#doctor strange x daughter!reader

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This Is Me Trying (Doctor Strange x teen!reader)

summary: you received your report cards with bad results and you don't want your dad finding out about it.

warnings: hurt/comfort, bad grades, mint choco (?), strange is a good dad (lmk if I missed anything)

a/n: this is definitely not a self indulgent fic i projected myself onto.

You slammed your door shut before sliding against it, bringing your knees close to your chest. Heaving out your breath, you pull your report cards to your lap after crossing your legs, looking at them with sorrow in your eyes. You're not sure why you're sad and upset when you should've seen it coming the moment your teacher looked down at you with a frown on her face.

"Your grades dropped." You blanked at your teacher's statement, processing the information.

"Oh," you breathed out after a beat.

"Almost falling, hun." A sigh escaped the lady's lips, she clasped her hands in front of her on the desk. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were a bright kid. Gifted even. I don't want your potential to go wasted just like that. You could go to one of the best universities –"

The rest of it was blurry. You couldn't focus on your teacher's lecture as your head felt like being in a giant ringing bell. You cautiously re-read the cards in your hand. It was littered with C's, a few B's, and a D. If you could wish for a miracle, you'd wish you could change them before your father sees it. You ran your hands through your hair roughly, dropping the papers as a result.

Being enrolled in a widely known school filled with future geniuses has its perks. Especially when you were a child of two famous surgeons. Expectations were a friend you made inside your mother's womb and they'll follow you until your dying days. Then your dad became the sorcerer supreme, and then the universe was at stake, and then you got blipped, and when you came back your mother was presumed dead. It all happened in a blitz. All of a sudden, you're living in a new era, and people are adjusting. You are adjusting. Yet you never quite remember when does adjusting felt this hard.

You were great. Oh boy, were you great. You were always at the top of your class– at least in the big 3. A good friend and student. The perfect child. Your parents didn't force you into being one, no, it just happened. Since the first time you got first place in your kindergarten and people praised you, you felt the need to keep it up. You were so ahead of the curve that it became a sphere, and now you ended up falling behind your classmates. Focusing was hard, the tests were hard, and you barely even made any friends after going back to school after the blip. Plus, you've been taking mystical arts lessons from your dad. You were too busy trying to clean your rusty wheels.

A gentle knock pushed you out of your thoughts. "Kid, you're in there?" Your father's voice broke in.

"Yeah," you answered. When did your voice become so hoarse? You didn't even notice tears rolling down your cheek, which you quickly wiped before opening your door that reveals Stephen Strange leaning on the doorway. "What's up, dad?"

Stephen furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you okay? Were you… crying? What happened?"

You mentally cursed yourself. He doesn't know about it yet. Your dad asked if you wanted him to come with you to take your report cards, but you denied it and said you'll be fine. Thankfully, he wasn't stubborn like he always was on accompanying you and said he'd go to the store instead and hadn't returned yet when you got to the sanctum.

You shook your head. "Nope, why would I be?"

The former sorcerer supreme peeked through your figure that blocked the door and saw papers on the floor. "Is that your report cards? How was it?"

Before he could go on more, you closed the door behind you. "It's, uh, nothing you should worry about." You offered him a tight smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. I'm fine. So, could you please go somewhere else? I gotta do something."

"You sure you're alright?" Your father asked once again, only having you push him away from your room in response.

"Yeah, yeah, totally."

Anyone could've been fooled by your smile and words, but Stephen was your father, he knew something was wrong with you. So he opens his mouth to speak again. "No, there's something wrong, I know there is. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

"I'm sure, dad. A hundred percent sure." You emphasized every word in the last sentence.

"Really? You know you can tell me the truth. Was it your report cards?"

"No, dad, I'm fine! Just go, do you hear me? I don't wanna see you now! Just– just leave me alone… please." You didn't realize you had been screaming until you saw the surprised look on Stephen's face. Retreating to your room, more tears stained your eyes as you left your father frozen in his place.

Pacing in his chamber, the sorcerer's mind traveled to exactly an hour ago when he had a little argument with you. It's no lie that he's worried about you judging by the look on his face. His parental instinct wanted to knock on your door again and make you feel better like any parent would, but he decided to give you space, no matter how worried he was.

After the death of your mother, who won child custody back then, you immediately got swooped under Stephen's wings. It wasn't hard to warm up to him since you already spent time together often before the car accident he had which led him to protect the world. You even met Christie Palmer, your father's lover back then. You went through the grief of losing your mother with him. Though through the grief he did, he no longer loved your mom as much as you do, but you don't blame him for that.

On the other side of his door, there stands you with clammy hands gripping a sheet of paper with your grades written on it. You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Stephen about your report cards. He, like any other, probably would just be disappointed in you. But you don't like lying to your dad, especially when he's the only person you have left (aside from Wong, whom you had been getting closer to). You couldn't stay mad at him, and you had no right to say things that could hurt him. Mustering up your courage, you brought a hand to knock on the door.

Stephen opened his door right before you knocked on it. "Y/N?" he asked softly.

You pulled your hand back to your side. "Dad," was your reply. Neither of you said anything, just eyes looking fondly into one another's. "I, uh… I'm sorry for yelling at you… and lying to you," you said thoughtfully even though you were holding back tears. Pushing the papers to his hands, you continued, "you were right, it was my report cards. It turns out that I almost failed this semester." You watched Stephen read the paper in his hand, not even changing his expression in the slightest. This made you bite your lip out of habit. "But don't worry! I passed! I just… I wasn't on top of my class, far behind, actually. I know you're disappointed –"

"Who said that I was?" Stephen cuts you.

A sigh escaped your lips. "No one. I thought you would be since anyone else is." That's the truth. You could see that your teacher was disappointed in you, and the look on your classmates' faces just screams disappointment.

"Kid, you could never disappoint me," Stephen exclaimed, a small yet visible smile on his face. "Adapting to a new life isn't an easy task. I know everything seems to go so fast, believe me, I've been there. Yet you're able to survive to this day. Not everyone could, y'know."

You lowered your head, averting your gaze to the floor so that your dad won't see your tears. "I'm trying. All I want is to get my old self back. To be a bright kid again so that I could make you proud."

Stephen frowned when he heard your confession. His large, gentle arms pulled you into a side embrace. You cried silently against his chest, a hand covering your eyes whilst another was around your abdomen. To say Stephen Strange was an affectionate person was something arguable, but there's no denying that he loves his child to bits and won't stop reminding them of it.

"You'll forever make me proud, little star. Don't forget that." A kiss was planted on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry I was being persistent as well before. I should've let you tell me when you're ready."

You rolled your eyes. "You being persistent is something new?"

The sorcerer chuckled shortly. He pats your back as you wipe your tears, smiling alongside him when you break the hug. "Since you know I am persistent. Let's go to our favorite ice cream parlor." Stephen puts an arm around your shoulders and drags you along to the front door.

You narrowed your eyebrows. "Why would you need to be persistent to ask me to go eat an ice cream?"

"Because you, child, are my offspring," said your dad, opening the front door and bowing mockingly. "After you."

Playing along, you bowed back, earning a smile from the man who soon placed his arm around your shoulders again, walking with you instead of dragging you this time. "What flavor shall we get today, my child?"

"I do not possess the knowledge, dear father. What do you think we shall taste today?"

Stephen hummed. "How about mint choco?"

You snorted. "You mean the toothpaste?"

"Hey, it's good!"

"What's good about eating toothpaste?"

"Don't act like you've never eaten toothpaste before."

"Well, it's not like I did it on purpose!"

"Oh, you will."

"What do you mean I will?" Your question was met with a smirk. "Dad, what does it mean?"

"The last one who arrives at the parlor gets to eat toothpaste on purpose!" He quickly says before running through the street.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Wasting no other second, you zoom toward where your dad is headed.

"Enjoying the toothpaste?"

Stephen turned around to see you raising your eyebrows while licking your favorite ice cream. "No thanks to you." He glared at you as you happily took the seat next to him. His nose scrunched when he took another bite of his ice cream. "This thing actually tastes like toothpaste." A sigh of defeat was exhaled by the former sorcerer supreme.

You punched the air in victory. "And the winner goes to… drumroll please," you cued your father who lazily starts to drum on the handrest. "Y/N Strange!"

Your dad ruffled your hair, causing you to protest for ruining it. Stephen couldn't help but smile at one particular memory that flashed through his head. A memory of you two sitting on the same bench, eating the same ice cream from the same parlor years ago. He realized that it has been quite some time since the last time the two of you did something like this. The last time you were just a kid, barely even a teen. When did you start growing up so fast?

"Thank you, dad." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "For being proud of me, for cheering me up, especially for letting me win."

Your smug smile was being returned with a poke on your stomach. Stephen only laughed when you scooted away from him a bit. Nevertheless, you scooted back after feeling he won't tickle you entirely.

"Anything for my dearest demon child."

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"Bring my Daughter back." - Doctor Strange x Daughter!reader

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“Please-”

“No, Y/N. How many times have I said no?” My father rolls his eyes, putting his mug of coffee back down on the table.

“Why not?” I pout, trying to guilt-trip him into letting me have my own way. I desperately wanted to train in the Sanctum just like he had, but he kept claiming that it was ‘too dangerous’ and that he didn’t want me to get hurt.

“You know perfectly well why I don’t want you to train in the Sanctum. I don’t think it’s necessary that I tell you again, I don’t want you to do something stupid and get hurt.” My dad sighs, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I slump down in disappointment, I knew he’d reject my wishes again. I try my pout again, followed by the puppy eyes, hoping that somewhere, I could pull at my father’s heart enough to make him change his mind.

“Don’t pull that on me, it won’t work.” Dad gave me the warning glare, I slumped further down into my chair. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my brain, if my Dad wouldn’t let me join the Sanctum and practice magic, there was always another option.

I leapt out of my chair, startling my dad as I went, I headed for the door so that I could exit.

“Y/N, where are you going?” He shouts after me, the realisation hit him in the face. “Don’t you even think about it young lady, do not go and ask him if you can join! Get back here!”

“What is she asking who?” I ran face-first into the answer to all my problems, Wong.

“Wong! My favourite human ever! My best friend, light of my life and all that. I need a favour.” I grin up at him, puppy eyes at the ready as Wong always falls for them.

“Wong, stay strong. Don’t listen to her, don’t fall for her eyes. Ignore her, please Wong. Do not listen to a word that comes from her mouth.” My dad pleads, it was his turn to use the puppy dog eyes on Wong this time.

“What is it you require me to help with, Y/N?” Wong rolls his eyes at my dad.

“We-ell, a certain father of mine won’t let me train to be a sorcerer in the sanctum, so I was wondering, please, if you’d let me train. Please, and thank you.” I give Wong a little bow of respect as he’s the Sorcerer Supreme, and then I pull my puppy eyes out on the man.

Wong’s face wrangles in pain, it was evident that my puppy eyes were working on him, so I pout at him as well, the pain growing stronger and stronger on his face. Dad glared at him, Wong turned away in an attempt to block out the guilt-tripping I was doing.

“Come on, be strong, block her out.” My dad encourages, smiling at the Sorcerer Supreme gently. My dad continues to encourage him, trying to distract him from me and my pleas to be taught sorcery. 

“Strange, her begging is too powerful, I can’t say no to her. Look at her for crying out loud, how the hell am I supposed to say no to your daughter? Look how sweet she is, is she crying? Y/N?” Wong swivels around, ignoring the disappointed sigh that my dad let out from behind him.

I look up at Wong, the fake tears pool at the base of my eyelids, Wong’s hardened expression melts at the sight of me, he immediately pulls me into a hug.

“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m sorry that your father is so set on keeping you away from sorcery, you’d make a fine sorcerer. You really would.” Wong tries to comfort me.

“Wong, she’s trying to guilt-trip you.” My father warns, Wong waves him off and opens a portal.

“It would be my honour to teach you.” Wong says, walking the both of us through the portal, beginning to close it off.

“Bring my daughter back here now, don’t you dare close that portal Wong, bring her back now!” My father yells, the portal closes and Wong smiles.

“Thank you, and sorry for guilt-tripping you.” I grin at the Sorcerer Supreme, he shakes his head fondly.

“You know, I would have taught you either way.”

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The Scarlet Witch

Y/N: 12 years old Story: After finally escaping hydra, Y/N discovers her mother is the Scarlet Witch… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I'm sitting in Central Park in New York after so many failed attempts to get someone to tell me where my mom could be. My mom is an Avenger and apperantly the Avengers are pretty famous, so why nobody knows where's Wanda Maximoff?

It's been 4 years since the last time I saw her… or I think. I was taken by hydra when the agents attacked the Avengers compound. They kept me in a cell, but then something happened and in 5 seconds the place was all clear. No one was around. So I ran…

I wish I could see her again, but anyone I ask doesn't know anything about her. I just need to find out what happened to her.

It's been 3 days since I got out of that terrible place. I always like to walk around this weird house with something on the roof that looks like a big eye. I don't know why, but I can feel some sort of power from this house.

I managed to find out that a man called 'Doctor Strange' lives there. According to one older lady, he has some sort of powers too. I want to ask him if he by any chance knows anything about my mom, but everytime I knock at the door, no one opens. But I can't give up, I have to try again.

I knock at the door, praying someone will finally open. I let out a sigh after a few minutes of standing there. I sit on the stairs in front of the house, resting my head on my knees.

My eyes widen when I hear the door creak. I immediately stand up, turning around and looking at a tall man with a cup in his hand and a clock who stands there, looking back at me.

"H-hello, don't you know by any chance where-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Listen, kid, this is not a place to play. Go home" He says coldly, already closing the door.

"Wait! Do you know Wanda Maximoff?" I blurt out, the door opening again.

"Wanda Maximoff? Why would you look for her?" He raises an eyebrows.

"I-I need to talk to her. She. Hm. She's my mom" I explain, but only earn a look that tells me he doesn't believe me at all.

"Okay. I understand you're probably a fan, but go home, kid. It's getting late" He says, rolling his eyes and closing the door again. I've never wanted to do this, to use my powers on other people, but he gives me no other choice. He clearly knows something about my mom and I just need to know.

I close my eyes, concentrating only on the power I feel from this house. I take a deep breath, trying to get into the guy's mind. It takes a while, but once I'm in, I carefully search for any information about my mom.

Finally, I find out that the man is heading to some place called Kamar-Taj where my mom is supposed to be too. This will be hard to get there, but I'm a witch after all.

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Took me more than a whole night to actually find my way to Kamar-Taj, but I did it. Now I'm hidden behind one of many statues that are around this place. There's a huge castle and people in pajamas looking outfits. I mean… it's literally almost 1pm, why would they wear pajamas? Whatever, now I just need to wait until my mom shows up.

Suddenly the sky darkens, all the people watch the sky, waiting for what happens next. My mom appears, the guy from yesterday flies up to her and they start talking. I'm just watching it, wondering what they could possibly talk about, but then Doctor Strange flies back and the pajamas people make a shield. I don't get it, is my mom the bad one now? She's always been very caring, she wouldn't be evil, right?

I watch in confusion as my mom tries to break the shield, throwing her magic at it until it breaks. She flies down on the ground, knocking everyone down. Tears form in my eyes, this can't be true, my mom can't be evil.

She starts walking towards the castle and since no one is outside except for the dead bodies, her and me, I get out of my hiding spot.

"Mama?" I say shyly, tears quietly running down my cheeks. Mom turns around, her face impression turning into a shocked one when she sees me.

"… Y/N/N?" She whispers, walking towards me, tears building up in her eyes.

"No" I take a step back, unsure of her next actions. She stops, tears running down her cheeks too by now as she's looking at me, hurt visible in her eyes. "Mama, why would you do that? You're not evil, you can't be" I tell her, my voice breaking at the sight of all the dead bodies surrounding us.

"Y/N/N, I… I just wanted you back" She says, her voice also breaking. "Please, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry, I missed you so much" She takes another step towards me on which I shake my head, tears still running down my face.

"No, please don't hurt me" I step back, shaking my head. "I want my mama" I cry out, my breathing not really working right now.

With a swift move of her hand, her clothes change into jeans and green jacket, her hair is put into one french braid and her fingers don't have the black color on them.

"I'm here, Y/N/N. You need to breathe, sweetheart. Breathe with me, honey" She holds my shoulders, looking me in the eyes and trying to help me to breathe.

"Mama" I wrap my arms around her, burying my head into her chest.

"Mama's here, my little monkey. You're safe. You're okay" She says, rubbing my back and kissing the top of my head. "You're okay" She repeats. "Where have you been, baby?" She asks when I finally manage to take a deep breath, wiping away my tears with her thumbs.

"Hydra" I manage to say, wrapping my arms around her tightly once again. "Please don't ever leave me, mommy"

"I will never ever leave you, my little monkey. I promise I'll always protect you, no matter what" She smiles and kisses my forehead. "I will never let anyone take you from me again"

"Mama, I don't like it here. Can we go away?" I ask, not feeling comfortable at all here. I just want to cuddle with my mom on the couch and watch a cartoon.

"Let's go home" She smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead before taking my hand in hers and leading me away from this place.

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Wanda deserves a happy ending🫶🏻

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The Sorcerer’s Daughter || Stephen Strange

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Pairing: Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer x daughter reader

Warnings: N/A. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 1330 words.

Summary: Strange is eager to teach his young Daughter the power of a Sorcerer, but his Wife isn’t as enthusiastic.

A/N: I’m currently in a MoM mindset. The fic is based on a potential (AU) reality where Stephen and Christine are married and have a daughter- age of reader is about 5 or 6.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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The Sorcerer’s Daughter: Stephen Strange-

“Stephen, what have I told you about playing with magic portals with y/n”, Christine scolded her Husband.

“Oh come now Christine, it’s not like I don’t know what I am doing, besides she loves it” Stephen kneels down to your level to help adjust the sling-ring on your fingers; closing the portal he just opened for you in the process.

“I am quite aware that you know what you are doing, but when it comes to our daughter and magic, I urge you to take more caution. You know it can be dangerous. Any portal, to any dimension can open-“ Stephen interrupts Christine.

“Honey, we are only practicing, and besides she isn’t the one opening the portals. She doesn’t even know how to yet” Stephen attempts to reassure his Wife, walking over to her to gently grab the side of her arms.

She releases a sigh, “I know you want to show her that part of your life, but she’s still so young. Anything could happen to her Stephen, yes it’s magic and she’ll love it but it is still extremely dangerous to expose her to that so young” She places her hands over Stephen’s arms.

Stephen pulls Christine into a hug, “I know, and I am sorry, I just want her to appreciate her potential future as a Sorcerer,” Christine clears her throat, “Or a Doctor”.

“Better,” Christine remarks, causing Stephen to laugh as she buries her face into his neck.

During their heartfelt conversation, you were admiring your Father’s sling-ring, holding your hand out in front of you, mimicking your Father’s actions as you’ve seen so many times before.

You pull your arm back into yourself, wondering why the magic portal wasn’t opening. After a few seconds of pondering you remember the combination needed to summon a portal.

You stick out your sling-ring wearing hand, placing the correct fingers up. You then begin to use your other hand and draw wide circles… nothing happens. With a little huff, you try again… still nothing.

Tears flood your eyes, frustration getting the better of you. You throw your hands down by your side, suddenly seeing a golden spark form in front of you.

You stare at the space it once was, you flap your hands up and down again, and two more sparks form and disappear.

A smile graces your face, eagerly resuming your ‘Sorcerer position’, you concentrate as much as you can in the spot in front of you. Desperate to make a portal appear.

You stand firm as you move your hand in a wide circle- continuously, for several seconds. Many sparks form, creating a large circular shape in front of you.

You carry on until the portal successfully forms in front of you, causing you to let out a curious ‘ooooh’.

The scene in front of you is majestic, a grand staircase leading up to a mystical window. You start to walk towards it.

Christine finally lifts her head, noticing a glow casting around the room, “Um, Stephen, I thought y/n couldn’t conjure a portal?”

“She can’t…why?” Christine turns Stephen around, both witnessing as you stroll through the portal, it closes shortly after.

“No, no, no, why did you just let her go through?” Stephen questions Christine.

“I was just so shocked that she did it, plus you were there too you could have stopped her!” Stephen walks forward searching the area you were occupying.

“It’s okay though, you can just get her back, hop to it Mr Sorcerer.” Christine laughs, failing to spot Stephen’s frantic search across the floor.

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if I said I can’t bring her back?” Stephen continues his search.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Christine questions worriedly.

“Well, she may or may not have taken my sling-ring with her, not a huge problem, except I kind of need it to conjure a portal so yeah back to that question of you being mad,” Stephen casts his glance at Christine, wincing at the face she is displaying- murderous.

“Stephen Vincent Strange, I swear if you don’t bring our daughter back this instant, I will-“ Christine’s threat was interrupted by a portal opening in their Living Room.

Stephen rushes in front of Christine, shielding her from a potential intruder.

His whole demeanour relaxes when he sees Wong emerging from the portal, with you in hand.

“Mommy!” You shout, running over to Christine.

“Awww my darling, you’re okay!” She grabs you and picks you up into a hug, holding you tight.

“I believe this is yours Strange!” Wong shoves Stephen’s sling-ring into his hand.

“Wong, cheery as always-“ Wong sends Stephen a glare at his remark.

“Cheery? Have you failed to notice the condition I am in?!” Stephen casts a glance over Wong’s form, noticing he is soaked, and covered in a gel-like substance.

“Oh yeah, I just thought you were going for a new look, by the way watch where you step, Christine will have your head if you get any of that on the carpet”.

Wong shakes his head in disbelief, “You aren’t even curious at why I am covered in this slime?!”

“I am actually, but more so wondering how you found y/n” Christine asks.

“Well, let me enlighten you. I was doing my rounds of the Sanctum, you know, maintaining the order. When I sensed another presence inside. I ran to the staircase when I saw y/n enter through a portal. I started to make my way to her when she opened up another portal. Before I could act our old friend Gargantos made his appearance into the Sanctum-“

“Wait, Gargantos? As in that huge one eyed, tentacle monster we had to fight years ago?” Stephen asks.

“Yes, that one exactly! Anyway, I attempted to fight it off, trying to protect y/n and the sanctum when it pinned me to the floor with one of its tentacles. I thought I was done for when your daughter opened and closed a portal right through the monster, causing it to slice in half” Wong lets out exasperatedly.

“Well that’s a good thing isn’t it, my daughter saved your life, bragging rights for me achieved” Stephen smiles at Christine who glares at him in response.

“No, it is not good, the Sanctum is now housing half a squid monster, along with its brains smeared along the walls, and your daughter has Sorcerer magic.”

“How is that part bad?” Stephen questions.

“Well now it isn't just you I need to monitor for things going wrong, I bet she has inherited the ‘trouble gene’ from your side.”

Stephen puts a hand on his chest, mocking a hurt expression.

“Well she certainly got the smart gene from my side, isn’t that right my little Sorcerer.” Christine addresses you, as you smile with pride.

“You’ve changed your tune.” Stephen muses.

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, you’ve got a Sanctum to clean.” Christine remarks.

“Oh no, I am no longer the Sorcerer Supreme, it’s no longer in my job description to clean up in the Sanctum.” Stephen says in defence.

“Well if you don’t go and help Wong clean up, next time y/n goes to cover your Levitating Cloak in glitter, I won’t stop her.” Stephen whips his head round to face Christine.

“You wouldn't,” Stephen practically gasps.

“Oh but I would, see you later, Dr Strange.” Christine takes you upstairs to get rid of any stray slime that made its way onto your clothes.

Knowing Christine is one to keep to her promises, Stephen admits defeat and makes his way to the portal to the Sanctum that Wong conjured.

“You know, I think the glitter would improve your look.” Wong lets out.

“One more word out of you and you’ll be cleaning all of this up on your own” Stephen lets out.

Though he’s not in his ideal situation, he couldn’t be happier to know that you have Sorcerer potential- he couldn’t be prouder.

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 1: Welcome to New York

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Is this real? Am I in some of the Hollywood studios? Or this is a prank? Is the tv crew gonna come out and scare me anytime soon?

But my phone really said I'm in New York City, not Los Angeles.

What am I going to do now?

Then it hits my mind. If this is real. If I'm in the Marvel universe. It means I've traveled through a multiverse. The only person that I could think of right now is Doctor Strange. He must know how to send me home with his portal, I guess.

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"Sorry, he's not here, he's traveling in the dark dimension right now" Wong said

Did I just walk for about 1 hr for nothing?

"Can you just open the portal to him and talk to him or something?" I ask

"The dark dimension is not a place where a portal could open to Miss" Wong annoyingly answer me

and I wouldn't blame him, it was almost midnight when I knocked on the Sanctum Sanctorum doors

"Can I stay here just to wait for him, please? I have nowhere to go"

Wong pause and look at me for a sec, he turn his head to look inside the door and said

"Who are you and where are you from?"

"It's a long story Wong, I don't think I can tell you here, in front of these steps"

"Wait how did you know my name?"

"If you really wanna know, you gotta let me stay for a night ok? c'mon it's freezing out here"

"How am I gonna know that I can trust you, you may be with Mo-"

"No, I'm not with Mordo, can you let me in now"

"How do you know about that name?"

I couldn't wait any longer, I run through the door and bump Wong out of my way. As I turn to look at Wong I notice that the door that just ran through broke. Did I just do that by hitting it? But I don't feel any pain at all.

"Are you one of those superheroes huh?" Wong asks me as he tries to use his magic to fix the door frame

"I don't know, maybe you could tell me"

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"So you just woke up in the central park?" Wong asks

"Yeah, that's all I could remember"

"And what about how do you know my name?"

"Well as I said before, I think I came from another universe where all of you guys are just characters in comics and movies"

"What? We are not real?"

"Yeah sort of, do you have any more questions? I'm kinda tired right now" I ask as I yawn

"Hmm I think I will wait for Stephen and we'll ask more then, you can sleep upstairs, there's a room next to the main library"

"Thanks"

I walk upstairs. Pass a library.

Yuck. This place is so old and creepy.

And I found a bedroom. Yep, I think this is my room. So I go in. Tuck myself into the bed and fall asleep.

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I woke up and couldn't find Wong at any place so I decided to go out and do things as my plan. Yes, I have a plan now. A risky but a brilliant one. I open my phone to find where the Stark Tower is and surprised about how my battery is still at 100%.

After 1 hr of walking, I finally arrived at the legendary Stark Tower. Wow, it looks so good in real life, such a shame that we haven't seen much of it in the movies.

I walk inside and to the reception

"Hi how can I help you madam?" The Ultron ask me

"Yeah I have a meeting with Mr. Stark at about 10 AM today"

"Can I have your name madam?"

"It's Y/N Y/L/N"

"I'm afraid I don't have your name on the list madam"

"Oh wait a sec" I said as I take out my phone and pull some wire of the Ultron to connect with my phone"

"What are you you you doooing ingg madam?"

"Relax Jarvis you'll be fine"

"Please sto-" And finally, the reboot is completed.

"Make an appointment for me at 10AM Jarvis"

"This way madam" The Ultron points me to one of the elevators.

"Thanks"

I walk to the elevator and push the top floor button.

Oh boy. I am going to meet the real Tony Stark.

As the elevator door opens. Yeah, it was like in the movie, the large open area that connects to the outside of the building for Tony to landing when he's in the suit, the bar, the view of New York city. WOW.

Tony turns to look at the elevator. Confused.

"Are you Mr.Kinroy?" He asks

"Clearly I'm not" I said as I look at him, damn he looks so good, no wonder why he's got all the women.

"How did you come up here?" He asks as he takes out his phone to check on the Ultron at the reception "Did you just hack my Ultron!?"

"umm yeah sorry about that but I really need your help"

"Wait wait who are you?, and how could you hack my Ultron"

"Could you just ask me to sit down and offer me some drink before all of those questions? geez I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday"

"ok ok let's have a seat and talk""So who are you?"

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and you're not gonna find any of my info on your little phone" I said as I look at him being frustrated at his phone.

"And why is that?" He looks up

"Because I'm from another universe"

He looks at me in disbelief.

"And you expected me to believe that?"

"Anthony Edward Stark, you were born on Friday, May 29, 1970, in Manhattan. You were admitted early into MIT. You lost your parents in December 1991 while they prepared to go away to the Bahamas. The media said it was a car accident but we know they were assassinated by the Winter Soldier"

Tony's face turned pale. "Those infos are on the internet, everybody knows that, and about the Winter Soldier, you may hack into SHIELD database and can know about it"

"You dreamt about having a daughter, Morgan. I bet this is not on any database"

Tony's eyes widen. He walks to me quickly. "How did you know about that, I haven't even told Pepper"

"Will you believe me now that I came from another universe?"

"What do you want from me? Money? Technologies? Weapon?"

"No Tony. I came here to help YOU"

"How?"

"Where I came from, you guys are just characters from comics and movies and I am a big fan, so it means I know EVERYTHING about everyone in this world. I think I can help you with those information"

"And why would you want to help me?"

"Because I need protection, resources, and a way to go back"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Adopt me as your daughter and all of the infos are yours"

He thinks for a while as I walk to the bar and pour some water to drink

"Every infos?" He asks

"Yes every infos"

"Then.. prepare to call me daddy, Miss Y/N Stark" He smiles mischievously

[haleyboook]

Motherly intuition

DS: MOM spoilers!!

Wanda didn't only have the twins in her time in westview. She also had a daughter, older, more like her in many ways. What happens when she can only locate her sons in an alternate reality?

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Tommy shakes his head saying "I'm too old to be tucked in, Mom."

"Oh. Okay." She smiles to him

Billy says “You can still tuck me in mom.”

“Sure, You know, a family.. is forever. I'll always-”

“I changed my mind. You can tuck me in mom.”

Wanda smiles and begins to tuck Tommy in. “Your sister, she still lets me tuck her in even to this day. When I have a really bad day I stay with her in her bed. The cuddles she provides...”

“What sister mom?”

Wanda looks to Tommy confused saying “y/n.. your big sister. She-”

Wanda wakes up from her dream, saddened. She rubs her face shaking her head. Where was her daughter in that dream?

Why didn't the boys know their sister?

Where was Vision?

Later that day,

Strange approaches the “blossom fields”

She hands him a branch and he sniffs it saying “it smells..”

She finishes his sentence saying “Sweet.”

“I was gonna say real.”

“It’s all very real. I put all the magic behind me.”

He nods and says “So I can see.”

She says “I knew sooner or later you’d show up wanting to discuss what happened at Westview. I made mistakes. And people got hurt.”

“But you made things right in the end. I’m not here to talk about westview.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“We need your help. What do you know about the multiverse?”

“The multiverse? Vis had his theories. He believed it was real and dangerous.”

“He was appropriately right about both. We found a girl, who can somehow travel across the multiverse and she’s being pursued. Some kind of demon. One that wants her power for themselves. We’ve taken her to Kamar Taj. We’ve got our group but we could use an Avenger.”

“There are other avengers.”

“Yeah but given the choice between the archer with the Mohawk and several bug themed crime fighters or one of thee most powerful magic wielders on the planet, it’s an easy call. Come to Kamar Taj. We’ll get you back on the lunch box.”

She smiles lightly and says “What if you brought America here?”

He looks to her surprised saying “Here?”

“Yeah. I know what it’s like being on your own. Hunted for your abilities. I could protect her.”

He stops in his tracks and Wanda looks back towards him “You never told me her name, did you?”

“No. No I didn’t.”

“The hex was the easy part. Lying… not so much.”

The surrounding apple blossoms appear differently as she drops the illusion. She smiles slightly saying “My daughter, she always loved the blossom trees. It’s a shame these aren’t as vibrant as the ones in the books.”

He looks to the dark hold saying “The dark hold.”

“You’re familiar with the dark hold?”

“I know it’s the book of the damned. And that it corrupts everything and everyone that it touches. I wonder what it’s done to you.”

“The dark hold only showed me the truth. Everything I lost can be mine again.”

He calmly says “What do you want with America? What do you want with the multi-verse?”

“I’m going to leave this reality and and go to one I can be with my children.”

“Wanda your children aren’t real. You created them using magic.”

She smirks saying “That’s what every mother does. What would you do if there was a universe where you were happy. Wouldn’t you want to go?”

“I am happy.”

“But I know better than most. I know what deception looks like.”

“What you’re doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law. And if you take that child’s power, she won’t survive.”

“I don’t relish hurting anyone, Stephen. She’s not a child. She’s a supernatural being. Such raw power could reek havoc on this and other worlds. Her sacrifice would be for the greater good.”

“Well, you can kiss the lunch box goodbye because that’s the kind of justification that our enemies use.”

She narrows her eyes at him saying “Is it the kind that you used? When you gave Thanos the time stone?”

“That was a war. And I did what I had to do.”

“You break the rules and become a hero. I do and I become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.”

I struggle against the monster approaching me as I hurl waves of red power at it. I grumble “God I hate this universe!”

I quickly float up and shout “this sucks!”

I remove the roof off a house behind the demon or monster thing. The one with sharp horns all over it’s back. The four eyes.

Truly disgusting.

I throw myself higher in the air with a wave of power as it’s tail sweeps at me. I slip in the air as I drop the roof on it

It halts it momentarily as I look to the crowd surrounding us. I mutter “I wish mom was here.”

I hold my hands together, forming a large ball of power, the largest one I can form as the monster attempts to break through the roof I’ve temporarily spelled to not be removed from its body.

Quickly I hear the extremely loud screech as it demolishes the spell and sends me flying back, I hit the brick wall adjacent to me

Hard.

Painfully.

I groan as the power slips from my hands as I feel my eyes begin to close.

The monster screeches as it grabs my body, throwing it like a rag doll.

“Ow.” I mutter as I scramble through the air. I halt in place as I put one hand out to stop myself.

I touch my forehead, feeling the blood drip down.

Shit.

The monster suddenly stops and I look at it confused. I wave my hand in front of it, the red wave of power following my hand.

It watches and follows my hand as it goes back and forth

Woah... cool

I smile saying “Now this is better.”

It lunges at me again, causing me to scream as I tumble back. My body hitting the ground as I scramble away from its claws

Quickly I lift myself into the air, my powers not being much against the attacker

I need more lessons.

Mom didn’t get to teach me how to handle this power. It’s scary.

Intimidating.

I throw the monster on to the ground, through the cement as it claws towards me

I gasp as I press my hand to the wound it gives me on my abdomen. Ow. Ow.

It quickly lurches out of the ground, grabbing my body and throwing me across the sky. I scream and try to stop myself as I tumble through the air, but the dizziness from the blood seeping out of my wound is getting to me

I scream as I’m pierced through the stomach. I want my mom. 

A blur speeds past me and I weakly struggle within it’s grasp. I slip from it’s grasp as it’s hit in the side

I catch myself as I begin to fall. I hear “Are you alright?” I look down towards the familiar voice and I freeze. I stare at my father confused

“Dad?”

Vision says “Huh?”

He slices the monster in half with the infinity stone and I shakily land

I fall to the ground as I quickly feel lightheaded. Vision lands in front of me, extending a hand and saying “You alright, Miss...?”

“Maximoff. y/n Vision-Maximoff.”

He looks to me confused and says “Pardon, miss?”

“You’re my father. I suppose in another universe or something but you’re my dad.”

His eyes widen and he says “Oh.”

I smile and say “Thanks for saving me, I could’ve handled it though.”

“Ah yes, the whole losing blood and screaming really helped you in your fight.”

I look to him angrily saying “Oh my god. I already don’t like you. You’re definitely not my dad. My dad was actually the sweetest man to exist.”

“It’s not in my emotional capacity to feel human emotions, I’m afraid.”

“Lies.”

I look down to the blood seeping out of my leg and say “Is there a Wanda Maximoff in this universe?”

He nods saying “Yes.”

I nod saying “Show me to her?”

“I suppose I could.”

He grabs my wrist, pulling me into the air. I scream as we move at a rapid speed and I heave a sigh of relief as we land on the ground safely

I shakily push him away and mutter “Definitely.. not my father.”

I look to the house confused, saying “This is where she is?”

He nods and quickly abandons me. I mutter “Thanks a lot... dad.”

I walk towards the door and knock as I feel the blood pool out of my abdomen and leg.

The door opens and I look to a dark haired version of my mom. I open my mouth to say something and she says “Hello?”

I gasp saying “Mom.”

She looks to me confused and I hear the echoing “y/n! no! run..” I look around and suddenly Wanda pulls me into the house. I watch her confused as I see the spell slip off her illusion

Dr. Strange crosses his arms in front of me and says “Good of you to join us.”

I attempt to pull out of his grasp but his capture spell holds strong. I push him saying “Let me go!” 

“You’re the sole creation of the dark hold and I need your power.”

I grit my teeth saying “Where’s my mom!?”

“Dead.” he motions to Wanda in the corner and I scream “Mom!” 

“She can’t hear you. She’s gone, I’ve already gathered her powers. The wonders of the darkhold. But I’m limited, not having you. Only one being in all the multiverse that is balanced through the dark hold.”

I grit my teeth as I break the capture spell saying “You’ll never get my power. Like hell I’ll let you take my power.”

“Was I asking? I thought I made it clear I don’t need to ask permission.”

I twist my fingers, whisps of power quickly growing in my hands as I gather my attack behind my back

I throw the power towards him, shouting “No means no, asshole!” I storm out of the house, only to realize I’m in a constant time loop

No... god no.

“Mom...”

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Forgiveness ~ (Insanity Part 2)

Mom!wanda x daughter!reader

Description: This is a part 2 of Insanity

Warnings: can't sleep, wanda described as evil, angst, death mentioned,

Story Type: blurb?

A/N:

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The picture of her mother about to kill America was replaying in Y/N's mind as she rolls restlessly in bed. Steven Strange gave America Chavez and Y/N a place to sleep in his home. They are sharing a room, which is nice. Y/N doesn't feel to lonely.

After Y/N's mother, the scarlet witch (aka Wanda Maximoff), realized her mistakes she destroyed the throne. Now Y/N lies in bed wondering if Wanda is okay or not. What if her mother is dead? How is Y/N to know?

Warm tears make their way down Y/N's cheeks. She rolls around trying to become comfortable, but to no avail. She throws her blanket off in aggravation. Y/N then climbs down from the top bunk, quietly so she doesn't wake America, and swiftly leaves the room. Y/N walks down the steps and goes to Strange's kitchen, pouring a glass of water. As she lifts the glass to take a drink, a voice from behind her says: "Its a bit late to be out if bed, eh?"

Y/N jumps, nearly spilling all the water. She turns around to face the male voice. The dark figure lurking behind is none other than Dr Steven Strange, the man who brought you to life- again.

"Is my mom alright?" Y/N's voice seemed to bounce of the walls, which made the silence after all the more deadly. "If she's dead you can tell me, I am a big girl."

"I don't think she's dead. She's strong."

"She's scary." Y/N admits, remembering the vicious look in the red heads eyes. Y/N had never seen her mother so blood thirsty, and it frightened the girl. She knew it was all for a good purpose but still, how can she see Wanda the same way? Her sweet mother who used to bake cookies with Y/N when Y/N had bad days? And who was open and honest with Y/N when she was sad? And who would watch movies with Y/N when the kids at school were mean to her? Wanda was the perfect mom! Y/N can't imagine her brainwashing an entire town or killing an innocent teen girl.

"She's lost control. I know you know that it was all out of love, but you don't really realise. Wanda didn't mean to make this big of a mess, all she wants is a family. You. Not to hurt people, or rule the world, or hurt innocent girls. She just wanted to find you. You were her everything, so when she lost you she had nothing. No lover, no brother, no parents, her team was ripped apart by Thanos, the government wants to track everything she does, the list goes on. But even after all that, she had you. Her pride and joy. But she lost you. And she had nothing left. Nothing. She was completely alone, with all this power." As the doctor speaks, Y/N tries to wrap her mind around it all.

"I need to speak to my mom."

"Well, we don't know where she is or even if she's okay." Strange says, trying to calm the young girl down. But Y/N spoke again in certainty:

"I need to find my mom."

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[geeky-politics-46]

Who is the weirdo who decided what better way to deal with stress over the mid-term election than to write a story about America learning about democracy and getting excited over the idea of voting?

Me. It's me.

If our democracy is going down in flames tomorrow I'm at least going to make it stronger in my imaginary world.

I honestly don't know what the crystal ball holds for US democracy after tomorrow night, but if you believe in any form of deity please pray that the American public makes the right decisions. Pray that we stood up and chose democracy over creeping authoritarianism. Hold on to your hats folks it's gonna be a very long few days, but hopefully the story I post will make it a little easier. Also depending on results binge watching West Wing & Veep again.

And here's a few gifs about democracy, choose whichever one fits best after the potential car wreck or miracle...

[luminnara]

Traditions | Feyd-Rautha x Reader

REQUEST: As Feyd-Rautha's wife-to-be, you have moved to the Harkonnen homeworld to await your wedding. You're doing your best to adhere to their customs, but when a supposed doctor examines your 'purity,' Feyd-Rautha's reaction is anything but calm.

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Requests are open! This was one of the first I received for Feyd-Rautha, I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: SA in a medical setting (not graphic but also more than just implied), canon typical violence (also not graphic)

Harkonnen customs were strange.

Harkonnens were strange.

Everything about Giedi Prime felt alien to you—its black sun, bathing the world in infrared; its barren landscape, polluted and abused by years of unbridled industry; and, perhaps most of all, its nobility, the Baron and his his nephew, Feyd-Rautha.

“A Harkonnen?” You had choked out when your parents informed had you of the decision. You had been in disbelief, as if reality had come to slap you in the face. All you had ever known was your homeworld and the comforts of the family palace, on a planet that was lush and beautiful. Everything you had ever heard of the Harkonnen homeworld was the opposite—harsh and inhospitable, its people even more so. You had resisted the information initially, refusing to believe that your life was changing so suddenly and so dramatically.

But, ever the dutiful daughter, you stood and met the na-Baron when he arrived, openly staring at his appearance while another Harkonnen introduced him. Feyd-Rautha was extremely pale, his skin nearly white, and, like the rest of the delegation from Giedi Prime, he was hairless. He did not even have eyebrows, and as your father welcomed him to your world, you wondered if he was truly hairless, everywhere.

As your thoughts wandered, the na-Baron’s eyes slid to you, meeting yours. You suddenly felt as though you had been caught doing something naughty, the way he looked at you, drinking you in, tilting his head slightly as he appraised you.

“Is the na-Baron pleased with what he sees?” You spoke up in a moment of bravery.

His eyes raked over your body and he smirked, making a rough sound you assumed might be a laugh.

“Oh yes, princess.” His voice was just as harsh as you’d expected. “Very.”

Feyd-Rautha spent a week on your planet, courting you in the ways of your House. He presented you with gifts of refined spice and Harkonnen riches, knives and strangely austere jewelry. He walked with you in the evenings, where you spoke of mundane things, unsure of what you were meant to do in his presence exactly, and he watched you like a hawk hunting a field mouse. When the week was up, you accompanied him back to Giedi Prime to prepare for the wedding, leaving your homeworld behind.

Feyd-Rautha was less well behaved when not surrounded by the members of another House. He was an unsettling, panther-like man, always on the hunt for something to kill…and when you arrived on his planet, you saw that he sometimes killed without abandon, fighting drugged prisoners in a public arena to satisfy his own ego.

You were not sure that you wanted him as your husband—he seemed somewhat disinterested in you, leaving you to the guest chambers you would eventually be moving out of in favor for his bed. Your first week on Giedi Prime was another of courtship, though this time in the ways of his people, and you were honored to witness his fighting prowess in that arena beneath that strange sun. You dined with him and his uncle the Baron Vladimir, a large and unpleasant man, one you could tell your husband-to-be felt no real love towards. Feyd-Rautha simply enjoyed that he would one day take the Baron’s place, and when Vladimir commented on your figure one evening, you saw the way Feyd’s jaw tensed. Perhaps he did want you as his wife, after all.

Another strange Harkonnen custom revealed itself to you toward the end of that week, when a doctor entered your chambers and informed you that your purity was to be inspected.

“My apologies, but…what?” You asked, confused. You had never heard of such a thing. Surely he couldn’t possibly mean what you thought he meant…?

“We must ensure that none other than the na-Baron have had you, milady.” The man explained. You noticed he sported a gray sash around his middle, and you assumed it was some sort of uniform. “It must be guaranteed that you are untouched, and that the heir you provide will be the na-Baron’s and no one else’s.”

You felt your face grow warm with anger and embarrassment. “Is my word not enough?”

“I’m afraid this is tradition, milady.” He stared at you with intense, beady eyes. “The na-Baron was eager to honor the customs of your House. You do not want him to think you are refusing those of House Harkonnen, do you?”

No, you did not. The last thing you wanted was to anger Feyd-Rautha and potentially drive your future husband even further away from you. You did not want to seem rude, nor did you want to cause a fuss…and you had been examined by doctors before, though perhaps not for this exact reason. You could withstand a few moments of awkward discomfort, you reasoned, if it meant avoiding an unhappy marriage.

“You do not have any instruments,” you noted.

The doctor smiled, revealing the black teeth of the Harkonnens. “Medical instruments are not necessary for this, milady. Please, move to the bed so that I may examine you.”

You rose from your place at the simple table in the center of the room, abandoning your half-eaten breakfast. As you turned, you felt the doctor’s eyes watching you a chill prickled the back of your neck. You needed to relax, you told yourself; if you were expected to produce an heir, there would be many more invasive check ups far stranger than this. You had seen your mother pregnant with your younger siblings, and had heard her speaking with the midwives and Bene Gesserit woman who stalked the halls of the palace back home. Perhaps this was how you could ease yourself into all of that.

When you turned to face the doctor once more, you were relieved to see him standing just as you had left him. His smile unsettled you, but then so did most Harkonnen features, you realized as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Lay back and relax, milady.” He said, approaching you. “This won’t take but a moment.”

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To your surprise, Feyd-Rautha joined you for lunch that day. A servant had been sent ahead to inform you that the na-Baron would be arriving to your chambers shortly, but when he did, you insisted on eating elsewhere. The encounter with the doctor had done more than simply unsettle you—it had rattled your nerves, leaving you feeling angry and confused. Though the man was long gone, you had no desire to remain in that room any longer than you absolutely had to, and lunch could not come early enough.

The na-Baron led you to his own chambers and food was served for you there, at a well-sized table just as austere as the rest of the building’s furniture and decor. He watched as you picked at your food, pushing it around on your plate but hardly eating any, and he took the opportunity to attempt conversation.

“We will be wed soon,” he said.

You wanted to roll your eyes. You were in no mood for small talk, but remembered who exactly you were dealing with and stifled a sigh. “Yes, na-Baron, we will.”

He smirked. “I look forward to the consummation, milady.”

You felt bile rising in your throat. The thought of anyone touching you again at the moment made you sick and angry, and you hated him for his people’s customs.

Feyd-Rautha tilted his head as he looked at you. “Do you not?”

“I am sure it will be everything we hope for and more,” you grumbled, looking down at your plate.

“It is unavoidable,” he growled. “We must produce an heir.”

“And we will!” You snapped, glaring up at him. “And you will be happy to hear that your doctor’s examination went as expected, my lord.”

The venom in your words stunned him almost as much as the words themselves. If Feyd weren’t so busy working through what exactly you had just said, he may have been tempted to bend you over that table just to show you how hard you made him, wedding night be damned…but there were other matters at hand now.

“Doctor?” He asked, eye twitching as his brow furrowed in thought.

“Yes, the one who confirmed that I am, in fact, pure,” you spat, voice laced with pure malice now.

You saw what could only be anger bubbling inside of him as he straightened his shoulders. “How exactly was this achieved?”

“By—by the usual means, I presume,” you said, quickly growing afraid of Feyd-Rautha’s infamous temper should it make an appearance. “He…confirmed that I am…that I have never…”

The na-Baron stood suddenly, knocking in the table in his haste. “Describe him to me.”

“I-I don’t know, he was a doctor!” You stammered. “He looked like every other Harkonnen, I don’t know—“

“What did he wear?”

“A-all black, like everyone here…a sash, a gray sash, around his waist, and he had no instruments—“

“What?” Feyd-Rautha roared, fists slamming down onto the table.

You jumped at the sudden outburst, staring in confusion as he stood. "I apologize if I've upset you, I don't understand why you--"

"Come." he hissed, grabbing your arm roughly and hauling you out of your seat.

You shrieked in surprise, stumbling to keep up as he dragged you out of the room and down the corridor. "Na-Baron, what is the meaning of this?!"

You received no answer. Feyd-Rautha was too angry to speak, shoulders hunched and full of violent tension as he stomped down the halls. Servants and Harkonnen nobles alike scattered upon seeing him, and as you twisted your head to look back at them, you saw them whispering and looking after you with pity on their faces.

"Feyd-Rautha, this is absurd!" you protested.

He came to a halt in front of a door. Though the wait for it to slide open only took a few moments, it felt like agony, and you had nowhere to look aside from the na-Baron's heaving form. You had never seen a person so angry before, so utterly enraged that he was practically incoherent. His silence was frightening, as when the door finally opened, you felt relieved...until he grabbed you once more and brought you inside with him.

The room was full of Harkonnen men, and as they looked to the door in surprise, you realized that you had entered some sort of lounge. You recognized their uniforms as military, and at the sight of their na-Baron, they all immediately stood, saluting him and bowing their heads.

"Which one?" Feyd-Rautha hissed, pulling you to stand at his side.

"What?" you asked, still confused by this entire operation.

"Which man?" he asked, voice strained as if he were holding himself back.

As you looked around at the Harkonnens, whose faces were stoic but whose eyes were frightened, you realized what your almost-husband was asking of you. It was difficult to tell them apart--their pale faces blended into one, their uniforms all nearly identical save for subtle distinctions of rank. Then, an idea; the gray sash you remembered, surely the doctor still wore it? If he were there in the room with you, perhaps you could--

Yes.

There he was.

You recognized his face and your lips pressed into a thin line. Feyd-Rautha, whose eyes had been glued to you, watching your every tiny, minute move, noticed the way your eyes lingered. His lip curled into a sneer as he turned to look at the man, whose comrades had all immediately stepped away, leaving him alone and exposed.

"Captain." the na-Baron's voice was dangerous. It was terrifying. You had never heard another human make a sound so guttural, so animalistic, and yet still manage to form it into a recognizable word.

As the man took a panicked step backwards, Feyd-Rautha stalked toward him. Your future husband smoothly pulled a long knife from a hilt on someone's hip as he passed them by, and you could only stare as the captain was brutalized.

You had never seen such agony.

When Feyd-Rautha was finished with him and the room had finally quieted after the screams died out, he stood from the fresh corpse and turned to you, holding a weapon now dripping with dark blood as he faced you.

"For you," he said simply, sincerely, bowing his head yet never breaking eye contact.

You stared. You had no idea how to react upon witnessing such a barbaric act, one that was sure to play out in your nightmares for weeks to come. When you felt panic rising in your chest you forced it down, and mustered all of the courage you possibly could to say, "Thank you, my lord," and bow your head in return.

He seemed satisfied with this as the knife clattered to the floor and he strode forward to you. "Let us leave."

You agreed wholeheartedly, following him and leaving the other soldiers to collect the pieces of their captain, now strewn across the lounge. Feyd-Rautha held your arm once more as he led you down the corridor, though this time, he was far more gentle. Something had been released from within him, his bloodlust sated and his anger quelled for the moment, and as the reality of what you had just witnessed him do crashed down around you, you stumbled to a halt and doubled over.

"Milady?" he asked, confused, before he turned to see you holding a hand over your mouth as you desperately tried not to be sick. His hands gripped your elbows as he faced you, undeterred by your retching. "What is this? He is dead, there is nothing to--"

"You killed him!" you choked out as you gasped for air, the bile in your throat still threatening to come up.

"Yes," he said, head tilted as he looked at you. "Of course I did. For you, as a gift." Then he paused, thinking. "...Was there another? An assistant?"

"No!" you managed to swallow down the last of the bile, throat burning as you grasped your sweat-slick forehead with your palm. "No, there was only him, but--why would you do such a thing?"

Now he was truly bewildered. "Why wouldn't I kill the animal whose hands touched you before mine?"

"Because...I..." you huffed, glaring at him. "What is going on? What is all of this, over a custom of your people? I did not enjoy his examination by any means, but I am doing everything in my power to accept the customs of House Harkonnen with grace and dignity no matter how awful they are and this entire spectacle has now made that very difficult, na-Baron!"

"House Harkonnen does not practice such a thing," he sneered, eyes angry once more.

Your shoulders dropped in horror. "...Excuse me?"

"That man should never have been within a thousand lengths of you."

"...Oh..." the panic had returned, but now, it felt much worse, and your voice sounded impossibly small. You lowered your hand to your lips, chewing your nail in agitation.

"Do you understand?" Feyd-Rautha asked, still holding your elbows.

"...Yes, I'm afraid I do..."

He leaned in, his forehead meeting yours as he still stared at your eyes. You found his to be a deep, dark blue, an abyss that threatened to swallow you up. But right now, you wouldn't mind such a thing, if it meant you could hide away from the world forever.

"No one will every lay a hand on you." he growled. "No one but me."

"...You killed him for me," you whispered.

"I did."

"You avenged me...yet you did not proclaim your reason in front of those other men?"

"I do not need a reason to take a life," he barked a laugh.

You just nodded.

"And I would not humiliate my wife in such a manner." he straightened once more, letting go of your elbows and offering you his arm once more.

"Thank you," you said as you took it and began walking.

"It does not matter to me if you another man has had you before." he said, staring forward. "I know the children you will bear will be mine."

He said it with an arrogance that may have annoyed you had the situation been different. Now, it was a comfort that he had such a big ego.

"That is correct, na-Baron," you said, sighing in relief. At least the whole ordeal was over now, and you doubted anyone would be foolish enough to cross your path now that one man had already been publicly eviscerated.

"Call me Feyd."

"Thank you," you glanced up at him with a small smile. "Thank you, Feyd."

[hysteria-things]

can u do a story of like chris sturnolio being a dad ??

UNEXPECTED TURNS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at first, you were devastated to find out that you were pregnant at this age. now, realization hits and turns out it’s not so bad for not only you; but chris too.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFFY, angst in the beginning, flashbacks, panic attack

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST LIKE THIS I FIND THESE SO CUTE!

was gonna save this for another day but i’m too impatient LMAO

i’m trying to get through my inbox so there should be lots to come! hope you like it anon :)

*flashback*

‘pregnant’

you read the word at least ten times on the test in your violently shaking hand.

a sob leaves your throat as you tremble. “no.” you choke out.

you try your best to grab your phone and text chris, your boyfriend. you need him here, and you need him here now.

“y/n?” his voice echoes through the house. you steadied your breathing, but you’re still a trembling and crying mess on the bathroom floor.

you hear footsteps coming up the steps. “y/n?” he calls out again.

he runs over to the bathroom door and opens it. the panic shoots through your body again when you see him, and you breathe heavily. “i’m sorry.” you say between sobs.

chris worries all over his face. he kneels to you to take your shaky hands in his. “sorry about what? oh my god, what happened?”

you point to the counter where the test is. he knits his eyebrows together and grabs it off the countertop. he scans over it for a few beats before looking into your crying eyes.

he sets the test down, taking his thumbs and trying his best to rub as many tears away. “i’m sorry.” you repeat.

he brings your head into his chest and tries to shush you. “you have nothing to be sorry about.”

he rubs up and down your body in a soothing motion, whispering in your ear. he rocks you from side to side.

his chin is resting on top of your head. “i’m with you on whatever decision you make. you know that right?” he tells you, kissing your head.

you nod. your ear is on his heartbeat, which is strangely calm. you close your eyes to focus on the rhythm, your breathing steadying along with it.

*9 months later*

tears of joy leave your eyes when the doctor carefully places your daughter in your arms. chris held onto your hand tight the whole birth. he rests his forehead on yours and kisses your nose, then the top of your little girl’s head.

“thank you for giving her to me.” you smile at chris.

“are you kidding? you’re the one that went through hell for nine months.” you and him both chuckle. “you’re a warrior, y/n. don’t ever forget that.”

holding your child for the first time is a different type of love. you never want to let them go.

despite both of you being 20, you know you guys can be the best parents to your baby girl.

*now*

chris sighs when he hears your one-year-old in the pack-and-play he set up in the living room. she’s been crying nonstop.

he gets up from the couch and walks over, leaning to get a better view of her. “what is it, little miss?” he says, reaching into the pack-and-play to pick her up.

she stops her crying to look at her father for a split second, but then goes back to the tantrum. “ma-ma.” she cries.

“your mama is taking a nap. she needs to rest.”

that only makes sadie cry harder, and chris tuts. “let’s take a look outside.”

you guys bought a house during your pregnancy, still close to his and your family. it came with a beautiful backyard.

ever since sadie was born, she has been so fascinated by looking outside. it always worked to calm down her little outbursts.

chris turns so his back is facing the glass door. her head rests on his shoulder as she looks at the summer greenery and flowers. her crying immediately stops, and now she’s doing rapid sniffles.

he rubs her back in a soothing circular motion and rocks from side to side. “i don’t like when you’re this upset, little miss. everything’s okay, i promise.”

her cheek rests on his shoulder, her breathing going back to normal.

when it seems to be a little too quiet, he peeks to look at her face, seeing sadie holding on tight to his arm and sleeping peacefully.

he rolls his eyes but smiles. “so dramatic.” he mumbles. “i wonder who you get it from.”

chris walks the sleeping infant into her nursery to set her down in the crib. before doing so, he kissed her on the cheek.

he stays there to admire what’s in front of him. she most definitely has your face and hair, but she has his blue eyes.

this was not a part of the plan in your relationship; at least not this soon. however, you guys wouldn’t want it any other way.

and that’s the beauty of unexpected turns.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom

[thehighladywrites]

THIS ISN’T GOODBYE, THIS IS SIMPLY SEE YOU LATER…

⋆˙⟡ pairing: ex husband/baby daddy rhysand x fem reader

⋆˙⟡ summary: people who love each other will always find their way back. you and rhys divorced a few years ago, but you will always love each other

⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+, mdni light angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, smut, violent behavior (not rhysand), misogyny, they’re in love your honor😔

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i’m a little iffy about this bc i feel like it could be better but i hope you love it. The smut isn’t really that smutty, it’s more fluffy. Please, let me know what you think; leave a comment😌💗 also english isn’t my first language so if something doesn’t make sense, ignore💀 ALSO LISTEN TO CEILINGS BY LIZZY WHEN YOU GET TO THE RUNNING SCENE PLS IT’S GONNA MAKE SO MUCH SENSE (i hope)

Getting back into the dating scene after your divorce felt strange. Unbeknownst to you, you found yourself unconsciously comparing every man to Rhys, nitpicking on their behavior. Seated at a beautiful restaurant with a guy quite different from your usual choices, things seemed promising until he gave you some backhanded compliments.

“You say you're a doctor? You?” His words grated on your nerves, and you couldn't fathom why he was so shocked.

“Yes, I am. Is that surprising to you?” you retorted.

He chuckled nervously and shook his head. “No, no. I just pegged you for a nurse or something. You know, something more feminine.”

Your hopes deflated. Turns out, this guy wasn't different at all—he was just like every pompous and misogynistic man out there.

Keeping your cool, you fire back with a smirk,

“Is this coming from the person who just told me they bake for a living? I pegged your for a construction worker, you know, something more masculine.” With a smile you excuse yourself from the table, leaving him puzzled and perhaps questioning his outdated assumptions. Your departure left him to contemplate his lacking dinner date skills.

In the search for someone matching the love you'd known, you found yourself in a loop of comparing every date to Rhys. You shook your head, realizing you needed to stop this habit and maybe, just maybe, find happiness beyond those high standards.

With a dramatic exhale, you frowned, blaming Rhys for your lousy love life. After all, he had treated you like a goddess, setting extremely untouchable standards.

—

As if the mother herself had heard your wish, you finally met a somewhat decent man who wasn’t giving you any backhanded compliment or was making you feel uncomfortable. Although he was somewhat nice he was a little bland and not something you would typically go for. He was very nice with your daughters but could have a temper.

But beggars can’t be choosers right?

With utmost tenderness, you approached the conversation with your twin daughters, explaining the new man in your life. In soft words, you explained that mommy and daddy weren't together anymore, framing it as a journey of finding happiness even though you deep down weren’t feeling the happiness you portrayed. You emphasized the still-there love between you and their father, assuring them that sometimes people are just better off as friends.

Even though the news initially saddened them, your gentle touch in explaining the complexities of grown-up emotions, coupled with the warmth of your smile, melted their worries away. As they saw the happiness radiating from you, your daughters embraced the idea, understanding that your heart always carried love for them and their father.

Little did you know that your mischievous baby girls spilled the news to Rhysand, sharing every detail about the man you were seeing, your dates, and even telling him that you still loved Daddy. However, being the little dramatists they were, they exaggerated, making it seem like you were head over heels for him.

Despite almost three years of separation and the seemingly agreement to divorce, the twins' confession ignited a flame of jealousy in Rhysand. The mere thought of you going on dates and being entertained by other men stirred an irrational desire within him to claim you as his own. Witnessing other males treating you and touching you made him feel absolutely murderous.

He hates that you’re not together anymore, hates that you don’t wear your wedding ring even tho he wears his, he hates that he’s not by your side. But most of all he hates himself for ever letting your marriage break apart.

Rhys had attempted countless times to mend what was once whole, to win you back and rebuild what had crumbled. However, you always hesitantly turned him down, insisting that you couldn't put each other through that hurt again.

The fact that the girls spoke so highly of the man you were dating only fueled Rhysand's jealousy and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes dramatically. “Oh, he’s so nice, took us out for ice cream and we went to the theater,” they gushed. He couldn't shake the feeling that it should've been him – watching plays with you and your daughters, taking them out for ice cream together. The longing for the life he once had with you remained a persistent ache in his heart.

Of course he doesn’t let it go the next time you come around to drop off the girls

The joyful echoes of your daughters filled Rhysand's new and massive mansion, quickly greeting their father and saying goodbye before dashing inside, leaving you and Rhysand alone. Observing them run to the living room, playing with their new toys, you couldn't help but smile. With their father's violet eyes and dark hair, they were practically clones of Rhysand.

Caught in the moment, you looked up at Rhysand, finding his captivating eyes already fixed on you.

Fuck.

The intensity of his gaze almost made you forget the dinner plans with your boyfriend.

“I heard you were seeing someone,” he remarked, and you froze, feeling an unexpected twinge of embarrassment. It wasn't supposed to be a secret; you just weren't ready to share it yet. Trying to save face, you swallowed back any stutter and inquired,

“Who told you that?”

“My daughters told me all about him.”

That’s what you get for trusting 6 year olds. Your attempt at secrecy shattered, and you found yourself apologizing,

“Ah, sorry for not telling you about it; it's all very new, but the kids seem to like him. And I promise he wouldn’t be around them if i didn’t trust him.”

Rhysand's jaw ticked in frustration. Well, wasn't that just fucking great? Your daughters not only liked but loved the guy, and here you were, agreeing with them.

“So, you two hit it off. How marvelous.”

You sighed and looked away,

“Please, just don’t.”

Silence hung in the air as you both stood there, the weight of unspoken emotions filling the room. Breaking the silence, you sighed, signaling your readiness to leave your old house.

“Okay then, I'll be leaving now. I'll come pick them up later tonight. Thanks for watching them tonight, I know it was last minute. But, um, actually, can I pick them up tomorrow instead?” you asked, and Rhysand felt a flicker of suspicion, silently praying he was wrong.

“ I thought we agreed on tonight. Do you have other plans?” he inquired, hoping for a straightforward answer.

Your face flushed red as you considered explaining the evening's plans, but it felt wrong to share such details with Rhys. Opting for a lie, you hoped he wouldn't catch on.

“Oh, yeah, I've got some things I need to do at the hospital tonight. You know, just some reports on a few patients. Nothing major, but I might be a bit... worn out tonight, and that's why I need to pick them up tomorrow.”

The half-truth hung in the air, and Rhysand's suspicions lingered, creating a subtle tension in the farewell.

“So this has nothing to do with you going on a date with your little friend? Sorry, boyfriend.”

Before you could respond, Rhysand stepped closer, closing the gap until there was almost no room between you. You backed away slowly until your back hit the front door. His towering presence made you look up at him, a shiver running down your spine. Tilting his head, he approached your ear, and the soft words he spoke, combined with the warm breath on your skin, sent a wave of heat through your body.

“It should be us, love. Please come back to me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the proximity. As his hands came around your waist, turning you around so your back rested against his sturdy chest, it became impossible to leave the embrace of his warmth. Deep down, a part of you didn't want to escape the intoxicating sense of his presence.

He pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms around your middle as his calm heartbeat pounds against your back, his words confessing a truth that breaks your heart twice.

Once, because the vision he paints sounds so ideal – the two of you getting back together, going on dates, playing with your daughters, being a whole family again. It's the life you had once dreamed of, the life you wanted with the man you spent centuries with, the father of your kids, your greatest love.

The second break comes with the painful reminder of why you found yourself in this mess in the first place. Rhysand had been too consumed by his work, constantly holed up in his office, neglecting the precious time with you and your daughters. Despite understanding the importance of his duties, you couldn't help feeling the sting of neglect. It reached a breaking point when your girls tearfully asked for their daddy every night, only to find he wasn't there.

Realizing the toll this dynamic took on your family's well-being, you made the difficult decision to part ways. Telling Rhys that you weren't good for each other at the moment, you emphasized the need for him to work on himself and find a balance between work and family.

As you gather the strength to move out of his grip, facing him becomes the hardest task.

Turning around to meet his gaze, his face reveals the devastation within. His once vibrant features now wear a sad and empty color. You utter words that add another layer to the heartbreak,

“Rhys, please, you know we can't. Someday but not now.”

His eyes gloss over as he whispers,

“Fate was not in our favor, my dear. But I swear on everything I have, I will do my best to earn you back.”

Tears well up as he kisses your forehead, whispering promises of finding a way back to you.

The weight of the unspoken goodbye lingers, and you walk away, hoping that time and healing would pave a path for the future you both yearned for.

Because you did want to be with him, you really fucking did, and you cried the whole way home. Rhys had given you the town house while he lived in the River estate. The tears flowed even more freely as you sat in your empty and silent house.

Each sob intensified as you went to your cold and empty bed, the very one that used to cradle him in – your husband, your heart. The ache of the empty space beside you was a painful reminder of the love that once filled those sheets, now replaced by solitude and the haunting echo of what had been lost.

—

Your puffy eyes opened slowly, abruptly yanked from a deep slumber by the pounding on your door. Glancing at the clock on your desk, the numbers 1:46 glared back at you – who the hell could it be at this hour? Irritated, you stumbled to the door, ready to chew out whoever dared disturb your sleep.

The door slammed open, revealing Sam standing there, visibly upset. Your still-sleepy brain failed to connect the dots fast enough, and it took a moment to register that you were supposed to be on a date with him tonight. The realization dawned, and you found yourself caught in the awkward aftermath of a missed arrangement, facing Sam with both confusion and exhaustion etched on your face.

“Where the hell have you been? I have been waiting for hours,” he exclaimed, his worried and angry eyes searching yours.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, you pulled him in by his hands, urging him to come inside. Apologizing over and over, you hugged him tightly, saying that you fell asleep over and over until he forgave you.

A part of you knew you did it to calm his potentially violent reaction.

“At least your alive. Next time, let me know so I don't look like a fucking idiot,” he said, his comment irking you despite understanding where he was coming from.

Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around Sam's neck, pulling him into a distracting kiss that escalated quickly.

Before he could say anything more about the situation and grow even more angry you kissed him again, trying to shift his focus elsewhere, which was easy. He lifted you and walked you toward the bed, the same one you had shared with Rhys.

Suddenly, a wave of panic hit you at the thought of another male's scent mixing with Rhysand's. With huffed breath and panicked words, you interrupted the moment, “No, not the bed. Let's just use the couch instead.”

Your urgency left no room for argument as you pulled him toward the living room, desperate to avoid a mix of past and present that could overwhelm you with regret.

—

The birds chirping outside stirred you from your sleep as you stretched in your soft bed. Morning got here quicker than you thought. However, the warmth you felt next to you wasn't just the morning sun – it was Sam. Your eyes opened, facing the clock, you saw it was very early in the morning, 3:57. The memories of the previous hours hit you like a brick. A bigger realization followed – Sam's scent now filled the air, replacing the familiar citrusy aroma that had been your husband’s for centuries.

This revelation overwhelmed you, making you want to throw up as tears welled up as panic set in. Crying over this felt foolish, considering your separation from Rhys, but it made everything feel permanent and official, like there was no turning back. The chance to reconcile seemed lost.

As you stood up, the room spun with regret, and you slithered to the bathroom. The sight that greeted you made your stomach churn – bruises covered your neck, arms, and legs. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were swollen. More tears fell as regret, deep sorrow, and the weight of your choices consumed you.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to be like this at all.

In your panicked state, you stepped into the shower, hoping to wash away not only the physical remnants of the night but also the emotional burden that clung to your every step.

The steaming shower brought no comfort, and as you shut it off and walked up to the mirror, wiping away steam, you saw a hollowness in your own eyes. The water didn't wash away the feel of Sam's hands on you. But you knew you could drink a tonic for the bruises, so you could atleast pretend it never happened.

Frustrated and heartbroken, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. The one person you needed the most, Rhys, felt impossibly distant, intensifying the ache inside you.

Desperation took over, and wiping away tears, you threw on a robe, downed the healing tonic and quickly ran over to his house. Each step carried regret and a deep yearning to fix what had gone wrong.

Your Rhys, the father of your children, yours.

He was what you needed in the moment, he’d make it all better.

In the midst of irrationality and impulsivity, you could not find it in you to care about the consequences. All you needed was him.

You burst into his estate, slamming open the doors before frantically searching for him.

“Rhys?”

Your attempt at a yell came out as an ugly cry, tear-stained and choked.

Yet, it was enough to grab his attention.

Rhysand descended the stairs, clad only in pants, his trademark messy bedhead on display as worry etched across his face.

It was so unlike you, and it had him speculating the worst.

Before he could ask you any questions, you ran up to him and broke down in his arms. Rhysand immediately comforted you, picking you up, and hauling you upstairs to his bedroom.

No words were needed as he undressed your sobbing form and put you in his shirt before pulling you closer to him, making you sit in his lap.

Your face buried in his neck, tears dampening his skin. Rhysand, familiar with your ways, sensed you’d open up when ready. He sat, holding you, flooding your mind with love and reassurance without a single word.

Rhysand conjured a glass of water, holding it to your lips, ensuring you didn't exert yourself. As you downed the refreshing water, he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering by your neck. His thumb traced soothing circles on your cheek, a silent gesture of comfort.

“Thank you, Rhysie. M’sorry for showing up like this but I just needed you.”

His gaze intensified, his grip firm yet reassuring as he held your chin, locking eyes with you. With a seriousness that touched deeply, he spoke, his words carrying a sense of unwavering commitment.

“You don’t apologize for it. I’m here for you, no matter what. Do you understand?”

You nod, throat closing up at the wave of emotions,

“I understand.”

He leans forward, kissing your forhead while cradling your head,

“Good girl. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

With teary eyes you look up to him and reveal what’s on your mind.

“I want us back together again. We belong together and I’m tired of pretending we don’t. I miss you so much. You’ve been working on yourself and I’ve been doing the same. I know we’re ready.”

Rhysand remained silent, his eyes studying you carefully. He sensed an emotional storm within you and was hesitant about decisions made in this state.

“I do not disagree. Reuniting our family, especially getting you back, my sweet girl, is my ultimate desire. But, I want you to sleep on it. I want us to discuss this when we're well-rested and more alert. What do you say?”

You knew you were being rash and quick, so you were thankful for Rhysand's guidance. You nodded in agreement.

He kissed your cheek and gently placed you under the sheets, joining you in bed. Rhysand pulled you closer, and soon you were resting on his chest, listening to the steady thudding of his heart.

“I’ve always loved you, Rhys, so much. I hope you know that.”

His heartbeat quickened as he pulled you even closer.

“I know, sweetheart. I love you too.”

—

The chirping birds and soft sunlight streaming through the window woke you up gently. Your body felt completely relaxed and at ease, knowing you were safe and sound. Stretching lazily, you sighed in contentment before rolling over in bed.

You felt the warmth of something next to you, so you snuggled closer, enjoying the comfort. After a few moments, you felt it stir.

The moving object was Rhysand. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, you almost scrambled away in panic before the events of this early morning flooded back to you.

Despite the fact that you had left your boyfriend alone in your house and now found yourself in your ex's bed, cuddled up to him, you didn't feel any panic. Instead, you felt indifferent. You felt surprisingly good, even better than before. You felt right. Like everything was in it’s place.

“Don't panic,” Rhysand murmured softly, reaching out to gently stroke your back. “We need to have that talk, darling.”

Nodding silently, you agreed to follow him downstairs, your mind racing.

You couldn't help but melt around him. There was no need to even use your brain around him. Rhys made everything feel delightful as he began fussing over you. He did everything from dressing you in the cutest outfits to gently brushing your hair. With his big, warm, comforting hands, he led you downstairs, making every step feel like a new chapter starting.

Once in the kitchen, Rhysand set to work, expertly whipping up breakfast as you watched him, a knot of anticipation forming in your stomach. You knew this conversation was important, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as you observed his familiar movements in the kitchen.

You couldn't help but admire Rhysand as he moved around the kitchen, his muscles flexing with every movement. He had a newfound confidence about him, a certain dad-like aura that only added to his appeal. His masculine energy was buzzing, and combined with his good looks, it was hard not to be drawn to him. Rhys had grown impossibly more majestic and stunningly handsome in the years you were seperated.

Rhysand caught you staring, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and suggestive. The heat rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away, unable to hide your blush.

“Maybe I do,” you whisper teasingly, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Careful,” he warns with a playful glint in his eyes, matching your flirtatious tone.

As he handed you a plate filled with nostalgic food, you couldn't help but feel touched by his thoughtfulness. He had even removed the bits you didn’t like, showing that he remembered even the smallest details about you. It warmed your heart to know that he still cared so deeply.

After you finished eating, he cleared his throat with a serious yet excited tone and said, “Let's talk.”

With a nod, you accept and he extends his hand, guiding you to a cozy sitting room.

“Where are the twins?” you ask, curious when you don’t hear or see your daughters.

“They’re with Cassian and Nesta. They came and picked them up earlier this morning,” he responds.

You nod again, then sit down on the cushy couch next to him.

“Rhys, I’ve thought about it for a while, and I think yesterday just cemented it for me. I think I’m ready for us again, and I’ve missed us together. What do you think? I mean, do you want me too?”

He flashed you his most sincere and hidden smile he only showed you and grabbed your chin with his pointer and thumb

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you more than words can express. Of course, I want us to be together again. You are my everything and I will never again risk you.”

He took a deep breath and looked down, his voice filled with remorse.

“I've hated myself for letting you go so easily. I wasn't there for you or the girls, and it will always be my biggest regret. I vow to never again disappoint you and to do everything in my power to earn back your trust in my presence. Please forgive me.”

As the faint burn of the promising bargain tattoo emerges on both his and your wrists, a soft smile graces your lips. With gentle assurance, you reach out and place your hand on his, your touch offering comfort and calmness.

“Rhys, I forgive,” you say sweetly and hopeful. “I've missed you, and I want us to be together again. Let's leave the past behind us and focus on building a future together, okay?”

Feeling his arms around you, you melt into the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. His touch is comforting, and you revel in the warmth of his warmth. As he gently squeezes your waist, you giggle, feeling a sense of joy wash over you.

He attacked your cheek with kisses, making him land on top of you on the couch as your back rested on the seats.

“But I think we should take it slow. Maybe start off by going on dates.”

He pulls back and looks at you, his gaze intense yet tender. “Yes. Let's take it slow. We have all the time in the world, no need to rush.”

You both sit there, locked in a silent exchange, the air thick with anticipation as you inch closer to each other.

“We definitely shouldn't kiss, right?” you ask, feeling the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

His arms tighten around you as he speaks softly, his words grazing your lips. “We shouldn't.”

The moment your lips touch, tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It's been so long since you felt the familiar warmth of his kisses, the feeling of home in his embrace. Rhysand, your darling, the love of your life—you've missed him more than words can express.

As the kisses grow more messy and desperate, a soft whimper escapes your lips, causing his eyes to darken with desire.

A sudden panic washed over you at the thought of your now ex-boyfriend waking up to find you gone.

“Rhys, I have to go back and end things with Sam,” you blurted out, your voice raspy and flustered between kisses.

Rhys's expression darkened as he heard about your ex-boyfriend.

“I'll handle it,” he declared, determination lacing his voice.

“What does that mean?” you pressed, curious and a little concerned.

He responded with a secretive smile, kissing you again, his touch making you melt into him.

“Don’t worry your little head about it. I got it covered,” he assured, his tone confident and reassuring.

So you let it go. If he said he had it handled, then you trusted him to take care of it.

His assurance left you feeling cared for, sparking a desire for more. More of him, and more of that comforting reassurance he provided.

Before you could voice your need for him, he beat you to it. With a tender kiss on your forehead, he spoke softly.

“I’m going to take you upstairs and make up for lost time. But before we start, I’m going to feed you a little bit more. Don’t argue, you’re going to need the energy.”

Your mind went blank, slipping into a submissive state, ready to follow his lead without question.

With a nod, you rose from your seat, arms outstretched in silent compliance.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured as he lifted you effortlessly, cradling you in his arms. With each step towards the kitchen, his gentle strokes on your hair and whispered promises of what lay ahead sent shivers down your spine, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

After quickly eating the food he conjured up, you stood up in a rush and grabbed his hand, urging him to take you upstairs right away.

He chuckled and scooped you up, showering kisses on your lips and neck as he carried you upstairs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his middle.

Your nails dig into his scalp, head thrown back as you whimper with pleasure. Your toes curl as his teeth graze against a sensitive spot, his smirk growing against your skin.

“Tell me, darling. How do you want it today?”

You're only aware that you're inside the bedroom when he sets you down in front of the bed.

You know exactly how you want it. You want him to take charge, dominating your every move, just like he used to. Rhys knew how quickly you submitted to him, and he had a hunch of how tonight would go. It was easy slipping into those roles with him in charge. So you look up at him with a shy smile, fondling with the strings of his dark linen pants, and tell him.

“Can we please do level four?”

Pride spread across him at your good manners. He loved that you still knew what to do even after years of not being together.

He would have sent all his loving emotions through the bond if it existed. The absence of a bond between him and you always seemed abnormal. Both of you questioned the Mother’s decision all the time, hiding the fact that you both were scared of the possibility of your mates popping up and claiming the other.

Shaking away his thoughts, he smiled at your words again and complied.

Step by step, he undressed you, his eyes never leaving yours. Rhysand’s eyes dropped to your pebbled nipples, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the intense attention he gave you.

“You still remember the safe word?” he rasped out, his pupils expanding as you nodded, your lips nervously caught between your teeth.

He pounced on you, eagerly kissing you in a brusing manner as he tightened his arms around you. Rhys slowly made you back, resulting in you falling backwards into the bed before he climbed on top of you.

His hands found your waist amd subtly squeezed before sliding up to your boobs and playing with your hardened nipples.

You whimpered in pleasure, making him smile as he lowered his mouth to attatch to your right breast. His wet, warm tounge swirled around the bud, biting and licking soothingly. He repeated the move on the other side, reveling in the way you were squirming under him.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?”

“Not enough.”

So his hand slid down your body until his thumb brushed over your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled back when he put pressure on it, rubbing tight circles against you. It was almost mortifying how quick you melted and lost your mind.

A few more circles and you’d be cumming. Almost, almost.

The pleasure was short-lived when he removed his thumb, causing you to pout slightly as your brows furrowed in confusion.

“No teasing. You can play later, I’ve missed you too much.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a heated makeout session.

You also wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered against his lips,

“I need you so bad, please. I need your entire being.”

He slipped one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he added another finger and felt your walls pulse around him. Rhys pulled them out before shoving them back in, repeating the move, stroking your walls. He curled his fingers inside as he carefully watched your face morph from a begging expression to a fucked out smile.

“I will give you whatever your heart desires,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again. As he did, he conjured his massive and majestic wings, spreading them proudly behind him, a breathtaking display of power.

Your wobbly smile melted into tears of joy as you whispered, “There you are,” feeling overwhelmed by the rush of emotions at seeing him again.

Rhys didn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He held onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy, circling it and letting your wetness drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his cock, he used it as a lubricant before he slid himself inside you.

Rhys pulled out and then in again until his entire cock was stuffed in you. He then leaned forward, putting his forehead in the crook of your neck, gently biting and sucking hickies onto your skin. He began thrusting, harder and harder. The entire room echoing with skin slapping, groans and pornstar-like moans.

Rhysand’s gripped your hips in a brusing manner, rocking them back and forth forth as he moved his own hips.

He lifted his head and gently brought his hand to your face, cupping your chin as he murmured,

“You're mine. Mine to love, to fuck, to have.”

You nod eagerly, your need evident.

“Only yours, baby. Forever and always, yours.”

He growled softly and turned your body around so you were on all fours. Gripping your hair, he pulled it back, causing your back to arch against his chest.

Rhysand put his dick back in and pumped deliciously against that spongy spot that had you acting like a mindless fool.

“You got fucked this good while we were seperated, hm?”

His hand snaked up and held your neck, applying a gentle pressure, a hint of restraint, as he taunted you.

Of course, he already knew the answer. But it was always nice to hear it from you.

“M-right, there, no one compares to you. No one could ever, ah fuck, do me this good. P-please, let me cum.”

“Fuck, yeah that’s right. But I think it’s a little too early for you to cum. I told you I wanted to make up for lost time. We’re nowhere near done.”

You let out a whine at the denial, a little vexed that he didn’t give you permission yet. But you knew he had plans so you decided to wait in hopes of getting something better.

“Good things come for good girls, you know that right?”

“I understand. Just keep going.”

You knew you forgot to add a please and were more than happy when he gave your puffy clit a slap.

“Manners.”

“Keep going, please.”

He chuckled at how quick you gave in and kissed your cheek, letting go of your hair and pushing you forward to your elbows and knees. Rhys grabbed your hips and gave you deep, slow and intentional strokes. Almost like he wanted you to cum early.

Rhys kept going for a long time, bringing you to the edge, only to snatch away pleasure in the last second. You were tired but knew all of this was building up into the most intense and powerful orgasm ever.

“Do you know how much I love you? Do you have any idea how deep my love for you goes?”

Cue the waterworks.

Really, his words started making you bawl right there. With concern etched on his face, he gently moved you into missionary, turning the back-breaking backshots into a tender moment. As he pushed in for the last time, he hovered above you, his forearms on either side of your head, kissing your puffy lips.

“I love you too, Rhysie, so, so much. There's really no one I love more than you.”

Your words were raspy and choked, his words were sweet and understanding.

“I know, sweet girl. I know you do.”

Suddenly, a snap felt in your chest. You both locked eyes, breathing heavily as you felt a thread weaving your very souls together. Tears prickled in your eyes at his words.

As the realization of the mating bond sinked in, a warm glow envelops both of you, filling the room with a sense of love and belonging. Rhysand's eyes softened even more, if that's possible, as he gazed into your tear-filled eyes.

“You're my mate,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and reverence. “My soulmate, my other half.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, feeling the connection between you grow stronger with each passing moment. “And you're mine,” you replied, your voice filled with emotion. “Forever and always.”

Rhysand moved quicker and quicker, finally allowikg you to cum.

You were on the verge of passing out, the only reason there was any sort of fight in you left was because of the charged bond.

Before he pulled out, you locked your legs around him and begged him to stay inside. He did and slumped on top of you, his head resting on your raising and falling chest. You ran your hands through his damp, dark hair and reveled in warmth when he wrapped his wings around the two of you.

You both rest for a while before starting up again. Normally, a session like this would have you knocked out cold but you guessed it was the fresh bond.

The entire day was spent tangled in sheets and fucking in showers, other rooms, hallways, kitchens, roofs. Rhysand also sent a mental message to everyone in the inner circle, breaking the news and asking them not to disturb you for at least a week. He also asked Cassian to keep looking after the girls and warned that anyone who got too close would likely die.

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You and Rhys, lay together in a pile of fluffy blankets and pillows on the floor, the bed damaged and broken from the week’s activities.

“Rhys, do you know what I think? I think it’s kind if poetic that we broke up and then became mates. I mean, it sounds very romantic.”

He chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest.

“You know what? I agree. The Mother does work in mysterious ways. I guess we weren’t ready before.”

You smile at him and nod,

“I’m glad we find our way home.”

With a tender look and a sweet kiss, he whispered,

“As am I, darling.”

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The people's sweethearts

Chapter 1

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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Max and Yn Verstappen are close, really close, some would even say they are too close for being siblings, after all it's not usual for an 18 year old to go live with her older brother in a country 2 hours away (by plane) from her university rather than just to rent something close by.

Everyone had very harsh words to say about the pair of siblings, some still do but these are just people who hate max verstappen and they know nothing angers him more than someone insulting his baby sister, everyone was very vocal about how strange, weird and abnormal it is for 2 grown siblings to live together.

Everyone thought that the Verstappen siblings would change their living arrangements after Max and Kelly found each other, only to be surprised by Max buying a bigger penthouse that'd be enough for all 4 of them.

Everyone was negative about the prospect of the redbull formula one driver being followed around by his little sister until the release of The Anatomy of A Champion came out.

When the producers of the show pitched in the idea of talking to yn, max had refused, he wanted his sister nowhere near any of these vultures knowing how bad it can, and most probably will, get. Max was aware from a very young age that what his dad was constantly saying and doing to him and his sister wasn't normal, whenever he was at a race he would see the other boys' dad's hugging them and telling them they did a good job even if they didn't get first place, he would see how other's would have their father waiting for them with water and towels, and most importantly he would see how other dad's had their daughter on their shoulder making the other little girls laugh; Why does dad only make yn cry?

He remembers it so clearly, the way his father hit his sister because of something out of her control, something that she didn't even ask for, something that was thrown at her, it was the day his sister got her soulmark.

Everyone had a soulmark that appeared on their 5th birthday and today was yn's which made jos take her to the soul doctor. Soulmarks were complicated, which is why soul doctors were important, they let you know more about your mark and the bond that's to form between you and your other half.

"Wow young lady, you'll have twice the amount of love it seems."

"What?"

Max knew his father's tone, he know that he's angry and he unconsciously held onto yn's hand, hoping that his father wouldn't take his anger out on her.

"Well Mr Verstappen you see these lines," the doctor gently held up yn's wrist, turning it over to show off her newly given mark "that's an indicator of one soulmate, I'd say he is 3 or 4 years older than her given the shade of the mark, while this other lines that are in a circular shape indicate the other soulmate, he seems to also be around 3 or 4 years older as well. It looks like the mark that indicates young miss yn here is the moon, with how the moon is in the center I would say that yn would be the last in the group meaning that her two other soulmates will meet each other before they meet her."

Jos was angry throughout their drive home, he had already smacked yn into the car while rushing her to get in and as soon as they were in the car he hit her across the head, his arms tall enough to reach the young girl in the backseat. That was the first time max heard these words that would be so easy to recite within a few weeks.

"Two soulmates? Why couldn't you just be normal, why do you have to be such a slut?"

The ride back home was one of the worst max and yn had ever expirenced.

"Two soulmates, ridiculous.They're not even going to want you! They'd meet each other before they even know you!! At least if you turn out to be good for nothing I can just pimp you out on the street, maybe then you'd be useful, and it's not like your soulmates will even like you or want you. Unlovable whore."

"So," the interviewer started as Sophie Kumpen sat on a white sofa in Max's home in Monaco "how is your relationship with your youngest?"

"It's not as close as I'd want it to be," the mother of three confessed as she looked into the camera "yn is a very sweet girl, she had been through a lot. When Jos and I divorced she wasn't really aware of what was going on, she was too young to understand, and as she grew older all she could see was Max. He had been the one to take care of her: i remember once when Max was around ten years old he called me up, asking me how to make a soup because yn was sick and jos was out god knows where.

Max and YN were and are always there for each other, and I don't think that will ever change. I'm sure everyone thought their relationship will sort of tweak a bit when Max and Kelly met each other, but I don't think Max will ever allow that and it's not like Kelly even tried to change their relationship, she was the one who was apartment hunting for all of them while Max was racing and Yn was back in England for her university." 

"Do you think yn is putting in the effort to be there for Max?"

"Oh definitely, I mean studying mechanical engineering along with aerospace engineering at one of the top universities in the world is enough proof. Her whole life revolves around Max and I don't think it's a bad thing. Max had been her everything, he's the one she always goes to cause he is all she knows. When she was deciding what to do right after high-school all she said was that she will choose the majors that'll help her get an internship at formula one so that she'd be there with Max for the rest of his races, however long he wants to be there."

"Do you know what happened between Jos, Max and Yn? Don't you think it's weird that once Max turned 18 he asked Christian Horner to ban his father from the paddock? And to help him have yn with him as much as possible?"

"I'm not really going to go into the details of it, but Jos has done a lot of damage, especially to yn. It's not something I can talk about, not that I even want to, but Jos was a terrible husband and a wose father, I'm insanely glad that yn and max turned out as good and well as they are. Seeing them so close is not something that's surprising me given what Jos did to them, to yn" Sophie's voice broke as a few tears escaped her eyes "sorry, it's just, what she had to go through, it's traumatic and I'm happy that she had Max with her through it all. It fills my heart with joy seeing the little family Max and Yn formed with Kelly and Penelope"

ch. II

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Pairing: the avengers x reader

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Prologue

Chapter 1 Welcome to New York

Chapter 2 The new it girl

Chapter 3 Let’s get (a) physical

Chapter 4 God bless America

Chapter 5 Brooklyn baby

Chapter 6 My centerfold

Chapter 7 Itsy Bitsy Spider

Chapter 8 Mamma Mia

Fake Instagram

Henry Cavill Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt3 | Pt4 | Pt5

Austin Butler Pt1

Succession

Lukas Matsson HC

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Motherly intuition pt. 2

warnings: small amount of violence

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Strange steps in front of me as I gather my power in my hands as the time loop goes on and on and on.

He shakes his head saying “You don’t exist in any other universe. You could never dream walk if you even wanted to, you are a creature of unfathomable power. You’re the only thing that could destroy every branch of the multiverse. I need your power.”

“I just want to get back to my mom. I don’t know what happened but I just... need her.”

He smiles saying “You’re naive little girl with a whole lotta power.”

“No, I’m not, my mom may be who I look the most like but I learned a thing or two from my father. And he always thought with reason before fighting. And all I have to say is.... check mate.” 

My smile widens as I begin to knit the wound closed on my abdomen as I dangle the time stone necklace from my finger

“Who’s the naive one now, Stephen?”

He quickly looks down as I summon for it to open, I quickly age him quickly, his body growing wrinkly and old suddenly

“You’ll find lifting a dead mans spell extremely difficult! You’ll only be fulfilling the prophesy if you kill me! You’ll be no better than-” he screams

I smile as I play with his age, making him old and wrinkly and then a baby, then back and forth until I grow bored quickly

I kill him quickly and say “The dark hold has it’s own ways of lifting spells, you may find it difficult, but it isn’t impossible, Stephen, I don’t like being tricked and treated like a child either.”

I feel the dark scarlet power cover the walls and all of the surroundings around me, the illusion quickly dissolving and my mind filling with the thoughts of my mom, the version of my mom, Stephen recently killed.

The spell dissolves and I tumble on the ground feeling the physical toll the dark hold held against me as I catch my breath from that release of power

I look to the Wanda Maximoff of this world, my tears welling up as I crawl towards her. “No... please be okay.”

My hands grab her face and I say “Mom.. no. Please... I need you. I need your help. Don’t leave me. You promised you’d never leave me. Don’t leave me alone. Please.”

She gasps for air as I rest my head on her stomach and hold tightly to her. The green timestone shimmering in my hand

She rests her hand on my back saying “What?”

I look to her with tears and she quickly realizes “Oh, honey..you’re my daughter in another universe.”

I nod as I feel the tears quickly roll down my face quickly as I feel her slip away. She says “You’ll be okay. Find your mother. Your real mother. Not me. And stay away from any version of Stephen Strange. He’s a jerk who is after your power.”

I look down to the dissolved time stone and she says “I’ll be alright.” she puts on a smile, holding my chin in her hand saying “You look so much like Pietro. You’re so beautiful. And you’re smart like Vision.. too. I wish you were mine, but you’re not.”

She slips from my hands as she looses too much blood and I shake my head saying “No. Please...No.”

How did she dissolve the time stone? I needed that.

Wanda of the 616 universe continues to show the memories she receives in her dreams and then shows glimpses of the other universes with her children. “In every other universe, my children exist. I know they do. Because I dream of them every night.”

Glimpses of Billy and Tommy are shown and she says “Of my boys. Of our life together.” 

She says “Every night the same dream. And every morning... the same nightmare.”

Wanda glares at him as he counters again “And your daughter? Where is she? You talk of her and her powers but in everything you’re seeing she isn’t there. She doesn’t exist Wanda!”

“I just can’t reach her yet.”

“What if you reach them? What happens to the other you? What happens to their mother?” Stephen counters

A star portal opens around me suddenly and I scream as I feel myself pushed through the multiverse. My body feeling the weird effects quickly

I hear the echoing “Your children aren’t real, Wanda.”

I look around at the surroundings as I can’t stop moving through the multiverse.

“Mom!” I scream

Wanda pauses in her discussion with Stephen, finally hearing her daughters voice after so long.

“Mom! Help me!” I scream as I spiral through universes. “Help!”

In a moment of weakness, Stephen gets the upper hand as Wanda smiles lightly as she feels the presence of her daughter. So close.

“My baby.”

“Mom! Please!”

“y/n.. I’m here..” she feels her emotions spike and I feel the burning around myself. “Mom!”

I stop in a universe and I feel the presence of my mom in this universe. The real one. My mom..

I smile widely and quickly follow the traces of her. I look to the city of westview. I’m home. Finally.

But I feel it completely slip away as I don’t feel her powers any longer. That motherly comfort I felt for just one minute, the safety, drains quickly.

I get this sinking feeling in my stomach and my pain for missing her only grows

I quickly ring the doorbell repeatedly at our old westview home and Billy and Tommy fight over who opens it. It swings open and I smile as I gain the familiarity of my family back

“Tommy! Billy! Hi..” Quickly I hug them and I smile as I pat their backs

They look to me confused and Tommy says “Who are you?” They push me away from them quickly

I shake my head saying “Your sister.” Billy says “We don’t have a sister. Mom this lady is freaking us out!!” 

“No.. No. Wait..” I plead

I hear the sound of something shatter and Billy and Tommy quickly run towards her “Mom! Are you okay!”

I feel my moms presence slip away from me and I quickly run forward as I look to the Wanda of this universe on the ground, with two broken bowls

She looks to me confused and I quickly step back and Tommy and Billy look to me afraid

“I’m your sister… I- Why are you afraid of me? I’m your big sister, I protect you. I love you. I tease and taunt you because I love you… why don’t you remember me?”

Billy says “I can’t read her mind. Mom!”

Wanda stares at me confused, extremely confused

I quickly step back as I shake my head saying “I’m in the wrong universe.. god I hate the multiverse. I just want my mom..”

I stumble out of the house, feeling all the hope I had of seeing my mom again slip away.

Moments before, elsewhere:

My mom, Wanda, Scarlet witch sits in the Kamar Taj sanctum, floating and dream walking. She smiles as she spends some time with her sons in an alternate universe. Through all the multiverse, she only found one reality where she feels the presence of my powers

She pauses as she feels my power approaching. She smiles and the doorbell rings. Tommy screams “I get to answer it this time!” 

“No! Mom!” 

Quickly she walks towards the door with the bowls and it opens. But Sara, charges towards the darkhold, destroying it. 

Wanda snaps out of the dream walking, falling to the ground, holding the air as she looses her grasp of the dream

“Billy. Tommy..”

She quickly gasps for air as she grows confused and she looks over to see the dark hold quickly crumbling. She cries as she holds it in her hands as it dissolves to dust “No..”

“No.. y/n.. my baby.. my babies.”

She looks up in anger to Wong. She throws him out of the destroyed sanctum. Following after him with eyes full of anger, “I need the Darkhold’s spells. You are the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me what you know.”

Wong spits and says “You’re gonna have to kill me, Witch.” 

Wanda shakes her head saying “Not you. Them.”

Quickly she lifts the only survivors with her powers, hurting them as they scream in pain

Wong begs and pleads “Wanda, stop. Wanda, please!” screams fill the silence temporarily before he shouts “The darkhold was a copy!”

“A copy?” 

“Legend speaks of a mountain with the wretched spells you seek carved into its walls. It’s there the Darkhold was transcribed. Mount Wundagore.”

“Wundagore?”

The bodies lower to the ground and Wong says “No one has survived the journey.”

She throws the sling ring into his hand saying “Perhaps we will be the exception.” 

I look to the surroundings and shake my head as I feel an omnious fear grow within me. I look to the droids in the air confused but quickly I get a shield thrown at me

I stop it mid air, looking at the british flag on it and throwing it the opposite way. I swallow hard saying “Who are you?”

“Someone that needs to bring you in.” 

I glare at her saying “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You have been hoping through the multi-verse and that’s completely unacceptable.”

I look to the new voice and see the variant version of Captain Marvel stand above me in the air

I float up, deeming shield woman useless on the ground. I glare at Captain Marvel as she shoots towards me, I hold my hands out angrily pushing her power back.

Only to feel another person enter my head. Supressing my powers temporarily. Distracting me as the blast hits me. Sending me to the ground.

They shoot me in the neck with a form of tranquilizer and my eyes close quickly

All I can hear is Dr. Strange shouting “And taking her daughter will only anger her more! You idiots!” 

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Hi!! Yes, I know I should have posted awhile ago. Life got a bit busy and now I’m back! I will be working on finishing this story to the best of my ability soon! I will be posting at least once a day, a different story most likely. But, I take requests! Just leave it in my ask me anything, anon or non anon is alright!

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