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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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July 19th. (Strange x Reader)

July 19th. (Rated T)

Request?: Kinda??? Inspired by this post by @sobeautifullyobsessed

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Spouse!Reader; Parent!Stephen Strange & Daughter!America Chavez

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: Slight suggestive content, fluff. pure fluff, a few curse words -- SLIGHT MoM spoilers if you squint

Summary: When you confront your husband, Stephen Strange, about a mysterious date highlighted on the calendar, you find yourself in for a bit of a surprise. Why is he so flustered? To make matters even more interesting, does it has something to do with your unofficially-adopted daughter, America?

July 19th. It was a date circled and marked with two large exclamation marks on the calendar in bright red ink. You had asked your husband what the occasion was, though he claimed he didn’t remember with a quick shrug. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday. You were sure about that, at least. Those were marked in your personal calendar and Stephen never forgot most of the time.

When you first met your husband, the two of you had bumped into each other at the Columbia student library. You were both graduate students at the time. You were pursuing a Master’s in children’s education. For Stephen, it was his MD and PhD. There were numerous times that day you heard about his photographic memory. You weren’t sure who he was trying to impress then: you or his over-inflated ego.

That’s what made the entire situation so odd. Years ago, this man never forgot a single day of his life. Now here he was claiming not to remember a calendar event he added on without a doubt. What was it that he wasn’t telling you?

“Stephen,” you called around the Sanctum. You were sure he was still inside; he wasn’t due to visit Kamar-Taj until later this afternoon. Wong had made the decision to ban your husband from the area on the days America was scheduled for training. You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Stephen’s dejected face that day.

“I just want to make sure she’s doing alright,” he had argued. “She was having trouble with Astral Projection last week-”

“She is fine, Stephen.” The current Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes. “Everyone who starts training in the Mystic Arts has an adjustment period. You should understand, given your experience.”

“That’s exactly why I need to be there to help her-”

“No.”

There was a low hum of acknowledgement as the man of the hour came out of the library with a giant leatherbound book in hand. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked, half-distracted by the ancient text.

“What’s really happening on the nineteenth?” You leaned against the doorframe to lock his appearance within your core memories. He looked more like a dad than anything in his oversized Columbia sweatshirt and sweatpants. It did things to you, needless to say. The Cloak of Levitation fluttered when it heard your voice. Obviously, the article of clothing knew what was going on, but couldn’t speak up.

“Uh, it was something really important,” your husband couldn’t get rid of the tinge of mystery present in his tone. Much to his chagrin, you had already latched on and began deducing a variety of guesses. “Honey…you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” you asked, still distracted by your observations.

“The thing where you try to figure out if I’m lying.”

You stepped back. “Oh, uh, sorry.” It always freaked Stephen out when you would try to tell a person’s life story in merely moments of knowing them. He often joked that you were in the wrong field, stating the police were always hiring. “What…what even did you say it was again?”

Your husband hesitated, clearly in an internal battle with himself. At first, he thought about coming up with some kind of excuse. Then he remembered you would never buy it. "Do you promise not to tell?" he asked begrudgingly. When you gave a quick nod, Stephen sighed and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He handed it to you before letting his hand become distracted by the spell book in his possession.

GREENWICH JUNIOR HIGH INVITES YOU. . . TO THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE. TICKETS ARE ON A FIRST-COME, FIRST SERVED, SO MAKE SURE TO RESERVE YOUR PLACE TODAY. PURCHASE THEM FOR $15 EACH AT THE OFFICE.

Your heart swelled for a moment as you read and re-read the short message over again. On top of her training at the Sanctum, both you and Stephen thought it would be a good idea to enroll America into the local high school. She deserved to have a real school experience. At first, your husband was against it (which you had a sneaking suspicion had something to do with the local spider-man), but he eventually gave in. Being a multidimensional traveler at such a young age meant she really had no true home. America needed to interact with people, she needed the education to succeed in the future.

Upon seeing the invitation, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You want to go to a father-daughter dance?” you asked between snorts, magic still present in your body.

Your husband shifted from his seat facing you to staring at the wall. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” you stated plainly.

“Now that's just rude to point out.” Stephen waggled a shaky index finger at you before nervously turning his attention back to the ancient text.

A laugh bounced against the hallway. “We're married, Stephen,” you replied as you lifted your left hand into view. “It's part of the expectations. I’m only telling the truth.”

There was a sparkle of light as your engagement ring and wedding band created a kaleidoscope of rainbows throughout the room. The settings were simple, but you loved them regardless because Stephen had them made specially for you. Quite literally, in fact, as he had used the sacred spells of Alara to create the jewelry himself. After the two of you returned from being Blipped, you had decided to not to waste anymore time when life could be so short. You had thought it was the start of the craziest adventure the two of you ever faced, which was saying something after you had dissolved into dust for five years in order to save the world from a purple-faced genocidal maniac. Unfortunately, the universe had something much crazier in store for you in the form of a multiverse-traveling teenager with a plucky attitude and a jean jacket.

Your husband grunted in annoyance at your confession, although you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew that he was a horrible liar, but he also knew how to push your buttons.

“Stephen,” you chided, lifting up additional paper attached to the invitation. “You already purchased the tickets. You’re too far gone at this point.”

“I didn’t want her to worry about the money,” he responded dejectedly. “She didn’t say anything about it, so I thought maybe she forgot, too…”

You walked over and ran a thumb against his cheek. Your eyes searched his before you pressed a kiss to his lips after a moment. “I knew it.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow in question.

“You, Stephen Strange, are just one big old softie.”

Your husband was not amused by the observation. “Stop that,” he said in a flat voice. “I love you, but you can be a pain in my ass sometimes. Do you know that?”

You simply shook your head fondly at the sorcerer before you. “Anything you say, teddy bear.”

“Don’t start doing that.” Stephen flicked his hands and the ancient textbook he was reading vanished back into the library. He brushed past you for only a moment before moving to pace in front of the fireplace.

“Aw, why not?” you teased. “You’re soft just like one.”

“Because I’m anxious and you’re not helping matters by teasing me.”

You reached out to rub his forearm as an act of comfort. “Why are you anxious? What could possibly go wrong giving a teenager a ticket to the dance?” That definitely didn’t come out right.

Stephen shot you a look before he continued his pacing. “Everything. I don't know if she'd even want me to be there.” It surprised you how nervous Stephen was about the entire prospect of going to a dance with America. As long as you had known the doctor-turned-sorcerer, he had always made his stance on children quite clear: he didn’t want any.

Then after the events of the Latina’s appearance, his demeanor started to change. There was a more caring and compassionate side to Stephen that you had rarely seen outside of special moments you’d manage to steal with him.He did his best to oversee her learning at the rebuilt Kamar-Taj. He offered advice when she struggled, providing a gruff, “well done,” at the end of every session.

“Well, has she even asked you about it?” The silence you received in return spoke volumes. So he hadn’t brought the subject up to her or vice versa. That would make sense, come to think about it, as you couldn’t recall hearing about such an event. “Do you want her to?”

There was another period of silence before a timid, “yes,” escaped Stephen’s throat.

Your heart practically melted in your chest like ice cream on a swelteringly hot summer day. “God, I swear I fall in love with you more and more every day,” you admitted before you kissed him again.

Stephen hummed in agreement as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“So when are you going to ask her?” you asked with a voice that was clearly muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“I... don't know,” he admitted again. “I don't even know if she's interested in going. Last week she was talking about how stupid school events were-”

“Probably because she never had these experiences before and is overwhelmed by it all! God, Stephen, give her some time to adjust!” You loved your husband, you really did. But sometimes he could be a real idiot. “Stephen, relax. What is the worst that could happen in this situation?”

“She rejects me.”

Leave it to Stephen Strange to list the most obvious and frustrating conversation in the history of the world. “Okay? It doesn’t mean she hates you.”

“But what if she does?” your husband had begun to wear holes into the main floor of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Since you didn’t need a surprise visit from one of the other sorcerers in the building during this time of stress, you walked over and held his arms from a short distance.

“Stephen, look at me.”

The man in front of you avoided your gaze as long as possible before his blue-green eyes flickered over yours. “What?” he asked half-heartedly.

“You need to relax,” you gently ran your hands up and down his arms. The Cloak around his shoulders fluttered in agreement, causing you to smile.

“I can’t relax,” Stephen argued. “I don’t relax.”

A smug smile flittered against your lips. “I can think of a few times you’ve been able to relax.” God, flirting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it? “How about this: if you ask her and she says no, I'll help you relax.”

The response was instantaneous: “Deal.”

You led him over to the sofa by the fireplace, hand clasped tightly in his. After the two of you sat down, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You know,” you said with a lower voice, “even if she says yes- and you're good- maybe I'll help you relax then, too.”

Stephen smirked in return. “I like that, too.” You sat in silence for a moment, staring at the crackling fire in front of you. “It’s just,” he started to admit, “if I ask her, I don’t want to seem like I’m not . . .”

“Like you’re not…what?” you gently pressed as he hesitated.

Your husband sighed dejectedly. “...cool.”

You couldn’t help another laugh. This time, it stemmed from your midsection in a loud, obnoxious tone. “Oh, oh god-” you got out between chortles.

“Nice to know that brings you joy, honey.”

“Stephen,” you wiped a few stray tears that had sprung to your eyes. “Honey, you’re a frickin superhero. You’re a wizard-”

“Sorcerer.”

“Sorcerer, right. You can summon magic at will, you saved her life when other versions of you had ultimately tried to kill her.” You crossed your arms against your chest. “I would say that makes you pretty damn cool. So grow a pair and just ask her, why don’t you?”

Just as your husband was about to retort, you were interrupted by the distraction of orange sparks in the living room. It took a few minutes before a clear circular portal made an appearance, revealing the young traveler lugging a backpack on her shoulder. It was one of the first times America had been able to use her sling ring. You glanced at Stephen, who looked more than impressed by her progress, to see if you should celebrate the milestone. Given the fact she made a beeline to the kitchen, the two of you figured it was best to let it go.

“What,” you tried to joke, “did Wong not feed you?”

“Nope.” America’s voice carried in from the kitchen across the hall. There was a clanging of glass jars and bottles as she navigated her way through the fridge. “Do we have any pizza left?”

“Top shelf on the left,” Stephen called back in a bored tone. Somehow in the process of the chaos, he had summoned his ancient textbook. That man had a stress-reading habit. The sight caused you to shake your head in frustration and groan as you fell into his lap. “. . .do you mind?” your husband asked while he looked down at you in amusement.

“Thanks!” A few moments later, the young student made her way back into the living room, juice box and pizza in hand with a few bites taken out of it. She flopped into the armchair across from the sofa, relishing in the taste of her cold Italian treat. Upon noticing your position, she waved the slice of pizza between you and Stephen. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing,” Stephen was quick to respond as you said, “adult things.”

The child wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly as she leaned forward. She was analyzing you both, a habit she had unfortunately picked up from you. You could feel Stephen twitch underneath your form. He was clearly afraid that America was about to determine his plans for the dance. After a minute long stare down, the young girl leaned back in the chair and took another bite of pizza. “Just don't do it in the laundry room. Again.”

A coughing fit wreaked havoc on your throat as you felt yourself choke on spit. The look on Stephen’s face showed he was equally surprised. “We- we were just grabbing detergent,” you responded, clearly flustered.

“You were not reaching for the cabinets,” the teenager across from you said with a shake of her head. “You were reaching for his-”

“All right!” Stephen drew out the syllables and snapped his book shut, causing you to flinch and sit up.

“She’s growing up too fast, Stephen,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “She’s going to college tomorrow, getting married next week. We’ll be empty nesters by the end of the month. Quick, give me another baby.”

Your husband merely shook his head at you. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you,” he admitted.

“Because you fell for my immaculate beauty and quick-witted charm.”

“Yeah. . .I’m sure that’s it.” Stephen smirked at you, which was replaced with confused annoyance by the sound of America’s juice box being emptied.

You gaped at him. “Rude!”

“That’s just honesty, darling.” He held up a shaky hand to reveal his ring, clearly mocking your earlier gesture.

“Why you little-” you started but sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Forget it. How were your lessons today, America?”

The teenager shrugged. “Boring. We learned how to turn elements into useful objects, so that was cool, I guess.”

You nodded. “How about school? Anything interesting coming up?”

“Uh,” America took the opportunity to squint up at the ceiling. “There is this dance coming up.”

“Oh, really?” you hoped your excitement wasn’t too obvious. You could see Stephen stiffen in your peripheral vision. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah,” America nodded slowly, fingers absentmindedly toying with the sling ring on her opposite hand. “It’s a father-daughter dance, though. All the other girls are going. Even Tasha, who’s dad is like, never around. I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on her mom with his secretary.”

“Really?” You not-so-subtly nudged Stephen’s leg with yours.

Taking the hint, Stephen cleared his throat. “Uh, America,” he started. “I, uh, I know you don’t have your moms here right…right now. And I, uh, I know I can’t replace them- not that I’m trying to at all! I just, uh, wanted you to know that if…uh, if you did want to go to the dance…” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I would be more than happy to take you. Now, I know I’m not your dad-”

“You. . .you would do that?” America’s voice was small and quiet. You had never heard her sound like this before. Ever since she had crossed paths with Stephen, America had been anything but quiet.

“Yes,” Stephen said with a sincere nod. “Of course.”

America’s voice cracked as she asked the next question. The poor girl looked to be on the verge of tears. “W-why?”

Your husband cleared his throat again. “Um, well,” he tilted his head toward her, “America, I know. . .I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve lost your family – to think that you’re entirely alone. But I also know what it’s like to find another family, to let yourself be loved and to love others.” His hand snaked its way over to intertwine with your own. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone, America, because you’re not. You have me, Wong, all of us here at the Sanctum.”

By the time Stephen had finished with his little speech, you felt yourself getting a little misty-eyed. Being open and vulnerable was never something Stephen was known for. It was truly something to hear him express himself, especially with someone so young. You really did find yourself falling further and further in love with the dark haired man next to you.

Without another word, America got up and launched herself into Stephen’s arms. You watched with a small, sad smile as she shook in the hug. Her lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying. You gave them their space, scooting to the other edge of the sofa. A few moments later, America stepped away from her mentor and beamed. “I guess I need to find something to wear,” she remarked.

“Oh, I can help you with that!” you volunteered. “I have a few things in my closet you might like. Why don’t you head upstairs and we can go find something? I’ll be right there.”

The offer appeared to please the young girl as she all but skipped up the stairs. When you turned back to your husband, you noticed he had a grin plastered against his face that was fit to beat the band. “What’s up with you?” you asked with a smile. “What did she say?”

Stephen looked at you proudly before he kissed you with a bit of passion. As you broke apart, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “she said, ‘thanks, dad.’”

“Aw, look at you smiling,” you teased. “I told you; you’re a great big softie.”

“Oh, stop it,” Stephen said firmly, but his eyes were playful. “Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll kiss you senseless.”

“Oh no, the horror of being appreciated by my husband,” you giggled.

Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Keep this up and I’ll do more than just kiss you senseless,” he spoke before kissing you again.

“Mm, do you promise?” Your heart swelled three sizes as you got up and took the Sanctum stairs two at a time. Stephen was right. There would be times that you felt alone, but it was important to remember everyone in your life that did care. For you, it was your husband and unofficial young ward. The three of you made the most chaotic (and sarcastic) little family, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Author's Note: Oh my god, this now has to be my favorite fic that I have ever written. I enjoyed putting this together SO much. Shoutout to my friend mischief-and-mercy on AO3 for helping me out with some of the dialogue in the fic. It was meant to be a super short fic, but it kind of got away from me...again.

To ohsobeautifullyobsessed, I blame and thank you for setting my brain on this path. I accept this as a headcanon and love Parent!Stephen with all of my heart. I meant to get this out for you yesterday, but life got in the way. Hope you enjoyed it :D

I will get back to my other requests as soon as possible. I do have another fic scheduled to be posted on June 1st. It has to do with Stephen and a certain prideful month... so stay tuned, little sparks!

Until then, make sure to leave a comment, a heart, and a reblog to help me out with the Tumblr algorithm. It also really helps me see what types of stories you all like to see on my blog! Until next time, loves!

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1-800-wakanda · 2 years

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𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | part one

summary: after absorbing america’s multiversal power, wanda sets out to find you and the twins, but what she finds isn’t what she expected. warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping

word count: 1473 (yeah, i got carried away)

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Finally, Wanda felt peaceful.

As she stepped through the star-shaped portal, peace filled her for the first time in a long time.

She was finally going to get what she fought so hard for.

Her family.

You, Billy and Tommy hadn’t left Wanda’s mind since she lost you. You three were a constant motivation running through her mind and she was determined not to let you go.

Not again.

When you first appeared in her dreams, Wanda was starstruck that you were real in another universe but full of envy for her alternate self. She was envious of how close you were with 838 Wanda, how you looked at her and she envied how 838 Wanda had you but she didn’t.

But that was all about to change.

Soon she was hit with the cold night air of the new reality and she made her way towards the familiar house.

⊹ You knew something was wrong with Wanda.

Even though it had been weeks since Wanda had mysteriously disappeared only to reappear hours later with blood splattered on her face, You couldn’t help but notice how out of it she seemed. She had assured you that nothing was wrong and that the reason behind her disoriented appearance was that she simply had fallen off of her bike while coming back home from a “late night cruise around the neighborhood”, you still didn’t believe her story. However, for the past few weeks, she seemed more stressed than usual, so you decided to leave it alone, at least for now.

It was around 9PM and Wanda had come down from putting the boys to sleep. After taking notice of how distressed Wanda was, you decided to surprise her with dinner when she came home from picking up the boys from school. She was surprised, to say the least, as she had forgotten that she gave you a house key but that fear was quickly replaced with heartfelt gratitude and adoration once she saw you.

“Tired?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. She flopped onto the couch with a smIle. “Tired is an understatement”

You grin. "Well, at least," You grab two wine glasses from off the counter. "Today is over." You stroll over to the sofa and hand one of the glasses to her and sit down next to her.

Once you’re both comfortably cuddled up on the couch, she turns to you.

“I, uhm,” She starts, seemingly nervous. “I never got to thank you for dinner”

“It was no problem Wands,” She smiles at the nickname. “That’s what friends are for.”

Of course it is. Friends help each other. But Wanda didn’t feel like the platonic word fit your relationship. Ever since you helped her out of her grief all those years ago, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. You were there for her whenever she needed you and that didn’t go unnoticed. Plus you had voluntarily become such a prominent figure in her boys’ lives so it was impossible for her not to feel the way she did towards you.

However, she had no idea if you reciprocated those feelings. But unbeknownst to her, you do.

Wanda was there for you after your parents died, just as you were for her after her husband died. And she is just as much of a comfort to you as you are to her. But she was still grieving her husband and you were afraid that it was still too soon.

“Yeah,” Wanda looked down at the wine glass that was now a quarter full. “Friends.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you concentrated on her dropped facial expression. “I mean that’s what we are, right? Friends?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” She answered quickly before looking back up at you. “Of course.”

You slowly nodded, as if you were trying to convince yourself of her words.

If you were just friends, why are your faces getting so close?

Before you knew it, the wine glasses in your hands were on the coffee table in front of you and all you could focus on was the woman sitting beside you, your noses millimeters apart. Despite the pleasantness of the moment, you couldn’t help but feel a strange darkness loom over the atmosphere, but you were adorned with Wanda to pay attention.

However before either of you could make a move, screams were heard from upstairs.

You and Wanda sprung from your seats almost immediately, running upstairs while yelling the boys' names. When you got upstairs, Wanda opened the door to Billy and Tommy’s bedroom, only to find two empty beds.

Fear spread onto your face at the realization that the twins weren’t in their rooms and quickly rushed out the door, Wanda following right behind you.

As you got closer and closer downstairs, however, you noticed something abnormal.

There was a portal of some sort and a woman with flowing red hair dressed in a red costume.

This made you stop abruptly, almost causing Wanda to run into you. However she didn’t have time to ask you what was wrong as she saw it.

She saw her.

When the woman looked up the two of you, you recognized her immediately. It was Wanda…only it wasn’t your Wanda.

“No…..” Your Wanda muttered, as if she too recognized the woman but for a completely different reason.

Billy and Tommy were trapped on the other side of the portal, calling out to you and their mother. But the woman or the Wanda standing in front of the glowing star portal had no intent on letting you save them.

“Let them go.” You demanded, without realizing you had stepped in front of your Wanda. The witchy woman in front of you appeared to notice how you instinctively protected the other Wanda and glared between the two of you for it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” She says, her voice was different, it was darker and tired. “But I can’t.”

Before you can question anything (and you have a lot of questions), your Wanda steps up. “Yes, you can. Let my children go and we can talk about this.”

You knew your Wanda wasn’t calm, even though she appeared to be. But you were confused as to why she wasn’t trying to hurt the woman that was holding her children hostage and it seems as though she was holding you back from doing so as well. There was definitely something going on that you’re missing.

“No,” The other Wanda said, darkly. “I don’t think we can.”

Before you could comprehend what was happening, the witchy Wanda conjured up red energy from her hands and pushed it towards the two of you. You both jump out of the way quick enough so that it didn’t hit you and you see your Wanda counter the witchy Wanda’s attack with her own, conjuring up her own red energy and throwing towards her.

You, however, were immensely shocked. Since when could Wanda do that?!

Your Wanda eyed you for a second, seeing your shocked expression. She didn’t want you to find out like that, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

The portal had closed behind the witchy Wanda as she fully focused on fighting you two. Although your Wanda had the same power (or so it seems) as the witchy Wanda, you could tell that the witchy Wanda was more skilled (as well as more powerful) with her abilities. This gave your Wanda a major disadvantage when the fighting became more physical.

Knowing that you had to act fast, you grabbed a nearby floor lamp and charged at the witchy Wanda with it. The strike caused her to get a little unbalanced but was able to keep herself steady, surprisingly.

She looked toward you, her dark glare softening. She could’ve killed you by now but she didn’t, it was like she didn’t want to hurt you. She did, however, send a major blast of energy towards your Wanda, flinging her to the wall, immediately knocking her out.

You cried out to her but she couldn’t hear you.

“Don’t worry about her love, it’s just you and me now” The witchy Wanda spoke, possessively. You try to run to your Wanda but you realize that the other Wanda had already tied your hands together using her energy.

“Let go of me you bitch!” You yelled when Wanda opened the portal, trying to pull you through.

She stared at you for a moment, complete shock washing over her features. You had never spoken like that to her in her universe.

You watched in terror as the shock on her face is replaced with violent anger. She then grabs your shoulder and forcibly pushes you through the portal, not even giving her alternate self's house a second glance before walking through the portal and shutting it.

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