly just woken up; she’s yawning, she’s rubbing sleep from her eye, and her hair is a mess.*

Clea: Good morning everyone. What did I miss?

Stephen: Erm…nothing too exciting. Just the girls helping each other with their magic. A bit of a hiccup, so to speak, but everything’s fine.

*Blackie and the other girls continue to train over the next few weeks. Trix, Me, and Prettywitch in particular are now studying for our Master’s Trials. Wong and Stephen are doing their best to encourage us to prepare.*

***To be continued***

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astrantia, blue star and aster

By: Lady_Strange0

Words: 2470

Rating: General Audiences

Published on AO3: 30/05/2023

Relationships: America Chavez & Stephen Strange, America Chavez & Wong, Stephen Strange & Wong

Summary:

“You know, in Hindi faith, hibiscus is associated with the goddess Kali who embodies nothing less than the force of life itself. I think that’s you, and your lively energy in my life,” Stephen said after a moment.

The young girl pulls back out of the hug and looks at him, and smirks before saying “you know you info dump fun facts when you are nervous or in an emotionally charged situation.”

-or-

America loves drawing and painting flowers, and Stephen is a supportive dad who likes seeing his daughter happy.

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It started off with doodles in the margins of her notebooks. Stephen and Wong had decided early on after America moved to the sanctum that she should be attending a normal high school to make up for the years of teaching she’s missed. And Stephen was enjoying being a tutor in both magic homework as well as her normal maths and physics homework.

He had just been explaining quadratic equations to America when he noticed the little images at the sides of her notes and homework. Simple doodles of flowers and stars, as well as some of a small familiar basset hound, Bats. They were all done in blue pen and often half-minded. He couldn’t help but notice though, that among the messy pictures there was also a drawing of a flower with large round petals and intricate lines in the middle for the seeds. Almost like a poppy, but he couldn’t tell for certain, his botany knowledge went as far as magical remedies that used flowers required, but nothing outside of that really. Stephen also didn’t know much about art aside of the artworks he bought for his house back when he had money to throw around, but he could still tell that America had real talent if she chose to channel it there.

America could tell that Stephen had zoned out while talking and asked, “what? Maths now even too boring for you to bother explaining? Cause then at least we are in agreement.”

“No, no. I was just thinking about something. Those little doodles are very nice. Do you enjoy drawing or was this just from being bored in classes?”

The girl blushed and ducked her head, “thanks, I don’t know, I liked it when I was young, but then the bee incident happened, and I just never had the time or interest to pick it up again.”

“Well, I think it would be lovely to see some more of your art, we could hang it on the fridge.” America just giggled in response, and they went back to doing her homework together.

Stephen didn’t think about it again, until a week later. He was returning some books to the library in Kamer-Taj that America had borrowed and had asked him to bring back for her as she was going for pizza with her school friends. As Wong was now the Sorcerer Supreme, he no longer worked in the library and the new librarian was even stricter on the ‘no portals in the library’ rule then he had been, and had set up some wards to prevent them. Stephen could get around them but he just didn’t couldn’t be bothered.

Just as he was about to walk up to Mirou, the new librarian, he saw the corner of a sheet of paper sticking out the side of the old book, he opened it to find a beautifully sketched drawing of what he thought to be a Gerbera flower inside, this time done in pencil and shaded to look soft and realistic. He moved to sit down at one of the tables to study the drawing further, it was on a A4 sheet that had evidently been ripped from a school notebook, the printed lines still visible in the back. He removed the drawing from the book and closed it. Sling ring in hand, he opened a portal to his bedroom and placed the drawing on his desk.

Over the next few weeks, he keeps spotting drawings and sketches on loose sheets and starts collecting them in a pile in his study. Soon after he starts to leave blank white printer paper around, the drawings start appearing on them instead. America doesn’t mention the missing drawings, but Stephen is certain she knows he has them.

He wasn’t even the one who bought the coloring pencils and watercolours, they weren’t there one day and then they were the next day. He spots America in their living room sitting on the floor in front of the low table with Bats on the sofa behind her, using them. She was sketching small flowers and attempting different techniques to fill them. He also sees that she is watching a YouTube video on her laptop explaining different types of brushstrokes and how to implement them.

America presents him with a stunning watercolour drawing of a collection of small yellow, pink and purple hibiscus’ with a small smile two days later. “Stephen, I think it’s time for me to actually give you a drawing of mine, instead of you stealing and hiding them like troll.”

“Trolls actually aren’t kleptomaniacs, they usually just take things when their homes are in danger and the stolen things are part of the danger. So,-“

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” America said exasperatedly, and Stephen just grinned at her. “Anyways, I want you to have this, yellow hibiscus represents happinesses and sunshine, because you helped me find happiness in a universe that isn’t my own, the pink hibiscus represents love of all kinds but especially familiar and platonic love, and the purple hibiscus shows mystery and knowledge. They remind me of you.”

Had someone asked Stephen ten years ago if he ever wanted kids, let alone a mulitversal traveling, pizza obsessed, and slightly disaster-prone teenage girl, he would have sent them to the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Yet, here he was in the kitchen of their haunted mansion, with a sentient red cloak around his shoulders and a ghostly dog floating into the room, and America starring at him expectedly as she held out one of the best gift he has ever been given, and Stephens eyes start watering.

“Th-thank you, America, they are beautiful,” he was really trying to not cry, with the love and happiness filling him from deep within, “I know the perfect place for it.”

With that he magiced up a small dark wooden photo frame with small carved swirls and curves on it, and placed the painting behind the glass with shaky hands. As he lifted his eyes from the picture frame, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes too, and a quivering lip.

“Hey, hey are you okay, Star?” They were both equally surprised at the nickname, but America looked into Stephens eyes as if looking for something before she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Yes, I am. I really, really am.”

Stephen hugged her back one trembling hand going to her head as the other moved up and down her back.

The young girl pulls back out of the hug and looks at him, and smirks before saying “you know you info dump fun facts when you are nervous or in an emotionally charged situation.”

Stephen rolled his eyes fondly, carefully picked up the frame and moved out of the room, before he’d start getting ‘emotionally charged’ again.

The frame now sits on his bedside table.

In hindsight, the acrylic paint may have been a mistake on Stephens side. Actually the paint wasn’t the problem, it was the movie that was. She had used the paint to draw on virtually everything. The cardboard boxes from the attic were covered in stars and galaxies and planets, her sketchbooks were filled with paintings and still life’s and kinda off looking portraits, as well as the floor and table, but they didn’t look intentional. So, he forgives her and cleans up the mess with a quick flick of his wrist.

See again, the paint wasn’t the problem, the movie was. They had set up weekly movie nights for her to catch up on movies and tv shows she had missed while traveling across the multiverse. Their current favorites list included ‘Star Wars’, ‘The Greatest Showman’, and Disney’s ‘Tangled’. And ‘Tangled’ was the problem.

A girl who loves to paint and draw watching a movie about a girl who paints her entire room and ceiling in stars and flowers? Yeah, it was bound to happen.

So, it comes as no surprise when he comes home from Kamer-Taj to a home cooked dinner as a begging strategy. Actually the dinner was a surprise, he had expected puppy eyes, from both her and Bats.

Yes, he says yes, when she asks about painting the walls of her bedroom. Stephen helps her pick out some more paints and brushes at the shops, and then assists in moving the furniture from her room.

It’s a large room with big windows on one wall and window seats below them. Random colourful pillows are spread across the seats and the bed. The walls are a soft blue colour matched by the large wooden bed with a blue canopy from which glow in the dark stars are hanging. The thick curtains danced as they moved through the air and out of the room, the soft white carpet rolled itself up and walked out and the furniture shrunk until they could be picked up like doll house pieces. Leaving an empty room for her to paint and decorate as she pleases.

It starts with the wall opposite to where her bed was, she paints a green field with flowers of all kinds, roses, lily’s, yellow coneflowers, pink and white daisies, poppies of every colour as well as flowers which Stephen did not recognize. Upon asking she told him stories of the plants from her home planet, the way some smelt like chocolate, while others would bloom to be blue and purple and pink, how some would be used for special medicines or in her moms food. Stephen loved listing to her talk about her home, and see that despite everything she has been through she still has so much love to share.

The next day, he wakes up to his room with a key being missing, the Cloak, and Bats, but he has started sleeping in Americas bed rather than his. But the Cloak missing was bizarre, so he pulled himself from the bed, and wandered down the hallway in just his pyjama pants and an old T-shirt. It’s the sounds of quiet music that leads him to the ajar door of Americas bedroom. Stephen knocks and upon getting a quick “come in” enters.

What he was expecting when he walked into the room, he didn’t know, but he was surprised to see America sitting on top of the Cloak floating quite high to the ceiling as she is painting fluffy white clouds to above her.

“You know, Michelangelo almost went blind after spending four years painting the ‘Sistine Chapel’, because paint kept dripping in his eyes, so can you please wear some goggles or something,” is all Stephen said once he understood the situation.

“Apparently the info dumping is not exclusive to emotionally charged moments, but also when you are still half-asleep,” America giggled from where she was lounging on the Cloak with a paint brush in one hand and a plastic cup of white paint in the other. “Also, I have no idea how a turtle would have painted a ceiling.”

“A turtle?”

“You know, that movie we watched with the crime fighting turtles, one of them was called Michelangelo.”

“I’m gonna have this conversation after I’ve had coffee,” said Stephen as moved to turn around. “Come get some breakfast in the kitchen with me.”

It was only minutes later when they both sat on the wooden chairs of the kitchen table with a mug of coffee for Stephen and a cup of orange juice for America, as well as some toast with honey, that Stephen saw what America was wearing.

“Is there a reason you’ve gone through my wardrobe and are wearing my old college shirts?”

The girl looked down herself, looking at the grey shirt that was so large on her it reached below her shorts to look almost like a dress, before she looked up and simply said, “it’s not like you wear them anyway.”

That was the end of that conversation, but Stephen did leave a pile of them with her, so she could use them when she moved on to paint the rest of her walls, until they where covered in beautiful fields of flowers on one side which transitioned into a blue sky with clouds that looked like they were moving (maybe they were, Stephen would never say) as the painting continued to the ceiling until it evolved into a dark galaxy filled with stars and planets and pinks and blues and purples over and behind her bed.

After America moved all the furniture back into the room with Stephen help, it looked like a cozy place for America to come and sleep, and read, study, watch movies, and relax. He was so proud of his girl, and after she added the glow in the dark stars to the back wall to match her canopy, he added a light spell that allowed the stars in her paintings to twinkle and slightly sway.

It was after she had also painted her wardrobe and night stands as well as the inside and outside of her bedroom door to match her room, that she ran out of space to paint on.

It’s now been a few weeks and somehow Wong is yet to notice the way the living room walls have small flowers all along the bottom edge in different colours and shapes and sizes. Stephen thinks Wong is just pretending to not see them, as he seen plenty of her other drawings and paintings. Stephen also knows that he has a framed painting of a portal opening to a calming landscape hanging above the desk in his office in Kamer-Taj. America had given it to him as a gift for Luner New Year.

But in Stephens eyes nothing will ever top the colour pencil drawing that hangs in the Sanctums living room, directly above the stone chimney in a place of honour. It depicts a bouquet made out of three flowers held together by a large ribbon.

The left most flower is a light pink star-shaped ‘Astrantia’, which is a soft and elegant flower that represents strength, courage and most of all protection.

The middle flower is a ‘Blue Star’ which is a dainty and delicate little flower that symbolizes endurance, strength and determination.

And the last flower is a purple ‘Aster’, a flower that is named after the Greek word for ‘Star’ and symbolizes love, wisdom, and faith.

The flowers each represent one part of their little star shaped family and Stephen is filled with love and happiness whenever he looks over to see it on the wall.

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You Made Her Shine (Part Three)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Sorcereress Reader

Word Count: 5,342

Summary: Stephen and the reader thought they could enjoy their engagement in private. When all of New York picks up wind of their engagement, the Reader decides it's time to face the problem head on.

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of bodily injury (past poisoning/broken ankle), fluff, daddy issues, slight angst

A/N: Nobody asked for a chapter three, but I love this story and want to finish it out. please enjoy. This is also the longest fic I've posted, sorry, not sorry. Gif found on google, credit in the top right.

The smell of fresh incense filled her nostrils as she entered the library of Kamar-Taj. Her footsteps echoed off the walls and bookcases notifying its current only occupant of her arrival. The man stood up, removing the earbuds he had been using. "Y/n, what a pleasent surpirse." Wong spoke looking at his good friend.

She smiled, greeting the man. "Hey, Wong! How are you doing?" She asked him. It wasn't unusual to see Wong in the library, he used to be the librarian several years back. Now he was the Sorcerer Supreme, filling his duties well in her opinion.

Wong nodded, holding his hands behind his back. "Studying a few spells. I'm looking for a better seal spell for the sanctums' monthly maintenance." He was a little puzzled by her presence at the temple. It wasn't like her to be there without reason seeing as she didn't teach any classes or was a part of any councils. "What brings you to the library?"

"Stephen was looking for a book, and I wasn't doing anything so I offered to come here to find it."

"Stephen is looking for a book? Does you Sanctum not have it?" Wong quizzed her.

"No," shaking her head she went on. "He's looking for a book that has the rules, lifestyles, and customs within Visanti." The couple had yet to announce their engagement to anybody. Y/n knew Stephen and Wong were best friends, and she was not going to tell him without Stephen.

Wong raised an eyebrow. "customs? He was sorcerer supreme once, he should know our customs."

"Let's just say he has a few questions about a particular tradition." She looked at Wong, watching as he observed her before rolling his shoulders. He turned to the side, walking around the table and heading towards a bookcase. Y/n followed behind him, knowing that Wong knew the library best.

"Strange must be planning something," Wong commented as he scanned the shelf.

Her eyebrows perked up, nodding slightly. "I've learned when it comes to Stephen, to expect the unexpected." Her eyes scanned the shelves, seeing the titles and covers of the books she studied when she was a student. "Do you remember the day I first came here?"

Wong nodded, pulling a book out and checking behind it for the title in question. "Mordo had been on a mission, trapping a demon that got loose somewhere in Arizona, if I remember correctly. You were a bystander trying to get away but ended up getting blasted by one of the apprentice's spells. They had to bring you here due to your injuries, and you decided to never leave."

Y/n laughed a little at the end. "Yes, well, when in Rome." It was true, the reason she ended up in Kamar-Taj was due to the inexperience of one of the students who had been sent with Baron Mordo for some recon. "My ankle was broken, the only thing magic couldn't fix."

Wong finally found the book Stephen had wanted, pulling it down off the shelf. He blew the dust off of it before wiping it with his hand. He held it out to her, offering a smile. "But the poison-infused ruins were reversed."

She reached out with her right hand, taking the book. "Well, yes. I will give our talented healers that." She looked down at the title of the book, knowing that they were sure to find their answers on the sheets within. "Thank you, Wong."

He gave her a look, seeing something in her eyes shift. "I have to know what you're up to. Nobody looks for this book for no reason."

She took in a deep breath, giving a gentle nod. "Come with me to the Sanctum. I'll tell you there."

Wong stared at her for a few moments before walking back to the desk, gathering his music player, headphones, and book. Y/n gave a hum before summoning a portal from the library to the Sanctum landing. Once the two had walked through the portal, she closed it, then tied her sling ring back on her belt. "Stephen! I'm back!" She called out, wondering where the man had been.

He walked up behind her, leaning slightly over her shoulder before whispering, "Boo." in her ear.

The woman jumped slightly, turning around as she screamed. She was met with a laughing Stephen, giving him a soft smack on his chest. "What was the reason?"

He stopped laughing, his smile remaining. "Because I knew you would jump."

She gave a little huff before handing the book over to him. Wong cleared his throat looking between his two friends, which he knew had been dating. "Are you two done, or do you need a minute?"

Stephen looked over to see Wong, a book in his hand as well. "I wasn't expecting you to be back for another two days."

He nodded. "Yes, but then you asked for a book on Visanti customs. That isn't entirely concerning at all." He responded.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Stephen asked, taking the book from Y/n.

"What are you planning, Strange?"

Stephen looked at the woman, his eyes scanning her face.

She knew he was silently asking her if she wanted to tell him. "He should be the first to know." She told him, smiling.

Stephan and the woman turned to face Wong again. The man was confused looking between the two. "I asked Y/n her to marry me."

Wong looked from Stephen to the woman. She smiled happily, holding her left hand out. "We're getting married!" It was so strange to hear those words, but she enjoyed the feeling it gave her.

Wong dropped the book that was in his hand as he approached his friends, wrapping his arms around them both. "You finally did it Strange." He replied, laughing deeply. Y/n had wrapped one arm around Wong and the other around Stephen, just as Stephen had one arm on both Wong and Y/n.

After a moment or so, the man let go of his friends, taking a step back. "When did this happen?"

Stephen smirked, bringing the book under his arm. "A few nights ago."

"Oh, it was so magical." She commented, still feeling the high from that night.

"Now, you know why I needed the book," Stephen commented.

"We. We needed the book." She added, lightly touching her elbow to his side.

Wong looked between the two. "It's been a couple of decades since two sorcerers have gotten married. This is exciting news."

Stephen nodded. "Yes, it is. Which is why we wanted to see the rules for this."

There was a slight thud on the door. Checking the clock on the wall, the woman nodded. It was the newspaper delivery. She stepped away from the men who began talking about the engagement. She opened up the front door, picking up the newspaper. There had also been a few people standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh my gosh! You're Y/n Y/l/n! Can I have your autograph?!"

"Y/n! Congratulations on your engagement!"

"You're a superhero?! That's awesome!"

The woman was shocked to see people at the base of the stairs. There were children and adults, some with cameras, others with lunchboxes and photographs of her. How did they know about her engagement?! Panicked, she rushed back inside, closing the door. That was not usual, how did they know where she was at? The Sanctum wasn't a publicly known building, at least she thought.

Both Wong and Stephen had still been talking, this time standing by the fireplace to the right of the staircase. Y/n pulled the newspaper out of the plastic wrap, unfolding it. A picture was printed on the front under a headline.

Doctor Strange engaged to fellow Avenger, Y/n

A picture of the two at their dinner was printed under it, the moment the two had kissed after his proposal. Her heart sank knowing that all of New York now knew about their celebration. "Stephen, you should look at this." She responded in a somber tone.

Stephen turned to her, seeing how her expression had changed. She even appeared slightly pale. He walked over to her, taking the newspaper that she offered to him. His eyes scanned the headline and the picture. He was sure everything was private, nobody was supposed to have known they were going to be at the restaurant. "Who could have done this?"

She went to speak when there was another bang on the front door. Stephen looked up, deciding to head that way. "Stephen, don't go out there!" She spoke, running up to his side.

It was too late, both Stephen and Y/n appeared in the doorway. Along with the people who had been there before, there was now somebody standing on the stairs with a microphone, another with a camera pointed at them. "Doctor Strange, Cassidy Newton with MCUTV. Can you comment on the headlines from this morning's newspaper?"

Y/n grew a little flustered seeing the crowd of people now having doubled. Stephen stood in front of her, looking at everybody who was now blocking their way out of the Sanctum. It wasn't like he couldn't portal anywhere he wanted to go, but sometimes he liked to walk outside to enjoy the city he loved. He looked to the woman who stood in front of him, watching as she tilted the microphone towards him. "Why are you here?"

"I'm just getting your thoughts on this morning's headlines. Is it true you are engaged? Do the avengers know?"

Stephen brushed past the questions about their engagement. "Why should it be the Avengers business what I chose to do with my personal life? Which you are currently invading by the way."

"The public wants to know how both of your families have responded to the news."

The woman grew frustrated. She walked around Stephen, her hand covered up by the Cloak that was also trying to keep her back. "Cassidy, was it? We don't have anything to say at this time."

"Y/n, we were contacted by your father. He wants to do a joint interview with you."

She shook her head, now angry. "I'll give you a better offer. Come here tomorrow at noon. Just you, your camera guy, that's it. Don't bring Rick. I'll give you something to publish."

"Okay!" Stephen spoke, using his arm to guide his fiance back into the Sanctum. "I think it's time everybody left." He then turned around, walking back into the Sanctum with Y/n. "You want to explain what that was about?"

The woman shook her head, bringing her hands up to her face before running her hand over her braided hair. "I panicked, I'm sorry."

"I had it under control."

"Yes, well, you still would have. But I let my anger get in the way." She was put off by the woman's words. How dare Rick want to interview with her, and put on a whole show displaying the fantasy he lived in. "I'm sorry."

Stephen looked to her then to Wong who remained at the sitting area where Stephen left him. Stephen then looked back to his fiance, seeing the broken facade fall onto her again. He knew how she was struggling with the recent interview of her biological father, he knew that she was battling a war that she wanted to protect him from. It still didn't make things any easy on her, and he wanted to help her. They were going to be husband and wife, they needed to share their battles. He walked over to her, gently pulling her into an embrace. "Don't apologize." He whispered to her. "Tell me what you want to do."

The next morning came. She dressed in her master's robes, her pants and under tunic were black with ivory-colored stitching. Her tunic top was also black with ivory, wine, and caramel patterns. The cuffs of her sleeves were fitted to her wrists, black in color. She looked in the mirror, adjusting her braid, letting it lay over her shoulder. She pinched at the chucks making them bigger. The fingertips of her right hand grazed over the engagement ring on her left ring finger. She was still in awe over it, it was the most beautiful and most important piece of jewelry she will ever own.

Stephen walked up behind her, dressed in his master's robes of dark blue with the Cloak resting on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her frame, looking at her in the mirror. "You don't have to do this, sink to his level."

She gave him a nod, her hands reaching up to rest on his arms. "I'm not sinking. I'm here to win the war. I need to do this."

He looked down at her, causing her to turn her head to look up at him. "You won't be alone."

"The last thing I want to do is drag you into this."

He reached down as she raised up on her toes, the lips meeting in a tender kiss. "You're not dragging me, love." He whispered against her lips.

She smiled, leaning back in his embrace. She could let herself stay there forever if she wanted. She always felt safe in his arms, she could let her guard down if she wanted to. Stephen wished they could have met in a normal life, not have to worry about keeping the world safe every day. Was it wrong to desire a domesticated life with her? Life a life where he never had his accident, met her at a coffee shop where they accidentally bumped into each other spilling their coffee, getting into a funny-awkward discussion of apologizing and cleaning up their mess, take her on a date, telling her about his day in the operating room, come home to her and lavish her with expensive gifts and fancy dinners. The chances of that were slim to none, he believed. they were always destined to be sorcerers. They just had to be at the right place at the wrong time.

She sighed before looking at him in the mirror again. "It's no battle on Titan, but it's going to be hard. I couldn't imagine having anybody else at my side."

"I still can't believe you followed me there."

"If I remember correctly, Cloakie was responsible for that." The cloak shrugged around Stephen's shoulders, and the bottom of the sentient fabric reach up to wrap around the both of them.

Stephen peered at the collar. "Okay buddy, we get it." Stephen let go of Y/n, seeing the time. "Wong and I just finished disguising the bottom floor and staircase. Less of a temple and more of a Georgian Revival."

She turned around to face him, smiling as she adjusted the collar of his tunic. "Smart. Need to keep our secrets secret."

He knew she was stalling, he also knew that once this interview would start she will not hold back in her answers. It scared him wondering how they would perceive her. She was a good human being, she was a hero to some people. More people saw him as a hero, but there were a handful of people who recognized her which made him proud. "Come on." He held his hand out to her. She gladly took it, slowly sinking her fingers between the spaces between his fingers, intertwining their hands.

The couple walked out of their bedroom, approaching the landing on the second floor. She was surprised by the theatrics the boys went into to keep the place private from the prying cameras. The once dark wood floors were now light, and the dark brown paneled walls were white. The relics were even covered up by magic appearing as various pieces of art. "Wow, I'm impressed. Though, I'm glad it's temporary."

He looked over at her as they approached the stairs, walking down together. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's too bright. Reminds me too much of the rich families in period dramas."

He looked over at her confused. "You love those movies. What are you talking about?"

She nodded looking up at him. "Yeah, but I'm an Elizabeth Bennett type of person."

"Stalking your future husband, getting caught peering into his house?"

She chuckled looking down. "You know what I mean." The two stopped at the bottom of the stairs where Wong had been.

"I think my work here is done. I'm heading back to Kamar-Taj," he spoke, picking up his suitcase.

Y/n let go of Stephen, walking over to give Wong a hug. "Thank you for your help, Wong."

The man nodded, embracing his friend. He looked at Stephen, giving him a nod. "Don't do anything stupid," he added after letting her go. He then summoned a portal, taking his belongings with him and walking through. The orange sparks had just finished fizzling out before there was a knock on the door.

Stephen looked at Y/n, giving her a nod. He didn't have to say anything. His presence alone was encouraging enough for her. She faced the door, taking in a deep breath before walking towards it.

About forty minutes later, everything had been set up. There were three cameras set up, one pointing towards the interviewer Cassidy, one was pointed at the couch where Y/n and Stephen were sitting, and the third was pointed facing the fireplace capturing all three. The once red couches of the sitting area were now a cream color. The floor below them was white marble flooring, and a black trimmed glass coffee table separating them. The three of them were set up with microphones, which were all tested and ready to go. Now it was time for Y/n to face the endless battle she raged.

"First of all, thank you so much for this opportunity. Your home is really lovely." Cassidy spoke, holding a notepad in her hands.

Both Stephen and Y/n nodded, thanking the woman.

Cassidy continued on. "I have several questions for both of you. First, Y/n, our viewers want to know what your thoughts are on the interview from last week with your father, Rick Swann."

Starting out strong, this was great. She sucked in a deep breath, having promised Stephen she was going to be as tame as possible. "I had no clue the interview occurred. I happened to be channel surfing, actually trying to find the weather report. What I saw actually upset me. Greatly, really."

"Oh, really? Can you elaborate?"

Y/n was wondering if it was in her job description to dig into festering wounds since that was what she was doing now. "Everything that he said never happened. It's a fantasy he lives in." She started telling her story as Stephen's hand, unseen by the cameras, gave her arm a gentle squeeze. He looked between Cassidy and Y/n, making sure she was fine. He was not afraid of cutting anything short if she began to grow uncomfortable. "The truth, whether you want to believe him or me, is that he never cared for my mother, my brother, or me. He didn't live with us, growing up. He rented a condo apartment on the opposite side of the city. My mother lived as a single parent raising two children with Rick Swann was out partying or traveling the world."

Cassidy had a pen with her, every once in a while writing down some notes. "According to Rick, he said you two were, and I quote 'inseparable until age eleven'. What do you have to say about that?"

The woman scoffed a little, coming off as a dry chuckle. "Inseparable? In what world? I only ever saw Rick during holidays, birthdays, and other types of functions. Birthdays, sometimes. Maybe long enough to get a single photo, for him to speak with my mother, and then he was off. He did any clothes at our house, not even a pair of socks. Rick Swann was never a father, I've never considered him mine."

Cassidy's eyes widened. "These are very strong feelings. It seems you have nothing to praise him for, which seems a little unfair since he isn't here to defend himself."

Stephen's mouth opened up when Y/n continued on. "Is it fair to a child to sit at a father-daughter dance alone at a table? Waiting on the promise that he was going to show up, but never did? Is it fair to that same child who ten years later found out he broke that promise to go on vacation in Italy with his then mistress? Tell me, is it fair to the teenager who walked across the stage accepting her high school diploma to see her mother and brother cheering her on while said father is too busy staring at his phone?" Y/n felt her insides shaking, but she remained still, knowing these were the words she needed to let out in order to heal. "Rick Swann didn't even show up to his own son's funeral. Because he didn't show up, I had to take his spot as a paul bearer. Do you know what it's like to lose a sibling, Cassidy?"

The woman shook her head, "No."

Y/n nodded, a thin line spread across her face. She knew Stephen knew the pain. "I helped raise my brother. I made sure he had his game equipment for practices. I walked with him down the fifty-yard line for his last football game in high school because my mother was at work. Where was Rick? Not in the stands. I taught him how to throw a baseball when we were kids. He was seven years younger than me. He was everything to me, growing up. Rick was somebody I hardly knew. I still don't know him to this day."

Cassidy continued to write down some notes. This really bothered Stephen, not knowing what she was writing or what she was thinking. "Let's shift gears here. Tell us about your time working with the Avengers, battling Thanos."

Y/n could feel her heart racing out of her chest. She looked up at Stephen as he turned his face towards her. He winked at her out of Cassidy's sight, smirking at the woman he loved. Both of them turned their heads back to face the woman. "We are not really Avengers. We just happened to save the world with them." Stephen nodded, still unsure about this whole interview. "I didn't listen to Doctor Strange here, and I followed him the day Thanos invaded Earth."

"I really wish that you would have stayed."

She chuckled, thinking back on their banter the whole time. "Yes, well, I did end up coming back several days later." She cleared her throat looking at the woman. "It was the two of us with Iron Man who we all know as Tony Stark, The Hulk, and Spiderman. We ended up on Thano's ship, crash landing on his world, Titan." Y/n couldn't help but feel like this was somebody else's story to tell, not her. "Eventually, after fighting for what felt like hours, Thanos ended up wiping half of the world's population. I ended up being spared, but.."

Stephen picked up. "I was dusted away with most of the others."

Cassidy nodded. Y/n began to speak again. "Tony Stark and I ended up back in the ship trying to navigate our way back home. We were stuck in space for twenty-two days. We were knocking on death's door when we were found and brought back. When I fully recovered, I never stopped looking for a way to bring everyone back."

"It only took you long enough," Stephen commented, one hand reaching up to scratch his head before resting back in his lap.

Cassidy smirked, looking between the two. "Is there banter going on here between the two of you?"

Y/n was going to speak but was cut off by Stephen. "Well, when we've known each other for four-"

"Nine," corrected the woman.

"Nine for her, four for me. Anyways, when you've known somebody for that long, there is going to be a bit of banter."

"Not quite like what we're seeing," Cassidy commented.

Stephen knew she was trying to get him to say something about their relationship. "Y/n was one of my peers when we first met. She ended up teaching me a few things, and I like to think I've taught her a few things in return. I believe we have quite a unique dynamic between us."

"Does this dynamic stem from a lack of a father figure, Y/n?"

That was the question that set the fire in her alive. Before Stephen could respond, Y/n sat up a little straighter in her seat, her posture appearing better. "I do not know what you are implying about the lack of a relationship I have with Rick Swann, but I can assure you that has nothing to do with the dynamic I have with Stephen." She took in a deep breath before speaking again. "I am in this position today because of myself. Nobody else, because they couldn't have cared less. And now… now I'm taken care of." She looked over to Stephen, giving him a nod.

"Are you sure?" He asked her, remembering the conversation they had the night before. She gave him a simple nod before he took her left hand into his. "I have to agree. I never knew Y/n before she became a sorceress, but I have to say that she has carried herself well. You've seen the footage of her in battle. She fights as if her life depended on it, she's not afraid to place her life on the line. She has helped bring back billions of people from a random mass genocide. She is extremely talented, powerful, and very special to me." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "What you asked us yesterday on the doorstep, it's true."

Cassidy's eyebrows raised up. "What's true?"

"I asked Y/n to be my wife," Stephen responded, holding her hand out in front of them.

"And I agreed. He's my best friend, he makes me feel at home. I love him, and I would follow him to the end of time." Y/n smiled, looking from Cassidy to Stephen.

They normally weren't the type of couple to fall for public displays of affection, but Y/n couldn't help but reach up to press a brief kiss to Stephen's lips. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, feeling safe with him.

A few days passed since the interview. Y/n paced around in the lounge of the Sanctum where the tv had been. It was on the news channel, and a report on local crime was playing. Her arms were crossed as she held herself tight. Stephen was with her, scrolling through the book they borrowed from Kamar-Taj's library. He felt he was getting close to finding some answers, but he couldn't focus when she was obviously nervous. He placed a bookmark in between the sheets, closing the book and setting it down. "Honey, come sit down. No amount of pacing is going to change what they are going to publish."

She looked at him as he spoke to her, patting his lap. She knew he was trying to distract her, but it still wasn't enough to get her mind off of it. She crossed the room, reaching her arms out to him before sitting down carefully on his lap. He was sitting in his favorite armchair, which was in perfect viewing sight of the tv. She curled one leg under her as she sat on his lap, the other curling up next to her in between his legs. One of Stephen's arms wrapped behind the small of her back, his hand resting on her back. The other arm wrapped around her torso, gently laying in her lap. "I promise you, no matter what they say, you are going to feel better about this whole situation. You are much braver than I am."

She shook her head, moving a stray piece of his grey hair out of the way. "I understand that no matter what I say, the feelings won't go away. I just don't want to bring those problems into our marriage."

Stephen smiled looking at her. "We're going to be fine, okay?"

She nodded looking down at him. their heads turned when the article began.

"Last week, an interview was aired to our viewers. The father of one of the Avengers, Y/n Y/l/n, spoke with Cassidy Newton. He spoke about Y/n and her efforts with Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Tonight, we have a new interview, this time with Y/n Y/l/n and Doctor Strange. As I understand, a revelation was made, right Cassidy?"

The screen changed from the news desk to Cassidy. "Yes, Ginger. I sat one-on-two with the two sorcerers, and this is what they had to say."

"At least she called us sorcerers," Stephen mentioned, trying to make light of the situation.

The interview began to play. Their images were being played next to some footage taken on cellphones from previous fights of theirs. It seemed that this time they didn't edit anything out, except for the parts where it looked like the vein running down the front of Y/n's forehead was going to explode.

"Does this dynamic stem from a lack of a father figure, Y/n?"

Her lungs felt deprived of air and she felt that she couldn't get any air in. She continued to watch as the interview played.

"I am in this position today because of myself. Nobody else, because they couldn't have cared less. And now… now I'm taken care of."

The screen showed both of them sitting next to each other. Stephen had looked at her, and she couldn't help but see the adoration in his eyes as he listened to what she had to say. He looked her up and down, examining her as she spoke with such confidence.

"I have to agree. I never knew Y/n before she became a sorceress, but I have to say that she has carried herself well. You've seen the footage of her in battle. She fights as if her life depended on it, she's not afraid to place her life on the line. She has helped bring back billions of people from a random mass genocide. She is extremely talented, powerful, and very special to me. I asked Y/n to be my wife."

"And I agreed"

The screen showed their connected hands and the ring he gave her, then the picture that was taken of them when he proposed. "I still wish I knew who took those photos."

"What an incredible surprise, Cassidy! I guess the rumors are true then."

The blonde-haired woman spoke. "Yes, and let me tell you, I could feel the love they have for each other as I say there in their home. Nothing about them feels fake or forced. I do believe that this couple is not only real, but they do have an unbreakable bond."

"Well, you heard it here first folks. Let's all wish Doctor Strange and Y/n Y/l/n a happy congratulations on their next adventures in life, and a thank you for saving our world as we know it."

Y/n looked away from the television, snuggling her face in the crook of his neck. He waved his hand, turning the tv off. He held her a little tighter as he felt her nip at the skin on his neck. "That's not quite the response I thought you would have."

She pulled her head back up to look at him. "I never knew you looked at me like that." She responded, still seeing how he stared at her during the interview.

"Like what?" he asked her.

"Almost love drunk." She replied. The couple couldn't find any words. All they could find was the love in their hearts and souls for the other. Y/n pressed another kiss to his neck. Stephen picked her up in his arms, standing up and portaling them to their bedroom. It was about time they had a little bit of fun after a stressful few days.

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can i pls request Lucas x male reader where Lucas is the popular kid and reader is really quiet, but lucas likes reader because of readers personality(not like other guys/girls who tries their best to let them get noticed by lucas) and Lucas always tease and talk to reader because of that. maybe add a scenario where reader gets bullied on why he's dating Lucas and Lucas comes in and comforts reader. Thats all thank you!💖

up to you ; lucas

group: nct / wayv

pairing: wong yukhei / reader (male)

synopsis: yukhei is your school’s most popular heartthrob, and you’re the quiet wallflower. can things be any more obvious?

genre: fluff

warning: bullying

i hope this satisfies you anon! personally i lost inspo so it’s not that good... i apologize :,) also i just realized how long my fics are, so oops? as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

you’re in the library shelving piles of books into their respective slots, gently humming to yourself as you drum your fingers on the spine of a book. the library is silent for the most part, save for the low buzz of the fan by the entryway and your soft humming. it’s quiet and cozy, just how you like it.

the quiet ambience is slightly ruined by the loud rattling from the left. it startles you, but luckily you remain your balance and don’t plummet to your demise. when you look towards the source of the noise, you see yukhei standing by the bottom of the ladder, flashing you his signature rectangular grin. “hi (name)!” he chirps, waving at you. a warmth blossoms within you, but the chorus of agitated shushes distracts you. he cowers within himself, sending other students an apologetic look. “sorry,” he whispers.

“i didn’t expect to see you here,” you reply, turning your attention back to the books in your arms. there’s no malicious intent behind your words, because you genuinely would’ve thought he would spend his free period playing basketball with his friends, not in the library.

but he gasps with loud, feigned hurt. “i’m offended! just because i prefer sports over school doesn’t mean i won’t come in and pick up a book every now and then!” another round of shushes ripples throughout the room, though this time they’re paired with irritated glares. you’re among one of them.

“please be quiet, we’re in a library,” you remind him, stepping down a few rungs. he sends you an apologetic look, one that reminds you of a kicked puppy. “if you’re looking to borrow textbooks, the librarian’s up front. if not, you’re welcome to browse through.”

“nah, i already got all of my textbooks. i just came in to see you~” he winks, which you respond with by rolling your eyes. you promptly ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “oh come on, don’t be so mean. why don’t you ever react?”

“why should i? all you ever do is tease me,” you deadpan. you finish categorizing the last book and begin climbing down the ladder to grab a new pile. yukhei seems to notice this, eagerly scooping up a pile to hand to you. it doesn’t quite work out though, because his massive hands accidentally push them to the floor, and he winces, knowing what to expect. along with other disturbed patrons, you glare at him. you bend down to pick up the books, sighing. “you know, you’re lucky i haven’t kicked you out yet.”

“sorry,” he apologizes, sending you a sheepish smile. “sometimes i have no control over this massively tall body. i guess being short like you would be better, huh?”

for your age, you stand at a relatively average height. but yukhei is a little taller than most, standing at six feet. it really isn’t that big of a difference, but he still teases you for it all of the time.

you’re about to retort when you see two figures lurking by the other side of the shelf. you sigh, already knowing what to expect. something like this happens nearly every two days. “two of your so-called fans at nine o’clock.”

yukhei turns to face that direction and the two figures jump in surprise, confirming your suspicions. you see two girls step out from behind the shelf, timidly staring at you two. you recognize one of them, yujin, from your history class. “hi lucas,” the girl greets. it’s the nickname he goes by, the one that everyone is familiar with. you’re one of the few people that uses his real name, though.

you don’t even blink at the lack of acknowledgement. you’ve never really talked to yujin, save for the time she shared her notes with you. a real life saver. “oh hey yujin! is there something you need?” he asks. she looks pleasantly surprised that he remembers her.

you see the girl beside yujin, probably her wing woman, ushering her to hand him what appears to be a letter. not wanting to disturb the love confession that’s to come, you quietly grab the cart of books and roll it away from them. no one seems to notice though; the perks of being a wallflower.

five minutes later, you’re standing behind the counter of the check-out area, helping a few students check out textbooks. “is that everything you need?” you ask, not looking up from the computer screen.

“no, but i’d love to check you out.” you turn your head at the familiar voice and snort upon seeing yukhei.

“that was bad, even for you.”

“the only way you’d notice me,” he shrugs. you notice that he isn’t holding anything in his hands, and from the corner of your eyes you can see yujin and her friend walking towards the exit. judging from the way her friend rubs her shoulders, you can only guess that she’s been rejected like the others.

“you turned her down?” you ask.

yukhei sighs. for someone who receives several confessions, he never looks less guilty when rejecting them. “yujin is really sweet and smart, but i’m only interested in her as a friend. plus, between you and me?” he leans in as if telling you a secret. “i’m pretty sure her friend somi has a thing for her.”

you shake your head in sympathy. poor girl, having to be a wing woman for the girl you like. “well, that sucks.”

he frowns at your curt response, resting his arms on the counter. “you know, we haven’t been friends for very long, yet you never question why i reject everyone.”

you shrug, walking towards the storage room. “you’re just waiting for the right person, because contrary to popular belief, wong yukhei isn’t a heart breaker.”

yukhei can only forlornly watch as you head to the back. “i’ve found the right person, they just haven’t noticed yet,” he mutters.

if you’re being honest, you don’t quite remember how yukhei entered your life. after all, he’s way ahead in the social spectrum, surrounded by swarms of friends like some enforcer of happiness. on the other hand, you’re on the complete opposite side of that spectrum. you’re the quiet guy who minds your own business, so you don’t have many friends like he does, save for the few close ones you’ve made prior to high school. but one day, like the friendly giant he is, he magically appears by your side, and now his presence fills each of your days.

save for the times he teases you about your height and your personality, yukhei isn’t as bad as kids like you describe. sure, he’s loud and outspoken, every introvert’s nightmare, but he isn’t a jerk or a heart breaker like they whisper about. he’s quite the opposite, actually, his personality similar to a golden retriever. the way others perceive him never gets less funny for you. you’ve personally seen him get his nose stuck in a coat hanger before; how in the world does a klutz like him scream heart breaker material?

you’ve only known him for half a year, yet you feel like you’ve known him since childhood. he’s never quiet about his life, and he always seems genuinely interested in you. naturally, like the fool you are, you found yourself inevitably falling for him. it’s not like things will go your way - yukhei is at the center of the school’s attention, meaning he’s surrounded by plenty of suitors. it’s so cliche you’d laugh - the quiet guy pining over the school’s heart throb - but truthfully, you’d rather watch him excitedly talk about his interests or do anything that elicits a smile from him. you’ll have plenty of time to laugh later, anyways.

when you enter the cafeteria, you scan the cliques assembled at each table, looking for your own little group made up of you, mark, renjun, and donghyuck. it’s a mix of different personalities with even more different interests, but sharing the cast roles of trees in the third grade goes a long way.

your sight is quickly obscured by two massive hands, and you sigh, recognizing the cold feeling of a ring against your face. “guess who?” a voice above you sings.

“what are you doing here?” you ask. you quickly regain your sight as the hands slink away, and you turn around to face a smiling yukhei.

“here to grab food just like everyone else,” he answers, ruffling your hair. he laughs when he sees you try to remove his hand from your hair, yours impossibly small compared to his. “is this bothering you, tiny terror?” he teases.

“seriously?”

“sorry, did you say something? you’re a little too quiet.”

to a bystander, it would look like yukhei, the tall, popular kid, was bullying you, the average quiet wallflower. but your friendship all began with this “teasing”, so you don’t really mind anymore.

before you can say anything, you hear a crowd of guys headed your way. you take that as your cue to leave, removing his hand from your hair. luckily, you finally see your friends at a table at the other side of the room. “i’m going to go now. bye,” you say. before you get a response, you slink away from him.

as you slide in a seat beside mark, you catch renjun and donghyuck eyeing you with interest. you’ve known them long enough to know that look means trouble - specifically from renjun and donghyuck. mark is never a part of their schemes, wanting nothing more than a peaceful day. “can i help you?” you ask, leaning down to steal a fry from mark, who shrieks in protest.

"so, you and yukhei?” renjun gives you a knowing look, while mark gives you an apologetic one. you feel like you’ve just jumped straight into a trap.

“we’re friends. what about it?” you ask, taking more of mark’s food. at this point, he’s given up on fending it from your hands.

“he’s in denial,” donghyuck whispers, though you hear it loud and clear. “dude, he gives you heart eyes when you do so much as breathe. how does it feel, having a heart throb like him wrapped around your finger?”

the thought is baffling; you, having yukhei wrapped around your finger? “no comment because i don’t.” renjun and donghyuck boo at your comment. “enough with that nonsense already. we’re just friends. plus, i’m not going to swoon over him-”

“-like everyone else in the building?” mark finishes, pointing his head forward. you look up, and unsurprisingly, a swarm of people surround yukhei, and he’s eagerly chatting with them, probably thriving from the attention. you swear you see a glimpse of yet another letter from a guy you recognize from your biology class, but with so many people it’s hard to tell.

“you know, i don’t understand how people perceive him as a heart breaker. he’s like a clumsy puppy with too much energy for his own good,” you comment, munching on a fry.

“maybe because you’re one of the few people who actually know him well enough to determine that?” mark suggests. “he gets along with everyone, but he tails you like a puppy all of the time. it’s no wonder you know him well.”

you shrug. “maybe if he teased other people all the time, they’d probably get to know him better, too. apparently that’s how people befriend others these days.”

they all exchange a knowing look before staring at you. “riiight. because he teases everyone he wants to befriend. not because, you know, he’s interested in them,” renjun remarks.

you stare at yukhei for a little longer until he looks up and sees you. he frantically waves with a large grin, and you can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips as you wave back. when your hand falls and you go back to eating mark’s food, you shrug. “right.”

something you find odd about your schedule is how you have pe right after lunch. do teachers seriously think it’s a good idea to have students running laps right after eating? that only calls for disaster. it’s something you complain about every now and then to donghyuck, seeing how he’s the only person you can talk to.

“i heard we’re doing the mile run today,” donghyuck shares.

you groan, walking beside him. “i don’t care how many times we do it. i will never not complain about it. what makes him think running’s fun?”

“i don’t know, i think running’s pretty great,” a voice chimes. you don’t need to turn around to guess who it is, but you do anyways. unsurprisingly, yukhei’s right beside you, grinning his signature smile.

“easy for you to say. you’re built like a greek god and you have abnormally long legs. you’re like... a spider.”

yukhei chooses to ignore your comparison about the spider, instead beaming. “you think i’m built like a greek god?”

what a way to feed into his ego. “i take it back.”

he visibly deflates, pouting. “what! you can’t take it back, (name)! don’t hurt me like that!”

you’re about to retort back when donghyuck taps your shoulder. “lucas, (name), hi. i’d hate to bother your flirting session, so i’m going to bother yangyang now.”

“we’re not-” the words are barely out of your mouth before he slinks away from you two, but not before throwing up finger guns at you. you’re left alone with yukhei, who shoots you a cheeky wink.

the five minutes it takes for you to walk to the track field quickly goes by, having spent it conversing with yukhei. your teacher tasks everyone to partner up for the mile run, and your instincts are telling you to go to donghyuck, who’s been your partner each time. but then you see him approach yangyang with an intention in his eyes and you decide to go against it. the only other friend you have in this class would be...

you turn around to look for yukhei, but he’s no longer by your side, instead being encompassed by several guys. he doesn’t quite meet their gaze though, eyes flickering to you. he’s obviously occupied. to your dismay, there are no other options left, and you’d rather die than talk to other people.

someone taps your shoulder and you jump so high that even the perpetrator seems startled. you fearfully stiffen, contemplating the dozen methods of running away, but when you turn around, you visibly relax. it’s hendery, one of your classmates. you don’t know him too well, but you share most of your classes together. “hey (name), you still looking for a partner?” he asks.

“yeah, i am. are you?" of course he’s looking for a partner. why else would he approach you? great. now he’s going to think you’re weird, and then you’re not going to have a-

“perfect, so am i! do you want to run first, or should i?” he flashes you a smile that eases your nerves, and the butterflies in your stomach still.

“i don’t have a preference.”

“okay, then i’ll go first. be sure to keep a good eye on me, okay?” he sends you a flirty wink, and you’re taken aback by the sudden motion, lightly blushing. he seems to notice this, too, grinning at your silence. “i’ve been told i’m a good runner. i hope i impress you~”

your mind is running faster than your body could ever, still trying to process hendery’s boldness. “oh. well, i bet you’re far better than me. i’m not a good runner,” you awkwardly laugh.

it’s only been a few minutes, but you find yourself pleasantly surprised to become acquainted with hendery, though it’s mainly hendery doing the talking since you’re not quite out of your shell yet. in the five minutes you’ve known him, you learn that he’s the captain of the track team and strangely enough, really likes hot dogs. you go through the five stages of regret upon learning this, because your running won’t even begin to compare to his. but he gently assures you it isn’t a big deal, even patting your shoulder.

you decide that hendery’s ability to put people at ease is incredible, because you’re too absorbed with his presence to notice the look yukhei sends from afar.

after that, you and hendery quickly befriended each other. your relationship kind of reminds you of your’s with yukhei because of how different you are, but unlike him, he doesn’t tease you all of the time. you’re not sure how to feel when you find yourself missing it.

on the bright side, he’s a great friend to hang out with when others are busy. renjun and donghyuck have volleyball practice? you go to the arcade with hendery. mark has speech and debate? you get tacos with hendery. yukhei is busy... being the social butterfly he is? you go over to hendery’s house. your increase in hangouts has definitely made your friends suspicious, with donghyuck going as far as accusing you of cheating on yukhei, whatever that means. it’s not like you two are dating, anyways.

(the thought reminds you just how impossible the concept is, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t bothered by it.)

your third period is when you act as mrs. choi’s library assistant. you’re sitting by the counter, flipping through the latest issue of haikyu!! when you hear footsteps approach you. having to act like the responsible assistant, you quickly tuck the book away, but not fast enough judging from hendery’s smirk. “so mr. studious isn’t quite so studious, is he?” he asks.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug. “anyways, what are you doing here? do you have a free period like-” you quickly stop in your tracks. the name stands at the tip of your tongue, but for some reason, a part of you tells you not to say it.

thankfully he doesn’t question your abrupt pause. “no, i have math. pauses for boos,” he sighs. “anyways, can you check this out for me?” he slides a thick textbook your direction.

“sure. student id?” you go through the procedure of checking out his book, which doesn’t take long. “okay, you’re good to go.”

he doesn’t immediately leave though, eyes never leaving your frame. “(name)?”

you pull out your book, flipping back to the page you were on. “yeah?” there’s a pause, which is unlike hendery. from what you know, he’s confident and doesn’t take breaks, which makes you look up from your book. he looks almost... nervous? “are you okay?”

he pauses to take a deep breath, and you’re suddenly embracing for something serious. “would you go on a d-”

“hey (name), hendery! what a coincidence seeing you here!”

you look behind hendery and is surprised to see yukhei approach you with a strained smile. you’ve been hanging out with hendery so much that you haven’t seen yukhei in a while, aside from your shared classes.

at this point, the other patrons in the library have already gotten used to his loud voice, and seeing how you never once kicked him out, they stopped shushing him altogether. “it isn’t a coincidence, yukhei. you know i’m here during third period.” you squint at his appearance. he looks stiff, sweaty even. “are you okay?”

hendery looks like he knows something you don’t, glaring at yukhei. “we’re in a library, or have you forgotten?” there’s an obvious bite in his words, one that shocks you. you had no idea they didn’t like each other, but seeing their mutual glares, it’s kind of obvious now.

“sorry, i had to get my point across,” yukhei responds. he turns to face you, and his smile quickly fades into one of genuine. “hey (name), can i talk to you about something?” he turns to give hendery the stink eye. “in private?”

“he can’t abandon his responsibility as mrs. choi’s assistant, much less for you,” hendery snaps.

okay, you’re really missing something big here. in an attempt to clear the tense atmosphere, you clear your throat. “can it wait...” you glance at the clock. “five minutes? mrs. choi should be back then.”

yukhei nods, giving hendery a triumphant smirk. “of course.”

five minutes later, mrs. choi comes back, allowing you to slink into the empty hallway with yukhei. “before you tell me what you need to tell me- what the hell was that?”

he gives you an oblivious look. “what was what?”

“the tension between you and hendery!” you exclaim. “you two looked like you were going to shoot each other had i not been there.”

he looks genuinely surprised that you noticed. what does he take you for, a dunce? “oh, that? we’ve never really gotten along... but recently, we found out we both like the same person, so that kind of worsened things.”

you nod, though the thought of yukhei finding his right person surprises you, and a small part feels a little disappointed. rightfully so, because not only is it not you, but because he didn’t bother telling you! “you finally found the right person for you?”

“for a while now, actually,” he corrects. now you’re even more surprised; yukhei found someone he liked and hadn’t once told you? the betrayal! “i just haven’t been able to tell them.”

“well, who is it?” you sigh, shaking your head. “you had all of these chances to tell me, and you didn’t even try? i’m disappointed.” technically he would be saving you from heartbreak by not telling you, but that’s beside the point.

“well, that would ruin the surprise then. i was planning on confessing,” he explains, giving you a cheeky smile.

this is fine, this is fine... except it’s not, you mentally narrate. you’re already flashing him a strained smile. “when?” you ask.

yukhei’s smile never once fades, and you’re tempted to wipe it off his face. “right now.” he sweeps his arm in a flourish. “i like you, (name) (last name).”

a pause. you’re frozen in your spot, replaying his words in your head.

i like you, (name) (last name).

this must be some sort of fever dream. or an elaborate prank; you frantically look around for someone to jump out in front of you, camera in hand. but to your shock, you’re still wearing clothes, and no one jumps out. “did i hear that right?” you gawk.

yukhei’s still grinning; your shocked look seems to satisfy him. “i like you. you’re the person i was talking about.”

you’ve been duped - bamboozled! “am i dreaming?”

he laughs, ruffling your hair. “this is very much real, cutie. do you want me to kiss you to prove it?” you visibly flush, hiding your face behind your hands. he’s always teased you, but this it the first time he’s really flirted like this. has he been holding back on your account? he peels your hands off your face, cooing at how red you are. “may i ask for your answer?”

your face is still warm, eyes refusing to meet his. he’s holding your hands, and it feels like he’s holding your heart in them, too. “why?” you’re not asking this because of your insecurities, but because you’re genuinely curious. if he’s shown signs that he likes you, he’s done a great job at making it subtle.

(yukhei’s definitely not subtle though, which means you probably didn’t notice because you’re just that dense.)

“i like your personality,” he begins. “you’re a breath of fresh air among the familiar, the quiet in my loud. i think we fit really well. plus, teasing you is a bonus, seeing you get all bothered.” he caresses your hands, and you’re suddenly keenly aware of where you two are. “you know, i would’ve made things more extravagant, but hendery was going to sweep you off your feet, so i had to make things quick.”

wait, hendery likes you too? then at the library... this feels like a wattpad fanfic. but instead of pondering on that, you roll your eyes. “even if he said anything, i wouldn’t have accepted.”

his face contorts to one of surprise, but it takes him a few seconds to understand the implications behind your comment. “does that mean you like me, too?” he hums, eyes twinkling in delight.

you hate feeding into his ego, but you decide right now is an exception. “maybe.”

you immediately regret it though, seeing him grin like the cheshire cat. you’re never going to hear the end of it now. “i even managed to woo you with my charms, huh?”

“shut up.”

“with your lips? because i’d love that.” he leans down, batting his eyelashes, and you’re heating up all over again. at first, you take it as another one of his flirty remarks, but the look he gives you is a silent question of consent. it reminds you of how no matter how much he teases you, he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, never do anything without permission.

there are several thoughts swirling in your head and many things you need to discuss with yukhei. how will the general public react learning about this? will you be harassed by his hoard of fans? will things even work? but instead, you grab his hand and begin walking to a secluded part of the wing. ignoring the what-if’s is very unlike you, but you have more important matters to tend to. “we have to talk about this later.”

yukhei can only hum in agreement as your breath fans over his lips.

as mentioned earlier, yukhei isn’t subtle at all, so it’s no surprise that soon the whole school finds out about your relationship. you can’t be mad at him though, because he really did try. but then he accidentally let it slip during basketball practice, bragging about how you were an amazing kisser. you can’t really be mad at his comment, anyways.

to your dismay, your popularity has soared being yukhei’s boyfriend. you much prefer the times when people had to ask for your name again, because now they all label you as lucas’s boyfriend. like, you have a name. plus, high school students are incredibly nosy. but people are nice, for the most part.

needless to say, your friends had a field day with you upon hearing the news. apparently renjun and donghyuck had made bets on you, to which the former had triumphed. mark simply congratulated you as he struggled to stop the two from fighting each other.

to your surprise, hendery had approached you and congratulated you two on the manner. he ruffled your hair and told you that he’s always available if you ever choose to drop yukhei, to which the latter responded by lunging at him. you didn’t have time to question hendery about the events in the library from the past week, having to stop your boyfriend from fighting him.

your days at school have certainly become livelier. for starters, yukhei has become much more open about expressing affection, though the displays in public are nothing compared to in private. his friends were also quick to introduce themselves to you, even going as far as stealing you from him. you’re pretty sure you’ve become an honorary member of the basketball team now. things have seemed to calm down now, though your friends still tease your relationship every now and then. you try to go by your day with minimal interaction as usual, save for yukhei and your friends.

today was supposed to be your free day, but mrs. choi had called you asking if you could finish up things in the library, having to leave early for a doctor’s appointment. like the kind assistant you were, you had accepted with no hesitation, finishing up her tasks. however, you did feel like you were forgetting something important.

you’ve just finished shelving the final textbook when you hear footsteps approach you. you turn your head, expecting to see the janitor, but you’re startled to come face-to-face with a guy. judging from the threatening look on his face, you can tell you’re in for an unpleasant conversation. and if that’s the case, it’s probably because of yukhei.

with his popularity and your relationship, it isn’t surprising that there were a few that weren’t too happy to see you together. he isn’t some object that wannabe teenagers have ownership over. however, many are yet to grasp that concept. “how can i help you?” you politely ask.

you barely have any time to blink before you’re being pushed against the bookshelf, trapped in between his arms. this feels like a showdown between the love interest and the wannabe, the latter fighting for the affections of the male lead. “listen up, (last name),” the guy snarls. “you better stay away from lucas. you don’t deserve him.”

under normal circumstances, you would be terrified. but apparently you have a death wish, saying, “and you do?”

you close your eyes, bracing for a fist to your face, but surprisingly, it never comes. you squeak an eye open to see him looking down at you with a smirk. “whatever he sees in you, it won’t be there long. did he ever tell you how much he hates boring people?”

usually jerks like him don’t bother you, but... boring? you may be quiet, but you don’t think you’re that boring... right? the stranger releases his hold on you. before he can say any more, the library doors swing open, and like some knight in shining armor, there stands yukhei who looks out of breath. “(name)? hyunjung?”

you two are lucky he didn’t see your position earlier, otherwise it would beg for some unpleasant questions. “hi lucas,” hyunjung politely greets, doing a quick bow. a complete 180 from his personality from earlier. “i was just leaving.”

yukhei nods as hyunjung walks away from you two. he approaches you, pouting. “i was looking all over for you! did you forget about our date today?”

oh, so that’s what you were forgetting. you absentmindedly nod, still thinking of hyunjung’s words from earlier. “oh, sorry.”

he must sense some hostility in you, because he gently grabs your shoulders. “hey, are you okay? you look a little shaken up.”

usually you bottle up your worries; when they overfill, you shove them down even further. but yukhei is the complete opposite, so open about himself like he has nothing to hide. perhaps it’s because you spend so much time with him that his candid tendencies have rubbed onto you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask.

he tilts his head in confusion. “okay with what?”

you shrug, trying to show hyunjung’s words didn’t bother you as much as it had. “dating me?”

instantly he narrows his eyes, tightening his grip. “did- did hyunjung say something to make you think that way? is that why he came in here?” he protectively wraps his arms around you. “remind me to give him a lesson next time.” you snort; yukhei can’t even hurt a fly. if he does, it’s unintentional, and he always screams at the realization.

“i mean, i usually don’t listen to jerks like that, but-” you pause to gesture at yourself. “i’m your polar opposite, and as funny i think i am, i’m pretty quiet and boring. plus, you hate boring people, or at least people too stuck up for their own good.”

yukhei musters all of the sincerity in his eyes. “but that’s what makes us work so well, (name). i think i’m really cool and nice and all-” you snort at the comment. while all of those adjectives are true, it doesn’t make it less funnier, seeing how much confidence he has. “but i also have my flaws. i can be hotheaded, and i’m bad at saying no. but you help balance them out. you keep me leveled, and you’re always firm about what you want. plus, i help balance your flaws, too; we just work like that.” he squishes your cheeks together, eliciting a sound of protest from you. “if i don’t have a problem with a cutie like you, they shouldn’t, either.”

“some have yet to grasp the concept of treating you like a taken man,” you answer, though it comes out muffled. he giggles at the acknowledgement, leaning down to peck your nose. a garbled noise leaves your throat, and you close your eyes in embarrassment.

“maybe i should show them just how taken i am,” he hums. he promptly removes his hands from your face and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “how about we start by going on our date?”

despite how simple his resolution seems, you know you and yukhei will have another deeper discussion about today’s events. whereas he likes solving things with cuddles and kisses, you like to do it with deep conversations. that can wait for now. “let me lock up first. we’re getting food, right?”

when you look up at him, you suddenly realize what donghyuck meant when he said yukhei looks at you with heart eyes. the look he gives you is so sweet you feel like you’re getting cavities. it’s so endearing you nearly forget all of your insecurities, only focusing on how much he seems to adore you. he always seems to know what to do when you’re in a slump. “of course! gotta feed the cutie here,” he answers, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

you roll your eyes with a laugh, though you sneakily wrap your fingers with his. you’ll have plenty of time to repay the favor later.

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Strange Times - Dr. Steven Strange x Reader - Words: 2,225

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if Dr. Strange is a bit OOC because I'm not SUPER experienced with his character but I wanted to give him a shot! Hope you like my other fandom references 😜 Let me know if you pick up on them!

"Y/N," Hawkeye said, walking up to you. "You've got a mission." Your eyebrows raised dramatically as you lifted your gaze from the bowl of cereal you were currently consuming.

"Me?" You asked mid-chew. Clint rolled his eyes at your manners, or lack thereof, but nodded.

"You're ready," He assured you. Him, along with the other Avengers, had been training you now for the past few months. While your control over your power had greatly improved, you still weren't completely confident in yourself. "All it involves is catching a guy who'd been working in Research and Development on one of Stark's projects. He apparently decided he could get more money if he stole it and sold it to the other side so we need to catch him before the deal goes through. He should be landing in Madrid now. The deal is set for tomorrow morning. You have until then."

"Okay," You said slowly. "I guess I'll get ready then?"

"Yep!" He chirped, grinning brightly. You grumbled about the lack of prep time and stalked away trying to hide your nerves. You got dressed and left in record time. The small jet you'd been assigned for your mission had the location pre-entered, thanks again to Hawkeye, so you reviewed the file during the flight.

"Great!" You groaned, going off on a rant to yourself as you kept reading. "He's stolen an unstable prototype of a personal time travel device! How was this guy not checked out before? Matt Smith doesn't sound suspicious at all!" The computer on the jet beeped at you and you saw that you were approaching the landing site. Quickly putting the file away, you prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Once you landed you carefully made your way to the small hotel Smith was supposedly staying in for the night. Your first obstacle, of course, was persuading the clerk to let you look at the guest list. Once you did, however, you quickly snuck up to his room on the 3rd floor and went in.

"Well well well," You heard someone say once the door closed behind you. You whipped around and saw a shadowy figure in the corner. "I mustn't have made a very strong impression if the Avengers sent me fresh meat. Poor girl. You have no idea what you're up against do you?" He flicked a light on and you saw the prototype in his hand.

"You're right. I don't. But neither do you," You retorted. Concentrating on the barriers of the room, you lifted the gravity in it while keeping yourself grounded. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," You smirked. "So why don't we make this easier on the both of us and you hand it over now?"

"Well, you make a good argument. But how about no?" He smirked back. You felt a click around your wrists and were suddenly pulled back against the wall. "I have heard of you, my dear," He sneered. "So I was well prepared for any of you." As he revealed the small propulsion device he was wearing, he started gliding towards you, no longer affected by the lack of gravity in the room. "I don't really want to hurt you," he said. "I just want you to watch as everything you've ever known is destroyed!" As he continued monologuing, you noticed orange sparks appearing behind him. At first you thought he was activating the device. But moments later, the sparks turned into a circular portal and a tall man with a red cape stepped through.

"Hand over the proto-whoa!" He yelled as he was inadvertently affected by your gravity manipulation when he entered the room. His cape though seemed to react and started flapping, pushing him back towards the ground. "As I was saying," He said, clearing his throat and trying to regain his dignity. "Hand it over."

"Why should I, Strange? Of what use is it to you?"

"Doctor Strange!" You thought. "That's who he is!" You'd heard of him before but had never met or seen him. While you did wonder why he was there, you were awfully glad for the help.

"I was bored and needed some entertainment," He shrugged. "Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking that now." Strange reached out to grab the device out of the man's hand but you noticed Smith was going to try to fly away. You quickly adjusted the gravity again, keeping everyone on the ground.

"Hey!" Smith yelled. "That's not nice!" You rolled your eyes and Strange easily snatched the device from him. Smith struggled to reach for it but Strange smirked.

"Be a dear?" He said to, apparently, his cape. The cape flew off his back and curled it's one corner around the device. It then hovered up near the ceiling, out of reach.

"So that's why Stark said his costume was creepy," You thought, chuckling lightly. Strange glanced at you oddly but didn't address it.

"Could you-" He trailed off, motioning slightly around him.

"Oh! Sure!" You replied quickly, letting the gravity return to normal. Smith immediately tried to get away but Strange pulled out an odd glowy rope and whipped it around him effectively restraining him for the moment.

"Not so fast," He said to the man. Turning to you he motioned for you to come closer. He made short work of the cuffs on your wrists before transferring them to Smith' own hands. "Ok, off you go," He said, opening a portal in front of the man. He unceremoniously shoved him through and closed it behind him. "He'll be taken care of," Strange said to you, motioning for the cape to return to him. He then handed the prototype back to you.

"Thanks," You mumbled, feeling quite silly that you couldn't handle the mission on your own. "Why did you come here anyways? Did Stark or one of the others send you?"

"No, I came on my own. You see, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from all realms that may be a threat to this world. When Mr. Matt Smith there stole that device, he jumped to the top."

"Oh," You said. "Well, I suppose I'd better get back. I'll probably need to debrief and should probably train a bit more so I can handle myself better next time."

"You did fairly well for someone without much experience although you certainly need more training." You rolled your eyes at his statement. Having heard of his reputation for being snarky, however, you weren't all that fazed. "Perhaps you would like to come to the Sanctum with me? I'm quite sure we have a book that could help you." Now that surprised you. You didn't expect him to be nice at all. Maybe he's not as bad as Loki said he was.

"So, is the Sanctum a fancy library and you're the fancy librarian?" You joked. He laughed and shook his head.

"The Sanctum is much more than that and Wong is the fancy librarian!" He grinned. He opened a portal in front of you that, apparently, led to the Sanctum. Before stepping through it, though, you remembered your own transportation.

"Oh! Actually I have a jet I came in. Can we take that back? I just know I'll be read the riot act if I leave it behind," You said.

"That would be fine," He replied. "Besides, it will give us more time to get to know each other better." A light blush rose to your cheeks as you followed the Doctor out.

"Am I crazy or is he flirting with me?" You thought. "Crazy, definitely crazy." As you kept walking, your internal monologue also continued. "He is quite handsome though," you mused. "Kinda looks like that guy from the tv show BFF/N watches."

"Nice cape," You commented, trying to make conversation. The cape seemed to bristle at your comment and he smoothed it softly at his side.

"It's a cloak, not a cape. And it's the Cloak of Levitation, an ancient relic."

"Oh," You said quietly. "Sorry."

"Quite alright. It's easily confused to the untrained eye." He paused for a moment before adding, "And thank you." You smiled slightly and continued walking in silence.

"So what's your name?" He asked, once you got in the jet.

"My name-name? Or my made-up name?"

"Both," He replied, entering the Sanctum's address into the computer.

"Well, my name is Y/F/N, but I go by Andromeda Nova, or Nova for short."

"Not bad," He said, sitting down in one of the chairs. "So tell me about yourself, Nova." He'd taken off his cape before he sat and now it was hovering near him.

"Alright," You said nervously. You were slightly intimidated by the more experienced superhero who suddenly seemed to be interrogating you but you went ahead with telling him your story of how you got your powers.

"So you went to the Avengers for help?"

"Yes. I had no idea how to control it and, well, everyone that I had been friends with before were afraid of me except for BFF/N." You giggled slightly and smirked. "I guess you could say you met me at a very strange time in my life." He laughed heartily at your pun and you relaxed a bit. As you continued telling him about your training with the Avengers, you decided to take off your own cape and tossed it over a nearby chair. Eventually, however, you got tired of just hearing your own voice since he kept asking you questions rather than speak himself. "Do you mind if I put on some music while we talk?"

"Oh not at all!" He replied excitedly. You grabbed the tablet that controlled the sound system and scrolled through the library.

"Any preferences, Strange?"

"Whatever you want." You nodded and scrolled a bit more before finally hitting shuffle on one of your favorite playlists. "And, you can call me Stephen if you want." Seconds after the song started, he smirked.

"Waka Waka, Shakera, 2010." Your jaw dropped, eyebrows raising comically. "Surprised?" You nodded, speechless. "Let's try another, shall we? Computer, next song." The next song started and now it was your turn to grin. Just before he opened his mouth, you beat him to it.

"Ride, Twenty One Pilots, 2015. Computer, next song." He raised one eyebrow, impressed, before closing his eyes to concentrate on the next song.

"Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars, 2010," You said at the same time. He smiled widely and let the song continue for the moment. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you got up to look, almost doubling over in a fit of giggles.

"Should we be concerned?" You asked the doctor, who seemed just as shocked as you when he walked over to see what you were looking at. Apparently Cloak had gotten the dancing bug and decided your cape would make an excellent partner.

"I have no idea," He replied, biting back a laugh. "It's been a while since he's been with another cape, so," He trailed off, both of you laughing once again. "Wait, is yours a cape or a cloak?"

"Whatever it is, he likes it!" You exclaimed, watching the odd waltz continue. Once your laughter calmed, you noticed he was staring at you. You cleared your throat and looked at him questioningly. "That, um, that's a lovely dress. A, uh, very nice color," He said quickly, stumbling over his words.

"Uh-huh, sure," You said, sarcastically.

"Really! It is!" He cried, embarrassed that you caught him staring.

"Yeah, well, my BFF keeps saying it's the same color as Sherlock's purple shirt of-woah!" You suddenly were thrown off balance as Cloak flew over and shoved you toward Stephen, who, of course, caught you before you fell.

"I'm so sorry," He quickly said. "Apparently he needs a reminder that, while he is the Cloak of Levitation, he's not my wingman." He said the last part in almost a hiss, directed at the offending object. Cloak shrugged and, if it had eyes, you were sure it would have rolled them.

"It's quite alright," You assured him. Realizing you were still in his arms you blushed brightly. "Maybe I should-"

"The music's still playing," He interrupted.

"And?"

"May I have this dance?" He smirked.

"I suppose," You sighed. "But only because I think you'll be a better partner than capey over there." Cloak, who was still nearby, reached out to whack you for your comment. Strange quickly whipped open a portal instead in front of the fabric and you heard a yell from the other side before Cloak quickly retreated and he closed it.

"Who was that?" You asked.

"Cloak may or may not have just accidentally slapped Wong's backside." Cloak crossed what you supposed was his arms and had the audacity to look upset. You shook your head and chuckled lightly.

"I have a strange feeling we'll get along just fine," You smiled, holding your hands out to him for your dance. He smiled back and took your hands, swaying gently to the music.

"Only time will tell."

In An Unidentified Location Only One Portal Away

Matt takes a look around to make sure no one is watching him. "Well, it would seem my work here is done," He said, grinning to himself. "Toodle-oo!"

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mianmimi · 3 years

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The Ancient One’s look when Mordo says “it’s true, she does draw power from the dark dimension” is so aaaaahhhhhh!!! and before when Stephen’s about to reveal what she’s been doing right in front of Mordo… She loves Mordo so much. She didn’t want him to know. She wanted to protect him. That parent/child bond is everything and it’s a shame the MCU killed TAO so early.

I'm with you there Nonny! I'm so happy that fandom embraced the idea of TAO being a maternal figure. We need more moms in the MCU. I love moms. They're awesome. And I have a ridiculously soft spot for found families. I really think TAO had to essentially re-parent Mordo when he first came to Kamar Taj, healing the hurt he suffered from growing up under Krowler's influence.

I think she didn't tell Mordo because she knew it would drive him away, and she couldn't bear that. Not because she wanted him to selfishly stay for her sake, but because she knew he'd be all alone and lost. Definitely not a good place for someone like him to be.

Also, ages and ages ago, someone pointed out how TAO confronted Kaecillius and the zealots head on after they killed the librarian. At the time I was like....wow, she came after that poor guy died what terrible timing. But maybe there's an some sort of magical alarm that goes off when the librarian that's supposed to be protecting those books dies. I'd like to think that TAO chose to handle Kae and the zealots on her own to spare Wong and Mordo from fighting them. Especially if you look at this scenario via past Kaerdo lenses.

Give me protective Mama!TAO keeping Karl away from Kae. I need it! *Drowns in fantasies*

#ask and answer #thank you nonny #the ancient one #TAO #karl mordo #mordo #wong #headcanon

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AS FATE FAILS

Chapter 3

Raine positioned herself by the fireplace as she let her thoughts consume her once again, with no disturbances this time. They were at the headquarters for hours, talking about a lot of things, catching up, and getting to know her. They only left when Strange had enough of Stark's actions.

She hugged her legs, curled up on the sofa as she stared at the crackling fire. It was a lot to take in. She grieved all this time — every time. One would think that time will eventually lessen the pain. How wrong of them. If anything, it hurts more. She even reached the point of accepting that it was an absolute event in every timeline; that their deaths were to be forever unchangeable.

To know that, after all this time, there existed a timeline where all left the battle alive, she was beyond happy. However, Raine was no fool. She knew there must be a catch, and this caused the extreme mixed emotions she's feeling at the moment.

"Uhm, hey," Wong softly began, noticing the blank yet longing look of the woman, "Strange and I were just talking, would you like to stay here at the Sanctum? We figured out you must've nowhere to stay right now considering you've just been here for roughly 7 hours."

"Oh, thank you! I was just about to ask the same thing. I'll only stay for a few days. I already have my eye on some places."

"You don't need to. We're more than glad to have you here as long as the universe dictates!"

"Yeah, I know, Wong, but you also should've figured out that Strange and I will kill each other before we can even work out why I'm here."

Wong only smiled and shrugged in return as he led Raine to her room, making sure she's also familiar with the place along the way.

♤♤♤♤♤

She woke up as she felt her body had enough rest. Peeking through the window, the sun had set as she slept the entire time. The room wasn't big, nor was it small. It was just as she remembered from all the other universes she's been. Considering she only planned to stay for a few days, she concluded this would be enough. She stood up and left the room to see whoever was in the Sanctum at the moment.

To her relief, her room was indeed farthest to Strange's as she requested. She knew she couldn't handle meeting him in hallways. Fate knows she's had enough of that at the hospital.

Playing doctor for 3 months had taken its toll on her. A cup of coffee couldn't even bring relief to her anymore. She was on her way to get prepped for a surgery, reviewing the patient's record once more when someone rounded up the corner and joined her.

"A last-minute review? How incompetent." Dr. Strange subtly jabbed, quite hoping to get a reaction as they walked together.

"Did someone ever told you you're insufferable?" Raine casually asked, eyes still skimming on the record.

"Really? People told me otherwise." He replied in an innocent tone and tilted his head to mock her.

"Hmm," she hummed absent-mindedly, "Were they working for you?"

Strange paused and when the woman received no reply, she finally looked up to him and smirked, "Thought so."

She closed the patient's record and winked at him, walking in a fast pace to leave Strange behind.

Her reminiscing ended when a portal appeared in front of her. On the other end, she could see Wong preparing the table.

"Come, Raine! You can join us for dinner!"

She always had a soft spot for the former librarian, and finds it hard to decline when he asked delightedly. So, she stepped into the portal.

"Take a seat," Wong gestured on an empty chair. Before she could even sit, Strange entered the room. Both wasted no time and immediately scoffed at the sight of each other.

"So, I thought we could talk about your current predicament over supper," Wong began as he took a sit.

"Why did you act weirdly when we were at the Avengers HQ?" Strange directly asked. Wong only sighed at his candidness. Much to his surprise, she wasn't reviled in any way and took a spoonful of her food.

"What do you mean? I'm always weird," she replied, her unconcern obvious which made the sorcerer tick.

"You were one step away from crying the whole time," Wong nudged him as a sign to read the room, but it was for nothing as Strange was zealous to get at the bottom of this.

Raine paused, seeming to ponder how to answer the question. She continued to pick at her food as she replied, "Do you want to know why?"

"Because Stark, Rogers, Natasha, and a lot more shouldn't exist. They all die in someway because of the events of Thanos," she looked at him dead in the eye, "That's why."

Wong coughed away to break the defeaning silence. They all turned to their own plates and resumed eating. The sound of cutleries grazing the plate was the only sound that filled the room.

Strange, being the grumpy old man he is, stood up and left the room after eating; grumbling how it doesn't make sense.

"So," the former librarian again began, trying to cheer up the woman who remained in her seat, "How did you meet Stephen?"

Raine looked up at him, mouth ajar as she was about to reply. Oh, it was eventful; as all her first meet with him in every other universes. She was more than euphoric to tell the story, but no words came out of her mouth.

Ah, yes. Nothing can beat the pleasure of leaning back on a countertop at the nurse station, surrounded by nurses and doctors (compliments), coffee on hand, legs crossed while humming in victory after an 18-hour long surgery. Was it tiring? Yes. Was it worth it? Oh, very much. To see the raging face of one Dr. Stephen Strange is more than worth it.

Why was she playing doctor? Beats her. All she knows is that she'll just wait 'til some big, terrifying, possibly world-ending threat appears. Conveniently, all the Avengers she encounters in different universes are either medical professionals, science-technology experts, or assassins — all she excels at. Hence, fitting in was never an issue.

That brings us back to a certain doctor stomping his way to the crowd with a woman in tow. Seeing the displeasure evident on the man's face, the crowd dispersed in a blink of an eye — though of course, still within proximity to hear the oncoming argument of the two brilliant doctors.

"Why did you operate on her?"

"Greetings, Doctor...?" She greeted, feigning ignorance to the well-known doctor standing in front of her.

"You know who I am. Now—"

"I've only been here for a month and I've heard two names here and there," she cut him off and smiled annoyingly as she lifted her index finger, "One is that there's an incredibly brilliant doctor, yet stubborn, arrogant, and condescending... amongst other things."

Raising a second finger, she continued, "Two is that there's an incredibly brilliant doctor, friendly, great personality, and just amazing."

She leaned forward on the nurse station's countertop, "Now, you see, the latter is I."

She paused and acted as if the realization hits her. With a mocking smile, she offered a hand, "Greetings, Dr. Strange."

The ill-natured doctor made no attempt to receive the greeting and continued to stare at her with hatred.

Raine clicked her tongue and maintained a smile as she withdrew her hand, "Well, that's understandable," she began, referring to the lack of greeting from the man, "We're doctors. We studied microbiology. I also do think handshakes are overrated."

"Why did you?" Dr. Strange, having enough of her, repeated in an authoritative voice.

"The question is why didn't you? Did the extracranial cystic lesion scared you?"

"I can't remember," she smiled weakly to Wong, finishing her food and placing it at the sink.

"I've been in too many different universes, Wong. I can't possibly remember how I met each one."

Oh, but she clearly remembers; each meeting she had with them. Because no matter how they are all the same people, no matter how many universes there are, they were all special — each one of them was special.

Especially him.

#asfatefailsseries #asfatefails #multiverse #marvel #drstrange #drstrangexoc #rainenovachrono #angst #post endgame #dr strange #doctor strange #dr stephen strange

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aelaer · 3 years

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iron man 1 and ant-man!

iron man 1 - what made you first get into fanfiction?

Into reading: Honestly can’t remember. It was the early summer of 2003, though. I probably heard of its existence on Neopets, which was my game/social platform at the time. It was one of the best communities and platforms out there for both kids and adults who liked those pet games from like 2000 to 2004/5 xD It has sunk so far RIP.

Into writing: I saw Pirates of the Caribbean also in the summer of 2003 and thought “wow, I love this film so much and I love these characters so much, I am going to write them in my favorite world of Middle-earth” and posted the first chapter on Sept 1 of that year. And fuck, that fic is still the longest of all my fics which I really would like to change one of these days. But I’ve come nowhere near reaching 200k again xD I’m just glad I finished that sucker (after like, 20 edits over the years).

ant-man - send a few headcanons of your favorite characters!

Stephen:

Stephen selects the color blue for his custom robes because the blue reminds him of blue scrubs and the reason he went to Kamar-Taj in the first place.

Stephen was incredibly offended that it took the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame over a decade to finally put Rush into their lineup. Absolute travesty. (That one is in honor of my dad, the Rush fan.)

Stephen likes Tolkien (obligatory authorial interest insert)

Stephen had a dog growing up, but has a general affinity for all animals. He wanted to be a vet before human medicine grabbed his interest. But because he grew up on a farm, he has no issue eating meat, especially if the animal was raised for human consumption (i.e. animals bred for it, as opposed to wild venison). That said, he did have a stint of vegetarianism in college before giving up.

Stephen's knowledge in neuroscience makes him especially talented with mind-based magics, such as memory alterations and removal, mind-reading, and delving into memories. He avoids using these as much as he can, however, and only uses them as a last resort.

To earn a stipend while training and learning magic in Kamar-Taj, Stephen helped repair and bind books with magic stitching in the library under Wong's tutelage. This helped him regain some of the motor skills needed to make the gestures necessary for his spellwork, and served as much-needed PT as well.

Wong:

Wong is a big, big fan of trash TV.

Wong is his last name. He isn’t fond of his first name, and so doesn’t give it or use it.

Along with being the librarian, Wong is also the primary accountant and bookkeeper of Kamar-Taj and all of its expenses, and is basically the keeper of the keys to all things finance within their society. Some apprentices do some more menial tasks, but he’s the head honcho there, possibly making him the most powerful person in the Order of the Mystic Arts in terms of hierarchy with exception to the Sorcerer Supreme. And since the MCU is lacking one of those, that sort of makes him the de-facto deciding vote on any issues within the society, even if it’s not really stated by others.

Wong didn’t actually do a ton of field work compared to other sorcerers; he was busy with administrative tasks, even before he took over the role of librarian along with all the other things he does (and he took it because he figured he could just work in the library with little change in the amount of work he had to do, and had a much better ability to defend it). He went out on occasion to keep himself up to snuff. He took on more field work once Stephen became Master of the New York Sanctum as Stephen had lost his other mentors and the fledgling sorcerer really needed an eye. I like to consider he led a group effort in that first year.

Tony:

Tony’s favorite chain burger is In-n-Out. That bag in Iron Man 1 was an In-n-Out bag, not a Burger King bag. *This is the real canon*.

Despite copious amounts of drinking and partying throughout his life, Tony never developed a physical addiction for alcohol. While the mental addiction had the possibility of latching on, he ended up pouring a lot of his trauma and troubled times into instead throwing himself into his work to (also) unhealthy levels, but this did help him keep his obsessive tendencies on his work as opposed to drinking all his troubles away. Happy, Rhodey, and later Pepper were integral in helping keeping him as a social drinker rather than an alcoholic.

Tony is equally talented as a mechanical engineer, software engineer, and electrical engineer, but his favorite by far is mechanical engineering. It’s one reason he loves cars so much, and he enjoys tinkering with them.

#ask #answered #headcanons #stephen strange #wong #tony stark #mcu #vadeofspades

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 3 years

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So...Silver Fox Strangebatch won’t let go of my imagination (surprising, right? ;-) ), and even though I don’t have a title quite yet, I’ve been working on Chapter Two. And because I have no patience, I couldn’t wait to share a tidbit...

(This also gives me the handy excuse of posting the photo again. The one that makes my knees go weak and sets my creativity into overdrive.💖)

(Imagine if you will, best friend Wong and cheeky daughter Selena in a quiet conspiracy to surprise Stephen--with some entirely unexpected news.)

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At eight am, as per Wong’s instruction, Selena had gotten a breakfast tray for her father, and then met the librarian outside her father’s rooms. As much as she had worked to calm herself, her eyes shone bright with expectation, the cheekbones which she had inherited from Stephen, flushed with hectic color. Wong kept his voice calm and even–not difficult, from nearly a lifetime of maintaining detached equilibrium–and reminded her, “All will be well, Selena. Behave as you normally would. And soon enough, once we have prepared him, your father will take great joy in your news.”

“Of course…of course,” she answered breathlessly, suddenly seeming much younger than her years. Reminding him of the girl she’d been when Stephen had finally relented and allowed her to start spending weekends at Kamar-Taj to begin her studies in the Mystic Arts–while insisting she complete her regular schooling on weekdays, back in her middle school in New York.

Wong stepped back as Selena knocked on his door. “Come in,” came the voice of the Sorcerer Supreme. Both of his visitors knew that Stephen had likely been up a couple of hours, as was his well established routine. He’d have meditated upon arising, and then addressed any messages, correspondence, or updates left in his absence. All before attending to his own most basic needs–thus Selena’s offering of breakfast.

She put on her sunniest smile as she opened the door, leaving it ajar behind her. “Hey, Dad–I brought you a surprise.”

“Good morning, honey.” There was a pause as Stephen took in the unusual sight. “What’s this?” Wong could already hear traces of skepticism in his reaction. “Are you trying to butter me up or something, Selena? Because the answer is still ‘no’ when it comes to going off world just yet. You’re nowhere near ready for that–and if I allowed it, it would smack of nepotism. Favoritism. And any other ‘ism’ you can think of…”

“Jeez, Dad,” Selena scoffed, convincingly, “Can’t a girl just grab some breakfast with her…perpetually…busy father?”

“Right. Okay.” Stephen sighed, rather wearily–meaning he wasn’t completely persuaded, but his ‘dad-sense’ (as Selena had come to refer to it) had declined a notch or two. “Okay, honey. Let’s catch up.”

Wong heard the shuffling of feet, so that he guessed the pair had moved to the little nook where Stephen often took his meals when he was doing double duty; studying some ancient tome, diagraming new spells, planning a mission, or on the very rare occasion, reading for pleasure. From his position just outside the doorway, Wong saw a second chair float in that direction, so he knew that Selena would soon be seated with her father.

He waited several minutes before interrupting, reasoning that Stephen needed to eat, and also giving them a chance to actually catch up with one another. Wong turned his focus inward, not wishing to play the role of an eavesdropper. When he caught the relaxed notes of Selena’s laughter, he judged the time was right.

He popped his head just past the doorjamb and knocked lightly. “Good morning, Stephen. I was hoping we might have a word.”

Stephen grinned and waved him in. “Come on in, Wong. The more the merrier.” As the Master Librarian had hoped, his friend looked just as relaxed as Selena had sounded. “What can I do for you this morning? Selena has softened me up for you, which means I’m more apt to give in to one of your more esoteric requests.” He winked at his daughter, then looked back to Wong, who had come to stand before the little table, hands tucked behind his back.

“We had a visitor arrive at the main gate two nights ago,” Wong informed him, “Seeking shelter...and asking after you.” ...

#my writing #Silver Fox Strangebatch #Stephen Strange #DaddyStrange #Selena Strange #OFC #Wong #humor #(humor for now so just go with it)#Doctor Strange #Sorcerer Supreme #Strangebatch #LOML #My Eternal Muse

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thorne93 · 4 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 22)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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A week flew by and Stephen had read all of his materials. When he wasn’t reading one, you were reading it. You decided to go with him to the library to see if they would let you read some things.

“Mr. Strange and Ms. Y/L/N,” a man greeted politely.

“Uh… Stephen, please. And you are?”

“Wong,” he answered evenly.

“Wong. Just Wong? Like… Adele?” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh a tiny bit, trying to hide it. “Or… Aristotle. Drake. Bono. Eminem,” he continued to prattle off one named artists.

Wong took the books and examined them. “The Book of the Invisible Sun, Astronomia Nova, Codex Imperium, Key of Solomon. You finished all of this?” he asked, a bit incredulous.

“Yup,” he answered, knowing how it looked.

“Come with me.”

Stephen and you traded a look of intrigue before he said, “Alright.”

The two of you followed him into a room that sat down a few steps and every book was chained in a special book shelving unit.

“This section is for Masters only. But at my discretion, others may use it. We should start with Maxim’s Primer. How is your Sanskrit?” he asked as he walked around, gathering books.

“I’m fluent in Google Translate,” Stephen Responded and you shot him a look as if you were scolding him. He just shot you a smile.

Stephen found some books that seemed to be glowing and looked a bit more prestigious than the other books. When he asked about them, he was told they were the Ancient Ones private collection. Naturally, both you and Stephen assumed they were off limits and mentioned this to Wong. Wong said no knowledge is forbidden, only some practice. The only thing was the knowledge in those books were too powerful for anyone but the sorceress supreme to handle. Stephen pulled the book down and began reading. You glanced over his shoulder.

“That’s the book of Cagliostro. The study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former Master. A zealot called Kaecilius. Just after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head. I’m now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I’d know it. And you’d be dead before you ever left the compound.”

You balked in response as Wong took the book back and refastened it in its chain holder. This Kaecilius seemed like a very bad character.

“What if it’s just overdue? You know? Any… late fees I should know about? Maiming, perhaps?”

You couldn’t help but snicker, trying to hide it, trying not to seem disrespectful

But Wong didn’t even make a face.

Stephen clearly thought the joke was funny and now felt uncomfortable from Wong’s hard gaze. “Uhm…Uh, you know, people used to think that I was funny.”

“Did they work for you?” Wong fired back and all laughing stopped. You made a face of surprise before laughing a lot louder now.

“Alright. Well, it’s been lovely talking to you, thank you for the books and for the horrifying story and for the threat upon my life.”Stephen and you gathered his books and began walking across the courtyard.

You were still laughing quietly.

“Shut up. You laughed too.”

“Yes, but you have to admit, he did catch you there.”

“I still think I’m funny.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing and teasing him further.

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You stood in the courtyard, watching Stephen train with about twenty five or thirty other people. They were teaching him hand motions, how to move his body, how to clear his mind, and when it came time for him to cast magic, he was the only one in the group who couldn’t do it.

You felt sorry for him, but you also had a sense that he wasn’t giving his all to this. He was reading the literature, and he was attending all of the training, but he wasn’t connecting the two. He needed to connect with his soul, and he made it clear that he didn’t believe in that.

Later that night, when you two got done eating, Stephen started to head towards your bedroom but you began heading toward the courtyard.

“Where are you going?” he wondered.

You gestured with your head. “Come with me.” You swung by Master Mordo’s quarters and asked him to join you in the courtyard.

It was late at night, the moon hung high in the sky. It lit up the whole courtyard, as did flaming torches.

“Master Mordo, would you care to remind Stephen how to open up a portal?”

“Of course.” He walked over to the box of sling rings, opened them up, and gave one to Stephen. “Focus, visualize. Let yourself see the destination. See beyond what is right in front of you.”

Stephen nodded. “Got it, visualize it.” He held his left hand up, and spun his right hand. Only sparks appeared. He was already frustrated.

“Here,” you offered, holding out your hand. “May I try?” you asked both Mordo and Stephen at the same time.

Stephen gave you his ring and Mordo nodded. You slipped it on and thought of Charles’s kitchen. You focused, allowing yourself to really visualize being there, seeing the kitchen, smelling the smells… You held your left arm up, and began to use your right hand to spin in the air.

Sparks at first, and then, suddenly the sparks took shape, and made a circle, going bigger and bigger until you could see the entire kitchen. You couldn't believe you actually did it, so easily. You thought on your first try you’d fail, but you wanted to give it a go, to see if maybe you could unlock something to help Stephen with. But you never dreamed you get this close this fast. You were actually practicing sorcery, right this second and your mind couldn’t comprehend it, but you felt alive with promise and hope.

You were giddy with excitement both from the success of the spell and seeing a familiar sight, being this close to Charles.

“Very good, Y/N,” Mordo complimented. “How did you learn that so fast?”

“I’ve just been reading with Stephen. I applied what you said and what I’ve read.”

“How--How do you do that?” Stephen asked, stunned. “I’ve been trying for weeks and I can’t get anything and you try it one time for ten seconds and you can jump through portals?”

“I suppose the Ancient One was right about you.” He eyed you up and down. “I trust you to keep training him for this evening, hmm?”

You nodded. “Yes, Master Mordo.”

With that, he left, and you returned Stephen’s ring. “Here you go.”

“Teach me what you just did,” he ordered.

“I will, if you promise to open your mind.”

“I will. I am. Let’s just do this.”

You raised your brow, clearly not satisfied. “I’m serious, Stephen. If you don’t actually commit to this, believe in it, you won’t learn.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he barked at you and you gave him a stern look. He apologized. “I’m sorry. I know. Let’s try.”

And so you did, but he didn’t get much better. He still struggled, he still got frustrated. But you kept at it, night after night. You continued to bring him out into the moonlit courtyard and try to teach him in various ways to master the spells and magic he’d been taught. Sometimes it was from books you two had read, sometimes he had to really what the Ancient One had taught him.

But, despite your best efforts, his skill wasn’t improving. You felt like you were failing him and that caused a bout of guilt to build in you.

One night in your bedroom, you decided to take a break from practicing and get back to the literature.

“So, there you have it. What is a focal point?” you quizzed.

“A spot you focus intensely on. Come on, Y/N, really? We aren’t in undergrad getting quizzed for a final.”

“No, but clearly whatever I’m doing out there isn’t helping. Maybe if we just revisit the literature we’ll see something we missed.”

“We didn’t miss anything. I just can’t do this. My hands won’t work.”

“Stephen, it’s not about your hands--” you tried, exasperated.

“How is this not about my goddamn hands?” he questioned angrily and you sighed, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“Alright. Okay, how about we take a break. Maybe this is too much, too fast. I’ve been like a drill sergeant and obviously that isn’t working.” You shut the book and put it on the desk behind you. “I’m sorry. I’m failing you.”

You hung your head in despair, wishing you could help, wishing you could do more.

“Hey,” Stephen said, putting his fingers under your chin. “You aren’t failing me. I’m failing you. You’re doing a lot here. I just can’t seem to get the hang of it, but that’s not your fault, it’s mine. Maybe if I wasn’t so stubborn.”

“Yeah, but then we’d have to wait for Hell to freeze over and we don’t have that kind of time.”

“Ooh, okay,” he responded with a bit of a chuckle. “Smartassed today, I see.”

“Just today? You’re slow on the game there, Sherlock.” You winked at him.

In an instant, the air changed.

For the first time since you met, the atmosphere wasn’t anything but tense, riddled with a desperate desire to break through the barrier of air that divided you and Stephen. Time stood still. All melted away. All you could see, smell, think about -- was the man in front of you.

He must’ve felt it too because his hand slowly moved from your chin to your hair, his other hand following suit. His eyes searched yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Permission perhaps, or perhaps he was trying to decide if he wanted to take this plunge. If he stepped over this line, he could never go back. He knew that this would almost surely bind you two. You would go from every other role you had held to -- his. All his. He was your soulmate, and you were his. This kiss would solidify everything he knew and everything he feared.

With your eyes searching his, you slowly raised your hands to wrap around his wrists. In a silent plea, you granted permission and he must’ve sensed the feeling in you because he didn’t waste another second.

His mouth crashed on yours and it felt as if it sent 1000 volts inside of you. His kiss spread out like the best medicine from your mouth to your toes. You saw stars behind your eyes and never imagined kissing him would feel this damned good. You never knew you needed this, but it was clear the instant it happened, that you in fact did.

He tasted almost warm, like spices used in baking. Clove, nutmeg, pepper.

Hunger seemed to ravage you both as you pressed more and more on each other.

All too soon, you pulled apart and he rested his forehead on yours briefly before kissing it, then rested his forehead against yours once more. Both of you were panting, smiling messes.

“I didn’t… expect that,” he admitted.

“The kiss?” you questioned.

“How...good and right it felt,” he clarified.

You pulled back, peering up at him with wondrous eyes before he pulled your face to him again, repeating the same amazing action.

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mingi-bubu · 4 years

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Watch Zhoumi’s “Starry Night” MVs With Me!

In honor of my beloved Zhoumi putting another song out in 2020 an impromptu salon will begin following dinner. Er, I mean, I will be analyzing both versions of the MVs, starting with the Chinese version bc we all know it’s the better version

There will be, as was with “When We Were Us”, several cycles of watching with each cycle labeled accordionly. I will say for the Korean version, there is a moment of flashing lights towards the end while Zhoumi sings; I don’t think its enough to adversely affect anyone however since all flashing lights do is give me a slight headache, I am not a trusted source. You know yourselves. It happens around 3:12 but only lasts for a second or two. The audio cue is when Zhoumi starts doing the high note vocalizations.

Anyways, before we begin make sure to stream “Starry Night” whenever and wherever you can so we can show SM that we do want Zhoumi to be more active and that we do want him as a performer and an idol!!!

ok, as my favorite NCT Canadian Mark Lee would say, lezgeddit

Starry Night Chinese Ver.

Cycle I: Watching It as Is

ugh the guitar in the beginning im screamign

i cant help but think about wong kar-wai’s fallen angels whenever i see a camcorder hooked up to an older tv aklfjasl;dkj

zhoumi looks fresh to death and honestly its what he deserves

wookie looks like a librarian

RINGS

RINGS ARE BEING TAKEN OFF OH MY GOD

wookie’s hair when its tousled all curly like and everything i like it

the split screen is interesting and i deffo must cover it later

THE DUETING OH MY GOD

their voice are so good together

WOOKIE WITH THE HIGH NOTES

i love zhoumi’s lower notes

MY SHHINIG STARMY SHINIGNG STAR

ZHOUMI WITH THE MOTHER FUCKIGN HIGH NOTES IM IN LOVE WITH ONE (1) MAN ONYLY

STARRY NIGHT

MY LOVE

off topic but the zhands (zhoumi hands) i uhhh...am looking (respectfully?)

Cycle II: Music Focus

again ok i llvoe the guitar

i think that it compliments zhoumi very well

i also love how subtlely the beat starts in

piano too??? a true shining star this song is

i like the drums kicking in fully when we switch to wookie for the first time

I like how the guitar imitates the piano progression that has been occurring

the cymbals is very interesting

UGH THE BEAT CHANGE FOR PRECHOURUS

i like the higher piano notes playing bc it makes me think of well..starry nights lkdjakjs

ohhhh the strings when they sing together fuck me UP

WHEN THE BEAT CUTS OUT AND THEN COMES BACK IN WITH UGH

I LVOE IT HERE

the strings are so nice in this part

when theyre singing together their voices kind of overpower the softer instruments in the background which isnt bad bc obviously this is meant to showcase their voices but i think its funny that we can still hear the same like,,,4 notes from the piano during it alkdjf;alskj

i like how the strings are also doing the piano progression with the piano

i keep saying it i know but i truly love the strings in this section

OH NOT AT THE WAY THAT EVERYTHING BUT THE GUITAR CUT OUT AT THE END O O F

Cycle III: Visuals Focus - Zhoumi

damn a man said i will stunt in this blue suit and he DID

uhm alksdfja;lskd ok no actually lets be serious jae lets be seriuos

ok ok the pohone booth in the empty parking garage connected to nothing

we love to see it

so he’s using his left hand at first when he picks up the phone which highlights the silver band he has on

the camera pans down to it to make sure we know

lil mole by his ear i *gently smooch*

his shoes are shinieee

wehen wookie starts singing zhoumi is like reacting to whomever is on the other line

the ring is off

and he was beautifully backlit if i do say so myself (which i do)

oooh setting it down on the payphone

marriage is over i suppose *spanish monkey meme*

ooh he walked away fromt he payphone in dark light to be spotlighted when he comes to the micropohhne

zhands (zhoumi hands)

i am looking

anyways

his eyes are so beautiful i hate it here you guys

why am i not able to give him a hug and thank him for all he does

anyways theres not much visually happening with him after he gets to the microphone

like they pan out and we see full body but otherwise the camera stays pretty tight to like upper torso and head area

god hes so beautiful

i say kyuhyun is my ult but like whenever i see zhoumi im like kyuhyun whomst???

which i am valid for thanks

the contrast between him and wookie throughout the video is really emphasized in their sets and their clothing

like idk why they did it but zhoumi on the whole has a darker palette than wookie with simple things like his suit but also with how they did the lighting

also some of the lighting is purple and i know this bc zhoumi’s hair is reflecting purple and blue and blue only happens with naturally black hair but purple reflecting isnt natural so it must be part of the lighting rig

zhoumi’s up close shots have a slight dreaminess about them and i think it has to do with how they blur the edges of the lights

and just one last time before we move on to wookie

the zhands

(zhoumi hands)

Cycle IV: Visuals Focus - Ryeowook

wookie starts out with visuals from an old camcorder

mans looks nervous and uncomfy as fuck

a mood

awww nose mole

i gently boop

i keep thinking about takeshi kaneshiro whenever i see the camcorder adlkfjas;dl

wookie’s whole outfit rests in neutrals like wow the soft beige pink color

lil cheekbone mole i gently smootch

i swear to god that theyre using purple lights in this

or maybe they enhanced it in post

but like theres definitely purple overtones

wookie is in an abandoned warehouse??

it seems like its supposed to be part of the place where zhoumi is but its not

its just blue also

the ryeowrists

anywya

hes in a lil chair with a rug im lowkey cackling about it

they cut from a pan in on his face to us being the camcorder which is jarring the first time to see akdsl;fjlaksd

when they duet, something about his face changes

it gets like harder??? like he looks mad but still hits them mf notes like the angel he is

its kinda funny to watch him sing with a standing mic bc he cant stop moving his hands

like they just keep going

i like how they keep switcting different angles when he sings “my love, my love” i just like how its on beat

his outfit i have already said is resting in neutrals but even his shoes are, in a sense, softer than zhoumi’s

like theyre boots, chelsea style i imagine, but bc of that, theres no uneven edges showing from the side whereas with mimi’s there are

this hairstyle on him is really good

@ suju stylists: take note of zhoumi’s vision

there is probably some sort of metaphor or something with the differences in how wookie’s set is solid walls vs zhoumi’s being glass but i dont know what it could be??

wookie’s narration being more hard hearted or building stronger walls while zhoumi’s narration is that he is transparent about how he feels or his heart is more tender and able to shatter???

i just noticed the tv has handles on the sides which

im on the floor

maybe the contrast in set and costume between the two is also a contrast between themselves??? like zhoumi’s outfit is much “harsher” than wookies we know but also like his shoes look more durable (for lack of better words) which does contrast with the glass surrounding him

and wookie’s with the solid walls but more delicate (again flbw) shoes

hmmmmm

if anyone has any thoughts about this hmu

Starry Night Korean Ver

Cycle I: Watching It as Is

ok so this time around the boys are in a house

i was told that apparently zhoumi’s chinese friends were like “....bro....were you and ryeowook...breaking up??”

iconic honestly

anwyas

i always feel like i need to say im a native english speaker with how bad my spelling and grammar get in these posts

ok ok ok

lowkey lowkey bro

that kitchen is fucking nice

zhoumi said its time to wear an expensive bracelet and drink brandy

ugh ritch bitch hours

also wookie is starting out instead

highkey these outfits feel like a step down from the aesthetics of the chinese version

is it bc i dont want to see zhoumi in a polo and belt-less slacks??

perhaps

god i really hate zhoumi’s outfit

sm said fuck you i guess

wookie’s outfit is alright i guess

i dont think his shirt needs to be tucked in honesetly but w/e

once again wookie is in light and zhoumi is in dark for most of the video

ugh they do the cuts to the beat again for wookie we LOVE to see it

also the very obvious seat spot that zhoumi’s bed has

kills me

perhaps zhoumi’s chinese friends has a point about this mv tho alksdjfa;lsdk

do i need to do a cycle for the korean song??? its the same but in korean?? wookie sings first this time?? i will argue that theres something missing in comparison to the chinese version but do i know what it is??? nope.

Cycle II: Visuals Focus - Zhoumi

kitchen kitchen kitchen

that kitchen is pretty sparse tbh

must he hold the glass in that location

and must the camera zoom

zhands and zhists

(zhoumi hands and zhoumi wrists)

zhoumi’s ‘bedroom’ is depressing as fuck to look at

i mean granted its a set ofc but jesus include like a knickknack or something to personalize it

i get why they arent its part of the vibes of the mv

but god i would leave too if my s.o’s room was that depressing to look at

im being dramatic ignore me

oh my god

oh my god i have the same bedframe but in in dark brown

aldkjf;alskdjf;laksjdflka

iCONIC

the zheins

(zhoumi veins)

jesus just the entire house is lowkey depressing as fuck to look at

again part of the aesthetic behind the song i know

theres??? no stove???? under the fan???? in the kitchen?????

i dont understand

oh my b he has one (1) picture in the bedroom

ugh a king whom still uses earbuds i love to be validated this way

i think theyre using a red or pink??? light just basedMAYBE ITS ORANGE

anyways one of those just based on how zhoumi looks in the close ups of him when he haas the microphone

literally its the same fucking bedframe i feel god in this chili’s tonight

me *handshake emoji* sm set designers

having taste

his hair in this is more yesungie...like...its more in his eyes than the chinese version

tell me why i saw the curtains and immediately thought celine dion

i like the bracelet on him tho

god his profile his 3/4 view his straight on

zhoumi has it all honestly

ugh

i think theres purple used as well esp when wookie is doing the high note vocalizations and hes going “you’re my shining my shining”

zhoumi is wearing this ugly outfit but cannot hide the fact he is have a good body as we’ve seen in his quarantine hoeing out on instagram pictures

ok but how funny would it be if the decanter just held appley juice

like zhoumi’s narrator doesnt drink he just has different colored juices in these nice looking decanters to make guests think hes fancy

i love it i headcanon that

and one last time before we move on

the zhands, the zhists, the zharms, the zhody

it is thirst over zhoumi hour and you cannot stop me

Cycle III: Visuals Focus - Ryeowook

our favorite giraffe lover starts out singing with a standing mic in the kitchen on the opposite side of the island

so this highkey would be so funny if both parts of the narration were taking place at the same time aldkfjas;ldkj

ooh i like him being partially sillouhetted

open a book to find a tinie envelope

perfect size for his tinie handies

and he has a number pulled up debating on if he should call it or not

i cant be the only one whos like wookie is caking a bit

but also that him gaining a little bit of weight enought that his cheeks are rounded out is kinda hot for him???

he looks out the curtained window

oooh now its the bedroom with him on the opposite side of the bed as mimi

mans still refuses to stay still when hes infront of a mic stand

i appreciate that about him

i will say that warmer tones really do compliment him well

like even though im not a particular fan of this shade of orange, he wears it well

god seriously if looked at thru the lens of it being a break up but both narrations are happening at the same time, its funny as fuck

velma

he looks like a male velma from scooby doo with baekyun hair

i like to think that the tinie letter either has “read this line, now this one, here’s one more line. ok end.” OR is completely blank

both possibilities are funny to me

i wonder who the books are supposed to belong to in this

im gonna say wookie bc of the letter thing in the book

still dont think his shirt should be tucked in all the way around

french tuck you cowards @ sm entertainment

i know at least ONE person in costumes knows what a french tuck is

on the whole, wookie’s has much more dreamy effects from how the lighting puts a softness on everything to the fact that he has a book and then stands in front of heavily lit sheer curtains

him being in these oranges does make him stand out more whereas zhoumi’s makes him blend in with the surroundings

theres probably some sort of analysis i could make from that but honestly i dont necessarily have anything??

they used a blue or purple light with wookie

another reason i will add that his side is dreamier is that they have a tendency to unfocus on him

like his closeups are not as crisp as zhoumi’s

even the backgrounds are unfocused compared to zhoumi

at least in the kitchen

we’ll wait until wookie reaches the bedroom before i can speak to it’s focusedness

i would argue that wookie’s bed shots are more unfocused in the background than zhoumi’s for a longer time

wookies lighting is more unnatural in comparison to zhoumi’s lighting on the whole throughout the mv

it sticks to a cooler color palette whereas mimi’s is warmer

again for the most part

anyways

thats the end of my observations??

i hope you had fun reading and slide into my askbox or dms or w/e if you have thoughts you want to discuss ^-^

thank you for reading!!! go stream starry night !!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333

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For A Reason

Stephen Strange x Platonic!Reader

Request: “Can you do one where the reader lost her dad @ 14, she's now 17, she's been living alone.She was closest with her dad because her mom left them. Stephen Strange runs into her and she peaks his interest, he convinces her to let him take her in. She starts to get attached to him and sees him as a father figure.She then forces herself to turn cold, she doesn't want to loose him like her dad.He notices and confronts her about it. She starts crying and explaining and he comforts her. Lots of fluff😊”

Word Count: 2,037

Genre: Fluff | Platonic

Warnings: Crying, Death, Guns, Sad past

A/N: This one took a while because I had work and a few other things I had to do, but here it is! I love Stephen Strange and honestly I could write about him all the time. I’m so excited for Doctor Strange 2 and it won’t even come out until like next year lol I’m a mess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday so I may or may not post. Enjoy!

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Living alone in New York at seventeen years old wasn’t an easy feat. Lucky for you, you’ve been doing that since you were only fourteen. It was difficult at times considering it was only you, a literal child, squatting in and out of abandoned buildings. However, being a child on the run made you very street smart. You could pick-pocket like nobody’s business and you were surprisingly good at holding your own against people who tried to threaten you. You also learned how to get an all new identity, which was essential for where you’re at now. In reality, you’re seventeen. On paper, you’re nineteen. Your age didn’t really matter, but it threw people off on who you really were. You needed that for… personal reasons. So funny enough, you weren’t known as (Y/N) (L/N) to your landlord or anyone else you meet. Your name now is Serenity Andrews. You definitely prefer your real name, but a fake name was needed.

All your sneaking around is a way for you to make money on the outside of your job, which is a librarian. Your real job is actually where you learned everything you know since you dropped out of school after everything in your life went to shit. Since you helped people rent books, no one batted an eye when you would read books that could only be classified as textbooks. You were actually pretty smart even though you were technically a dropout. Not on paper though. Your “secret identity” graduated from a school in Nevada. Anyways, you don’t go to work for another hour, so you decided to go to Times Square and make some extra money. Unknown to you, there’s a man who can see everything you’re doing.

He observes you as you effortlessly pickpocket people, and needless to say he finds you intriguing. You don’t see him watching you, or even following you to your place of work. You go inside the library, saying hi to the other workers before getting behind the librarian desk and grabbing a random educational book. You quickly become lost in it, and don’t even notice someone coming up to the counter. “Excuse me, miss,” you hear a deep voice say, and it startles you. You look up to see a thirty-six-year-old man holding a book, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, immediately closing your book and grabbing his. You go to scan the barcode but realize there isn’t one. “Are you looking to donate a book to the library today?”

“No.” You look at him with an eyebrow raised. “This isn’t a book that belongs to this library.”

“I know. I think you could learn something from reading it.”

You scoff, opening the book to see it talking about something… different. Something, dare you say, magical. “You a con artist?” You close the book, pushing it across the counter and back to him. “No, but you are, ‘Serenity Andrews.’ I saw what you were doing in Times Square today.” Shit.

“Ah-hah… yeah, well I have no response to that other than please don’t tell the police… please?”

“I won’t tell the police because I see promise in you.” He pushes the book back towards you. “You see promise in me? What does that even mean?”

“Well, (Y/N), I think you’d excel in the mystic arts. I see potential in you.”

“How did you know my real name?”

“I know a lot. If I’ve peaked your interest like you’ve peaked mine, come to the address.” You tilt your head a bit when the book suddenly opens. You jump and look down at it in surprise, but when you look back up, the man isn’t there anymore. “Address? What address is he even talking about?” you mumble to yourself, closing the book and putting it in your bag. When you shove it in, a piece of paper falls out of it and onto the floor. You pick it up. Scrawled on it is an address. “177A Bleecker Street…” you mumble to yourself before shoving the paper in your pocket.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself standing outside of 177A Bleecker Street at six in the afternoon on a Tuesday night. “I’m being ridiculous,” you say to yourself, raising your hand to knock. Before your hand even makes contact with the wood, you’re transported to a new area. You stumble, nearly falling into the very expensive looking objects surrounding you. “Shit!”

“Ah, yes. That’s usually how most people feel after I transport them,” you hear a familiar voice. You look up and see none other than the man who visited you at the library today. Except this time, he was wearing a cape. “Is that a cape? Who the hell are you and what is this place?”

“No, it’s a cloak. I, am Doctor Stephen Strange and you are inside the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“The Sandman Scrotum? What two words did you just make up?”

“You sound a lot like Tony Stark,” he says, semi glaring at you. “You know Tony Stark?” Your jaw is basically on the floor considering this man knows Iron Man and you steal for a living. “Yes. Sadly. This isn’t a Sandman Scrotum. If you wanted to see a Sandman Scrotum I would have taken you to Spider-Man, he and Sandman have a great relationship. This,” he says, motioning around him with his hands, “is the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure what that means.”

“This is where I’m going to teach you everything I know. And we begin now.”

From that moment on you were bombarded nonstop with books, spells, and training. Your life on the outside world basically just vanished, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had a home. You knew about every nook and cranny in the Sanctum, and often time Stephen would find you in an isolated corner, studying up on something. You were unbearable to him at first, constantly making quips and smartass comments, but he grew to appreciate them. He would just respond with his own headassery, and you two would go back and forth for hours. Wong hated it, but he also loved it because of how amusing it was. He once made the comment that you two acted like a daughter and a father because you two were basically glued at the hip. You two had formed a very close bond, and you definitely did look up to him as a father figure. But that scared you.

After about six months, you started becoming distant. You would barely speak to him only talking if you had a question on something. When he would fire a comment at you, you would just shrug it off and act like he never said anything. You would eat your dinner anywhere else than where he was. It was odd. You were acting strange. Eventually, he had enough. He wanted his not really a daughter but kind of a daughter because even though you aren’t his own flesh and blood you act exactly like him and it’s a bit uncanny but pretty awesome because finally someone who can put up with him back. So, while you were curled up in a corner, reading a book as you usually did, you suddenly felt the all too familiar feeling of being teleported. You glance up from your book to see Doctor Strange looking back at you. “Any reason you’re disrupting my reading?”

“You’ve been acting different lately.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, come on (Y/N). Don’t act like I haven’t noticed. You’ve been avoiding me! And it’s not like that time you avoided me because I wouldn’t let you eat a pint of ice cream for dinner which, by the way, is still a stupid idea. Do you have any idea how disgusting you would feel afterwards? I don’t want to get into it right now, back to the situation at hand,” he shakes his head, leaning forward to talk to you better, “It’s been actual avoiding me. You go out of your way to not see me. I noticed. And I want to know why.” You just stare at him, not saying anything. It feels like an hour passes of you two being in a fierce staring battle before he sighs. “I just want to know what’s wrong, (Y/N). I know Wong said it as a joke, but I really do care for you like you’re my daughter.” That pushed you over the edge.

You immediately start crying, and Stephen just looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. Lucky for him, his cloak is a huge softy, so it immediately unwraps from his shoulders and goes over to you. It envelops your whole body, frantically trying to wipe your tears away for you. You somewhat giggle, and then Stephen’s voice rings out. “Okay, now you need to tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“…I don’t want to lose you like I lost my dad.” He goes quiet, and you sigh. The tears don’t stop, but you begin telling him your story. You tell him about how your mother left when you were a baby. It was only you and your father for the next multiple years of your life. You and your father were ridiculously close being you two were the only person the other had. Then one day, it all just stopped. You two were living in your two-bedroom apartment. You were busy doing homework in your room when you heard a crash and some yelling. Then you heard a loud bang. You quickly ran and hid in your closet, terrified of the noises you just heard. You only came out when you heard the voices of the criminals who broke into your home fade away. You carefully opened your door, peeking out only to see your dad on the ground. You ran over to him when you saw the bullet wound. You knew it was already too late when you saw him.

“So that’s why I was on the run. I didn’t have any other family and I was scared. I just left. I changed my hair and met some people who could change who I was. I didn’t want the cops to find out that I survived, they thought the robbers kidnapped me. From that day on, I didn’t have anyone. No family at all. And then you came along and ruined my loner dynamic and now I’m scared because if I lose the person I look up to the most again, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover,” you sob, and he immediately hugs you. “(Y/N), you’re not going to lose me,” he tells you in a soft voice and you nod, finally giving in. “You being so distant scared me. I thought I did something wrong. It’s funny how you can feel such a strong bond with someone in such a fast time, but it’s like you really are my daughter. When I look at you, I see everything I wanted you to become. It’s actually impressive. I’m just so proud of the person you’ve become, and I know in the future I’ll only be even more proud.”

“While that made me feel better, it makes me feel weird hearing you be all soft. I imagine this is what Cloak would sound like if it could talk,” you say, sniffling. Stephen chuckles, looking at you as you pull away from the cute little embrace you two just had. “I’m sorry for being a dad, but I had to tell you that I was proud of you since I am.”

“Yeah, well next time tell me that I don’t suck as much as you thought I would, that sounds more normal to me.” He laughs, ruffling your hair and you roll your eyes. You had a rough past, and you definitely missed your dad. No matter what happened, nobody could replace him. But Stephen came pretty close. And although you sometimes wonder what your life would be like if you didn’t lose your dad all those years ago, you love your life now. Like Stephen always says. Everything happens for a reason.

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marvelandwweprincess · 5 years

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Avengers Hogwarts!AU

Before I start I wanna say sorry about my last post. I was... weirder than usual that day.

But anyway, I have an idea for a fanfiction AU. Two girls, one being me and my only best friend in our early/mid-teens finally get our Hogwarts letters thanks to their witch neighbors who attend. But what’s even more awesome is their Professors and fellow students are The Avengers! Still working on the story and of course my other stories so that way I can write more. But I know for most of the Avengers their Houses but IDK what they should teach. Here’s a list of the Professors, students and others who teach and attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. ‘Cause I’m including other characters from other things that could fit the story.

Teachers

Professor Tony Stark- Ravenclaw

Professor Steven Rogers- Gryffindor

Professor Thor Odinson- Hufflepuff

Professor Loki Laufeyson- Slytherin

Professor Scott Lang- Hufflepuff

Professor Natasha Romanoff- Slytherin

Professor Bruce Banner- Ravenclaw

Professor Clint Barton- Hufflepuff

Professor Hope Van Dyne- Gryffindor

Professor Scott Lang- Hufflepuff

Professor T’Challa- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor I’m still deciding.)

Professor Carol Danvers- Gryffindor

Professor Nick Fury- Gryffindor

Professor Maria Hill- Slytherin

Professor Stephen Strange- Slytherin (Or another house IDK)

Professor James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes- Hufflepuff (Or Slytherin)

Professor Sam Wilson- Gryffindor

Professor Groot- Hufflepuff and Rocket- Ravenclaw (Or Slytherin)

Professor Frigga Odinson- Hufflepuff

Professor Okoye- Gryffindor

Professor M’Baku- Slytherin

Professor James Rhodes- Hufflepuff

Professor Vision- Hufflepuff

Professor Happy Hogan- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor)

Professor Pepper Potts- Ravenclaw

Now some could change and be other stuff at Hogwarts. Like Wong is obviously gonna be the Librarian. Groot and Rocket will teach Herbology. Also wanna have Hadgrid keep being the Care for magical creatures teacher. BECAUSE HE'S AWESOME! But for a few of them, I know who will be head of house. Frigga, Head of Hufflepuff. Either Loki or Natasha will be Head of Slytherin. Or maybe M’Baku. Just lots of things to decide. Also, I really want Loki to teach potions. Idk why but I think it has to do with Snape but idk something is telling me Loki should teach potions. But I can’t decide who will be Headmaster of Hogwarts. I’ve narrowed it down to three. Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, and Nick Fury. I will also put all classes down below so everyone knows whats taught at Hogwarts. I’m putting everything down ‘cause I can’t tell which classes are for the first five years and which is extracurricular.

Astronomy, Charms, Defense against the dark arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Transfiguration, Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Ancient Studies, Magical Transportation, Muggle Studies, Mythology, Ghoul Studies, Magical Art

There might be more subjects if possible. Lie, I read somewhere that if Tony taught it would be some technological magic. Or something better than what I just wrote. But definitely more subjects ‘cause it’s now I realize I have A LOT of teachers. But now onto the students!

Students

Peter Parker- Hufflepuff

Michelle Jones- Ravenclaw

Ned- Hufflepuff

Shuri- Ravenclaw

Wade Wilson- Hufflepuff (YOU’LL LOVE IT!)

Wanda Maximoff- Slytherin

Pietro Maximoff- Gryffindor

Gamora- Slytherin

Nebula- Slytherin

Peter Quill- Gryffindor

Mantis- Hufflepuff

Drax- Gryffindor

Korg- Hufflepuff

Miek- Hufflepuff

Darcy Lewis- Ravenclaw (Or Hufflepuff)

oK now I have an idea to add other characters, from other stuff. They may seem weird but this is still an AU so it makes sense to me. But the first ones are from a band, that is extremely well known. But I love them for my story!

Kim Namjoon- Gryffindor

Kim Seokjin- Gryffindor

Min Yoongi- Slytherin

Jung Hoseok- Hufflepuff

Park Jimin- Slytherin

Kim Taehyung- Hufflepuff

Jeon Jungkook- Ravenclaw

IT MAKES SENSE TO ME AND MY STORY! And don’t worry it’s about to get a LOT weirder. Now, I’m only choosing a few but these are the ones I have in mind.

Finn Balor- Hufflepuff (Read it somewhere idk)

Alexa Bliss- Ravenclaw

Braun Strowman- Hufflepuff (Or Gryffindor)

Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns- Gryffindor

Dean Ambrose- Slytherin (Or maybe Gryffindor... Maybe)

There will be more characters but I’m keeping them a secret for now as for the villains. I also forgot to say this is set in modern times idk what year tho. Maybe between 2013 or further. Still deciding. Also, I want to add a few modern tech stuff but I need help which the professors and their classes.

Sorry for the really long post but I just had to ask and hopefully I get some answers. And that this also interests people. Thanks bye!

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE GIFS I USED IN THIS POST!

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Codex Judicium (2017, 2018-current)

The third and final arc of the SHIELD Codex, because my brain wouldn’t leave me alone. Continues the story directly after An Ocean Deep and Cold, however this arc returns to the original arc’s method of building to a central antagonist and finale. These antagonists (The Children of Thanos, or his Generals, interchangeably) were foreshadowed at the end of the original Codex series, back when I had no idea they’d end up in the dang movies.

This arc is, plot-wise, a little self indulgent (OCs, flerkens, and a lot of worldbuilding headcanon I wanted to play with) and revisits a lot of previous Codex events to build up to its planned finish. These connections will be listed in the notes. This is also the arc where we say goodbye to AOS series canon. The Codex fully diverges after the Framework arc of the show, and, annoyingly on my part, the Codex talks about that arc only in past tense.

The Shadows of Asgard

Synopsis:

Trapped by memories of his past and haunting his own present, Loki, the shadow king of Asgard, finds himself hunted by something far more deadly than any ghost. Without allies or any friendly word to help him, he must figure out why he’s not the hunter’s sole target - and what any chance of surviving his stolen throne might have to do with his buried youth.

Notes: On the one hand, it’s a stand-alone story set previous to the Codex and can be read without ever touching another Codex fic. On the other, I’ve built it into Codex canon and made it part of the basis for the final arc. Although this fic is about a brief, almost romantic part of Loki’s life, the resolution of this fic establishes that relationship as distant, conflicted, and probably platonic from here. While a character introduced will become recurring, the Codex will never change its listing from genfic to OC/Loki.

The Sand Knows Its Purity

Synopsis:

As Kamar-Taj's chief librarian, Wong feels love and responsibility for every sacred book in the world. Leaving the rural Chinese province of his childhood on the way towards safety for his latest rediscovered ancient artifact, Wong thinks a little about the past, about being lost, and about how much it all meant to his future.

Notes: A purely Wong-centric vignette themed after Journey To the West. Wong becomes a moderately important supporting character to the arc (I love Benedict Wong, okay?) and this fic introduces a unique character who returns in Turn the Page.

Fresh Ground

Synopsis:

Where everyone knows your name is a fine thing if you're a middle-class drudge looking for a drink, Ted Danson, and a guy named Norm. But when you work in Stark Tower - or worse, are an Avenger - sometimes all you want is a coffeeshop that's going to treat you like a normal person.

Notes: Having never done a coffeeshop AU before, this is a coffeeshop short that accidentally ended up foreshadowing the next Halloween fic and thus became a Codex short.

The Ritual of Chud

Synopsis:

The harvest season always brings with it a sense of ritual to pave the way for the future. It's with this in mind that Doctor Strange and Loki left Wong with a single gentle, but unusual, request: Throw a small Halloween party. Invite a handful of magical guests. Spend the evening telling tales and growing closer together. But why?

Notes: 2018′s Halloween Codex is another story within a story collection with several supporting magical characters (Wanda, Wong, Aggie Harkness, and introducing Pandora Peters of Loki’s WAND division) telling sad or spooky holiday tales. The overall story introduces the first clue to this arc’s set of villains - Ebony Maw.

Offhand

Synopsis:

The season of greetings and merriment has come around - for Asgard, whose princes are still children easily bored by pageantry. But when Loki has to face a pack of bullies without his brother to back him up, he ends up beginning something that will change his life forever. Meanwhile, in the future, an adult Loki takes in some holiday cheer among his friends, and makes an admission he hadn't wanted to just yet.

Notes: The first winter holiday short fic since Bleak Midwinter, Offhand has a nice but standalone flashback to Loki’s troubles with the palace weapons trainer. There is some foreshadowing about what’s to come next.

Escape Velocity

Synopsis:

When news comes to Wakanda of a mysterious cache of vibranium destined to hit the international arms market, King T'Challa realizes his efforts to reach out to the world could complicate his role in trying to stop disaster. Instead, he sends an envoy to SHIELD to help pick up where his warriors left off - and asks a reluctant Agent Everett Ross to assist them on his behalf.

Notes: The synopsis is a swerve. Set up as a standard SHIELD op, it ends with space battles and poor Ross helping to pilot a starship. As of 2020, he’s not the first new character to return from this fic - Captain Tam is introduced, Kara is hinted at, and more suspicions about the Children of Thanos are set up. The Grandmaster is also revealed to have ties here, a plot built up from the original arc’s Darwin’s Dragon.

Cat Dads!

Synopsis:

Minding his own business one spring afternoon, Loki finds himself approached by Nick Fury, who brings with him a most curious situation in need of advice.

It turns out that Goose is carrying a whole, uh, kit and caboodle of trouble inside her.

Notes: Arguably the most popular Codex short whether you read the series or not, Nick Fury as a cat daddy was an irresistible setup. This fic introduces flerkens into the Codex, though, with both Loki and Nebula gaining flerkittens that will become part of later stories.

Turn the Page

Synopsis:

Torn from one nightmare and tossed into another, Loki isn't touched to discover he's Stephen Strange's first choice to run to when magical attacks strike the New York Sanctum. The goal of this assault? Reclaiming the Darkhold, held prisoner by Strange for the last few years.

Notes: The Darkhold has been the focus point of a sub-sub arc throughout the three series, from the very first Codex story, to Season of the Witch, and finally, at damn last, ending here. Aggie Harkness returns, and some old plot threads from The Janus Paradox get tied off in this one. The epilogue also builds on a hint from Escape Velocity and introduces us formally to another member of the Children of Thanos.

The Queen’s Gambit

Synopsis:

Long ago, Odin All-Father buried the secret of his first two children. Baldur, who tragically never left his crib, and Hela, who rose to power under a deadly shadow. Now an exile on the world that gave her its name, Hela hatefully waits for a freedom she suspects will never come - only to find that a visitor has somehow arrived after all.

Notes: 2019′s Halloween fic is themed after Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal and has Mistress Death swapping tales with Hela, herself a would-be incarnation of mortality. This fic builds on Odin’s tale as told at the end of Ocean Deep and Cold, and will return to importance in an upcoming fic.

The Family We Choose (ongoing 4/20)

Synopsis:

Loki has been contacted by Nebula, working on the fringes of the galaxy as an intelligence broker since the fall of Thanos, and he suspects that what news she has to share won't be anything pretty. But things begin to shift beyond his predictions before he catches up with her, as two human friends latch on for the ride.

Notes:

This is where previous plot threads are starting to pull together. Building on the events of The Shadows of Asgard, Darwin’s Dragon, Escape Velocity, Cat Dads, and the entire theme of Loki trying to rebuild his life as a whole person and not just a loner easily driven to madness, this fic is ongoing.

Upcoming:

All these listings are subject to future whims.

The One About Jotunheim - A civil war will threaten to tear apart the fragile peace Queen Farbauti has forged, while Loki, unmoored by the possible ramifications of that conflict, begins to work on another family alliance of his own. This is a tentative synopsis and may change.

1-2 possible shorts, including one with Captain Tam and Kara on Earth

The One About Kings - Odin prepares to pass on his crown at last, but as usual, there are intense conflicts.

The Children’s Crusade - the final showdown between Loki and the remaining Children of Thanos... and a few awful surprises.

The future light - one more postscript.

#shield codex #genfic #mcu fanfiction #loki fanfiction #agents of shield fanfiction #khamanv

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