#supreme family fanfic

[strangeironaf]

Tony: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other?

Stephen : Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

[alphinna]

anybody have these ironstrange stories?

One of them gets jealous

sharing a bed (pre-relation ship is proffered but any works!)

[darkkitty1208]

Haiii, this is Rikaraholic from ao3. Cam you please write a fic where Stephen gets confused btw timelines when he is tired or sleep deprived. There are many timelines where Stephen, Tony and Peter live together as family. So one day when Peter asks him a doubt relating to Physics, he says this is your dad's area ask him.....Tony and Peter keep on asking him what he meant by that and he tells the truth. Those two re happy to hear about the other timelines and decide to make it true in the real timeline too....

Thank you for hearing my request

Thank you for the prompt! I love the general pattern of requests sent in my ask box lately being "Stephen is a mess. [Character X] deals with this guy." haha XD Quick note: I was in the middle of writing this when I realised your prompt had a more 'fluff' tone to it – as in, it seemed like it was leaning more towards the 'comfort' in hurt/comfort, – but unfortunately I decided to hurt him a bit more than necessary to compensate for the comfort first… I hope I didn't accidentally write something you didn't want/expect? Or maybe I got it wrong and you expected more angst? I dunno. Gets me overthinking.

But I do hope you enjoy this. <3 Sorry it took quite a while.

Beta'd by the awesome and amazing and lovely @harpywritesfic, who made me realise that, perhaps, writing at ungodly hours is not exactly a great idea.

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a glimpse through time and space

Stephen was tired. 

The battle had been long and exhausting, and the last thing he wanted to do was anything that didn't relate to sleeping in his bed for the next 12 or so hours. His body was aching, and even breathing felt painful. He could feel fatigue clawing up his nerves as the adrenaline died down, suddenly feeling aware of the pain radiating from his wounds that were recently tended to by some of Kamar Taj's healers earlier, rather messily now that he noticed. He could change his bandages later, he thought, somehow mustering up the slightest of strength to cast a (relatively weak) healing spell on himself just in case, as he cast away his robes in exchange for some old and worn thin shirt and loose trousers. He immediately face planted on the mattress with a grunt, ignoring the sting of the cut in his lip, and started drifting away as he felt the cloak settle itself over him like a heavy warm blanket as per usual.  

God, he was exhausted.

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Stephen blinked his eyes open, and suddenly he was in the battle against Thanos in New York again. He remembered now, the events that should proceed from here – if his memories served right, that would mean the Avengers had succeeded in their mission to bring back those who had turned to dust during the Snap. Which meant that he, the sorcerers of Kamar Taj, and other allies, had gathered, alongside anyone capable to fight against Thanos, right then and there. His mind snapped back to the present as his body went into a fighting stance almost on its own volition. 

Wounded, bloodied, and mostly unmoving bodies littered the battlefield as he trudged through, clangs and blasts of weapons whipping and flailing about in his peripheral vision as they overlapped against the sounds of grunts and shouting echoing in the air. 

His instincts kicked in as he raised his defenses, conjuring each blast and whip towards oncoming enemies as the familiar tingle of magic surged through his veins to the tip of his fingers. Almost as if on cue, he heard the recognisable sound of splashing water readying itself to wash over the battlefield, and he turned around, swiftly working his fingers to drive the water away. The liquid danced and swirled in the air, soft blue amongst the stark red of the battlefield, and then everything shifted away as hues of green suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He gasped, the ground seemingly twirling and shifting underneath his feet, and then coming to a still as his now socked feet stood at wooden floorboards in – he looked around – the lake house. 

Lake house. Of course, he was in the lake house. He remembered now, the battle had ended in Titan, everyone was safe and well and together and alive–

He shook his head. Of course everyone was alive. Why wouldn't they be? 

Peter and Tony were lounging on the couch in different positions in front of the telly. He noticed a cup of steaming tea on the countertop in front of him, and carefully lifted it with trembling fingers to walk over and place it on the table in front of where his family sat. He groaned as he settled himself firmly beside Tony, Peter scooting over to the side to make space. The engineer's arm automatically slung itself behind his shoulders, and he leaned back, to the side, and pressed an instinctive kiss towards the man's temple. 

Looking towards the television screen, he stared as whoever had messed up yet again in their dish last minute before Gordon Ramsay announced their time was over. He turned his head to stare at Tony, who noticed him and gave him a gentle smile. And then he felt the weight of Peter's head laying itself on his shoulder.

This is where he was meant to be. It felt right. He felt like he fit right in. Like a missing piece inside of him was found, like something clicked in his head as he realised that, in that moment, he was safe and comfortable and utterly complete. 

Everything was perfect. 

He looked at the television again as Gordon Ramsay shouted at the chef's mistake. Seems like they accidentally served raw meat again. 

And then the screen froze and turned into black and white dots that danced all over the television screen. 

He frowned, shifted in his seat, and then looked towards Tony, then to Peter, both seemingly unaffected by this. His frown deepened at that. 

And then an almost terrifying ringing, static sound emitted from the television, steadily growing louder as he continued to try getting a reaction out of the other two. He waved a hand in front of Tony's face, called out the engineer's name, shook Peter's shoulder, panicking when no response was given. 

Something was wrong. 

He very nearly flinched when Tony began laughing out of the blue, eyes still fixed at the screen. Peter followed soon after with a giggle of his own, pointing at something in front of him. 

Something was definitely wrong. 

The static sound grew louder, and it became almost unbearable. Too loud. The laughs coming from his family– family? When did he have a family? He was alone. He was– 

He couldn't remember anymore. What was happening? Where was he? His eyes flicked around, to the laughing figures beside him, to the static screen in front of him, his peripheral vision blurring as his throat suddenly felt constricted, breathing suddenly laboured. 

The ringing grew louder. It felt as if he could hear it in his ears. The laughter continued even as he dropped off the couch, even as he stood up, even as he ran towards the nearest door he could find. He quickly pulled the door open with shaking hands, and just when he felt like his ears were about to bleed, a flash of white blinding light assaulted his vision. 

He blinked his eyes back open again. It was blurry, almost as if he were half conscious, but the continuous sound of ringing was slowly fading into the background to be replaced by the steady thumps of his heart beating in his ears. There were vague silhouettes looming over him that he couldn't seem to make out. 

Where was he again? What was he doing? 

His vision stuttered to a focus as he blinked his eyes a couple times, and then he noticed who those figures were.

Pepper, Rhodey, Peter, Happy, a little girl, the rest of the avengers… but someone was missing. No, more than one person was missing. 

Natasha. Tony. 

He looked down at himself. 

He was wearing a tuxedo. The air around him somehow smelled vaguely like… flowers. But oddly enough, the scent was nothing like the sweet scent of roses – it was sharp and musky and wet and pungent like… like marigolds. 

"You killed them," the little girl said, almost as if she was reading his mind.

"You killed them," the rest repeated. 

"I– I don't know what–" 

"You killed them," they said again, and started to chant the words over and over. Stephen stared, panic rising as confusion clouded his mind. He stumbled to the ground when they stepped nearer, the chanting somehow becoming louder now. 

There were more people gathering around now, hundreds of them joining to chant the accusation; some he recognised, others not so much. 

"You killed them. You killed them. You killed them–" 

He crawled back frantically, breathing hard in quick, stuttered breaths. 

"Stop, wait–" he let out a shaking palm, "I didn't– stop! I didn't do it! I didn't–" 

He placed his head in his hands, pulled at his hair, curled into a ball on the ground as his breaths came out in wheezes. 

Still, the chanting continued. 

He was confused. What was happening? Where was he? What was he doing here? And why are all these people accusing him of– of– 

Stephen woke up with a gasp, jolting up from his bed with wide eyes as he panted for breath, the voices of their chants still echoing in the back of his head. The cloak bristled and swished over to the side to give him space at the sudden movement. He carded trembling fingers through his graying hair, pupils flicking hastily around the room. He clenched them shut, trying to steady his breath, body still shaking as he flopped back down to the bed with a soft thump. 

It was just a dream. 

It wasn't real. 

None of it was. 

He fluttered his eyes back open, inhales and exhales trembling and stuttering out of his mouth, but slowing down with – (un)surprisingly – practiced ease as he stared at the marks and cracks of the ceiling. The blanket was in a haphazard heap at the corner of his bed, and the cloak levitated steadily in the air beside him, looming over him and somehow managing to look concerned. He ignored it, instead focusing on the ceiling once more. 

He glanced towards the window, noticing that the light streaming through the edges of the curtains were more like the yellowish orange hue of streetlights in a parking lot rather than the light blue of dawn. He glanced at the clock at his bedside table. He didn't get more than 3 hours worth of rest. 

He sighed. He needed more sleep, he thought, and declined his body's wishes to just stand up and start the day early. He didn't know how long he laid there – sweating, breathing, staring at the ceiling, mind wandering places he refused to go, constantly shaking his head to rid off the images of various memories flashing across his mind – trying to get some more sleep. At some point Bohemian Rhapsody repeated in his head in a constant loop, blasting in the back of his mind even as he tried to stop it. Closing his eyes and focusing on the darkness behind his eyelids – don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it – didn't work much, either. Bohemian Rhapsody was soon replaced by Rasputin in his attempt to stop the loop, and that was much worse. 

He grumbled in frustration, flailing, tossing, and turning all over his bed in search of a position that could help him sleep better. He even started counting in his head; with sheeps jumping over fences and all. When that didn't work either, he filtered out other sounds around him to focus on his breathing, distracting himself with the steady rise and fall of his chest. 

He snapped his eyes back open when none of those worked. He stared at the cloak beside him, still swaying about in the air, expecting him to do something. Stephen sighed, frustratedly, and gave up. 

There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. Not when he's just had… no, don't think about it. He shook his head, standing up, having to place his hand on the bedside table to steady himself when the abrupt movement caused a momentary blindness in his vision. One of these days he would just have to risk walking through the darkness and hope to the Gods he won't end up falling into oblivion or hitting random objects around him. 

He trudged through the hallways, the cloak settling over his shoulders in comfort as he clutched its edges with trembling fingers to cover his chest and body like a human-sized (and red?) burrito. The cloak wrapped tighter around him securely in response. He walked down to the kitchen when he felt his stomach grumble. When was the last time he had a meal again? He was pretty sure he had a sandwich with Wong in the afternoon… No, in the morning. He had barely any time to eat or drink yesterday due to the sudden attack. His stomach grumbled again in protest, and he sighed, silently cursing at his own human and bodily needs. 

He opened the fridge, searching around for food. There were vegetables he bought last week, definitely rotten now, and threw them away. There was milk, but it had become – he frowned – less… liquid-ish. Pouring it into a bowl, it seemed to stick when he touched it with a finger, even stretching up when he lifted said finger. Had a gooey-like texture to it. He tasted it a bit, nearly puking at the taste, and then immediately slamming it into the bin. Nothing else was in the fridge other than some… things he had gotten during his 'trips' that needed to be refrigerated. The jar of eyeballs he kept at the door of the refrigerator stared at him expectantly, silently mocking him and the mess he had grown to become. He glared back at them, and then shut the door of the fridge rather loudly in annoyance. 

Rummaging through the cabinets, he found a jar of jam. He made a 'huh' sound, opened the lid, grabbed a spoon, took some of it out, and gave a tentative lick. His face immediately scrunched up at the taste, turning the jar over to check the expiry date. It was tomorrow. Was it tomorrow already? He made another 'huh' sound. In the trash, it went. 

He searched some more, trying to find something for his early breakfast. Or late dinner…? He supposed it was more like a midnight snack. But no, wait, he was counting this as a meal. Midnight meal, then…? He shrugged. Midnight meal, it is. 

There was some old bread, but some inspection resulted in finding a… green… thing… on it. Several, even. In different areas. Definitely throwing that out, too.

God, he really wanted that sandwich he had with Wong again. Would it be weird to go down to the deli at this hour? He supposed it– wait. Sandwich. He had leftovers from his last sandwich, he remembered now. He turned over to the fridge again to see if he had– his eyes caught the sandwich wrapping on top of the counter. 

Ah. It had been on the countertop. It had been on the countertop overnight. For hours, laying there. Apparently he had forgotten to put it in the fridge. He made another 'huh' sound. Well, it's probably gone nasty now. In the trash again. 

He leaned his elbows on the countertop, sighing, tousling his hair with both hands. God, he was a mess. What had led to this? He shook his head, continuing his journey to find food for this 'midnight meal'. 

He found cereal in one of the cabinets, bought the same week, not expired, and definitely not tasting like it. He cheered silently, giggling a bit to himself in the small, momentary joy of successfully finding the not-expired-cereal. It was even enough to last for the entirety of the day if he wished so. He grabbed a bowl, a (different) spoon, and tried not to think about how weird it was to be eating cereal, without milk, in the dark, at the dead of the night. 

He had been in weirder situations before, he supposed. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

He immediately locked himself in the Sanctum's library after the 'midnight meal' (after some fiddling with the badly wrapped bandages around his last injuries – seriously, he wasn't the egotistical doctor he used to be, but these people could be truly incompetent sometimes), thinking it was best to kill time by reading rather than attempting to sleep again. He's had quite enough of that. His mind was still rather sluggish, like some sort of brain fog, eyes droopy and heavy but never really tired enough to sleep. It was confusing and exhausting and utterly tiring. 

At some point he had made himself a cup of tea, continued reading, tea again, reading, and when it reached his fifth cup of tea that morning, there was a bristling to the hair of his nape as he sensed the Sanctum opening its doors to welcome a familiar guest inside. 

"Mister Doctor Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange Sir?" 

He chuckled at the voice that came from downstairs, immediately stepping out and levitating down the staircase to greet the teen. 

"Hello, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

He hoped to God his croaky voice didn't give out how tired he was. 

Peter had been swinging by the Sanctum rather frequently now – had he been? It was hard to remember when his memories were all flicking around and messily stacking against each other in confusion – occasionally to ask favours like helping him in doing homework. 

"I um– so there's this…" he lifted up a notebook that was held in his hands, "it's uh–" he bit his lip, shifting in his feet as he tried and struggled to ask for the help he needed. Stephen took pity on the boy and stepped forward to gently take the notebook off the teen's hands, inspecting it. 

It was a bunch of numbers and equations and… diagrams? He understood some of it, but not enough to actually answer the question it was asking. (If it was actually asking a question in the first place. There was a question mark down there, though, so maybe it did have a question.) 

God, he was getting old. Where was his photographic memory when he needed it most? 

This was more of Tony's area, he thought. 

"This… this is more of your dad's area, Petey. Ask him instead." 

Peter frowned. Stephen froze. 

"My… dad? My dad is… He's…" 

"–I meant Tony! Ask Tony," Stephen hurried to clarify. 

"Mr. Stark? But he's not my–" 

"Alright, bye bye." 

In his panic, he teleported Peter to the front of the Sanctum's doors, which closed shut immediately upon his mental command. The boy yelped at the sudden change of position, but didn't seem to attempt going back inside. Stephen sighed, and even he was confused if it was a sigh of relief or of frustration. 

It was probably both, he decided, and then went back upstairs to continue his cycle of reading-tea-reading-tea until Wong dragged him out to the Kamar Taj courtyard for teaching and the sort. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Peter couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since his last visit to the Sanctum, when Stephen had implied that Mr. Stark was his 'dad', the word had been swirling over in his head in a constant loop for days. 

'Dad' was what he had said, loud and clear, unmistakable. What had it meant? Was there something Stephen (or Mr. Stark?) wasn't telling him? Was there something he didn't know? 

Now that he thought about it, Stephen did look a bit troubled last time. He wondered what problems the sorcerer was facing – maybe it had just been a mistaken slip. Maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe Stephen was just tired – and probably sleep-deprived, by the looks of it (if those dark bags under his eyes that made him look like Mr. Stark after days cooped up in the lab was any indication) – and he had just accidentally said it without meaning a thing. Yeah, that could be it.

But why 'dad'? The word was so peculiar and out of the blue, it was almost impossible that Stephen had mistakenly said it. Sure, Peter had his own fair share of accidentally calling his teachers 'mom', but that was beside the point; what had it meant? 

He had tried texting Stephen to ask about it, but received no response regardless of however many times he had spammed the question. (He was never one to prefer calling – calls are for urgent things. He didn't want to demand Stephen's time and not give him a choice but to answer.) Which was why, the next time he saw Mr. Stark, he had gathered up the courage to explain the matter to the engineer. 

"Dad?" Tony said, a frown on his face. "Ya sure the wizard said 'dad'? You didn't, I don't know, heard him wrong or something?" 

"Yeah," Peter said, just as confused. "I'm sure I heard him right. He kicked me out of the Sanctum after that. Well, not like– 'kicked me out', more like," Peter looked down, eyebrows scrunched in thought, and then lifted his head to his mentor again, "like magically kicked me out?" 

Tony's frown deepened. 

"You mean teleported you out?" 

"Yeah but like– like with magic," he explained, making unnecessary gestures with his hands. "Doesn't matter– point is," again with the hand flailing, "I… don't know what he meant by that. Maybe you, I don't know… Know something about this, Mr. Stark?" Peter bit his bottom lip, waiting for the billionaire's answer, who was currently frowning in either confusion or… something else. He couldn't tell when those indoor-worn glasses were on. 

"No. I don't actually know. What happened when he realised he said it?" 

Peter pursed his lips. 

"I think he looked like he sort of panicked?" Peter replied, "And then he immediately magically kicked-teleported me out of the Sanctum." 

Tony hummed. 

"Should we go ask him instead?" Peter suggested, clearly too embarrassed to ask the sorcerer alone. With Mr. Stark beside him, the likeliness of getting an answer out of the doctor seemed larger – or maybe the opposite? He didn't know that much about their relationship, but Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange seemed to really like each other's company. They may bicker about like an old married couple sometimes, but all the (dare he say… flirty?) banter they had definitely indicated friendship. Or maybe more than that… That was an interesting thought. He would have to save that for later, though. 

"Yeah, sure," was Tony's reply, which took Peter quite a while to digest what for because his mind seemed to be a bit distracted by the memory of Tony and Stephen standing in the donut spaceship or whatever thing, face to face in front of a perfectly lit view of space and stars outside, breath a mere inch from each other as he dangled about at the ship's ceiling. 

An interesting thought, indeed. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

The moment Wong had given Stephen a proper look that day, he knew it would be One of Those Days, or so Stephen usually called, where the sorcerer wouldn’t be in… top-notch condition. Which was why, when he came back from the deli to bring back sandwiches for the two of them, he wasn’t exactly surprised to find Stephen sprawled out on the couch, practically unconscious, bags under his eyes – snoring, even. He wasn’t unused to the snoring, per se, but dear Gods above, was it loud. 

But in all honesty, he’d rather suffer the wrath of Stephen’s snoring rather than having him fall face first or collapse on the ground in the middle of nowhere. And then having to drag him (or levitate him, who knows) around (again).

Yes, this was definitely better. Infinitely. 

But when Stephen mumbled a bit in his sleep and then continued to snore louder, Wong had to suppress a groan and reconsider his life choices. God help him. 

Just as he was about to place Stephen’s sandwich in the refrigerator – dammit Stephen, not the jar of eyeballs again – he felt a tingle in the constantly thrumming magic around him and in the walls, signaling that the Sanctum’s doors had opened on its own volition. He furrowed his brows, and then moved to see who had managed to infiltrate their home. 

“Um, hello? Doctor Strange?" Ah. It was Peter. There was a man beside the teen who was wearing sunglasses, and Wong had to suppress a snort when he realised who he was. Of course it was Stark. Looking in Stephen's direction, he noticed the sorcerer had fallen off the couch and was gleefully sleeping on the floor, the snoring slightly muffled now as his face was squashed against the wood. 

Tony stepped closer, frown visible even beneath the sunglasses. 

"Doc?" he called out, and then turned to Wong, "Is he alive?" 

Wong shrugged. 

"Mostly."

Peter took tentative steps closer, kneeled beside the sorcerer's prone body, and nudged Stephen a bit with his hand. Stephen flinched upon the contact and jolted up with wide eyes, before realisation glinted in them as his mind registered the fact that he wasn't in or going to be in harm's way. 

But then his eyes flicked to Tony, and then Wong, the both of them looming over him, and then to the kneeling teen in front of him. He then looked down at where his body had draped over the floor, limbs tangled in a complicated position, somehow being half on the floor and half on the couch. He winced silently, face reddening at his overall position. He stood up, tried not to be visibly disturbed by the black spots dancing in his vision, and straightened himself. 

Stephen cleared his throat. 

"Good morning sunshine," Tony said, and silently prided himself at the slight, fleeting smirk it received from Wong, "How was the floor?" 

"Cold," Stephen replied bluntly, "Do not recommend, by the way. A zero out of ten," he shifted his feet, awkwardly flitting his eyes at the three of them. "So what brought you here, Peter?" He refused his mind's almost instinctual request to use the word love, the endearment burning at the tip of his tongue, "And you, Stark." Tony. 

Wong saw the look Peter sent his way, the hesitant and silent request, and sighed. He said his excuses to Stephen, then made a portal to Kamar Taj to leave the three of them alone. 

*.~ ◇ ~.*

Needless to say, Stephen had expected the both of them to ask about the slight slip he made the other day. He knew avoiding it would just be futile, especially with two stubborn heads involved, but that didn’t mean he was prepared for it. 

"You told him?" Stephen asked, knowing it was inevitable in the beginning, but never been very sure of his judgement now compared to his past self. He’s learnt that many things could go in many ways, end up in many outcomes. He’s learnt since a very long time ago that Time was not to be trusted and Fate not to be believed in. He’s learnt since a very long time ago about the consequences of knowing and the reality of truth. 

"Yeah, he did," Tony said, bringing his mind to the present, "Now tell us. What was it about?" 

Stephen stared at them. The way they sat, the way they talked, their patterns… Every one of them were seared in his damned photographic memory of a mind, like an almost cursed blessing. He lifted his cup, tasting the warmth of the tea as it slid down his throat, the bittersweet scent of it. Stalling his time, he was sure it was obvious but didn’t seem to care, as he contemplated his answer to the question. 

He breathed in. 

He couldn't take it anymore. There were too many of them, too much of them playing like a broken tape in his head every day and every night, and he couldn't keep it in any longer. All of it has made his mind spill over like a leaking faucet, everything melding and mashing into a confused mess that has him struggling.

He knew the truth would set him free, but not until it was done with him. 

He placed the cup gently back down on the table, and heard the clink of ceramic against oak. 

"The timelines," he said, voice raw against his own volition, finally admitting, "I.. It was the timelines." 

"Timelines," Tony repeated. "The 14 million…" 

"Yes," he said. "In those timelines, we…” he was making a mistake, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it, not with them. Not with the two people he’s spent most of his life – the unreal and unlived part of his life, he reminded himself – with them. But still, he needed them to know. He needed them to see. He couldn’t bear lying anymore (because keeping the truth locked away still counted as lying, did it not?), and with them most especially. 

He took in a breath that slightly stuttered, composing himself as he chose his next words carefully. 

There was no going back now.

“We were… we were together, as… as a family, in a few of those timelines."

"A few?" Peter scooted to the edge of his seat. 

Stephen gulped, eyes clenched shut, memories flashing beneath them. It began and it went, it started and it passed. Each flickering amongst the other, overlapping, fighting against the gates that guarded his sanity. Constantly shifting, constantly echoing, constantly breaking.

Each a lying truth, each a hopeless hope, each a fateless fate. 

"A majority," he said, and tried to keep the flashing memories at bay. 

"A family…" Tony silently said, a mere whisper, but hope burned at the edges of his words. "We were a family." 

"We could've been." he said, and that was it, wasn't it? Could have, would have, should have. 

"Peter, you, and I." Stephen stared at his hands, at the scars on them. On the way it trembled, the way it shook like those memories did. It was a part of him, the both of them. His hands, his mind, they were one. 

"We could still be," Peter said, hopeful yet hesitant, tentative yet sure, and Stephen had to take a moment to process that. 

He lifted his head towards the teen, saw the glint of faith, the promise of more. He's seen the same look on the mirror before, he thought, and something in him clicked at the way it reflected in the boy's eyes.

"Could we?" he whispered, afraid of his own voice, of his own words. Afraid of the hope he might've slipped into them, of the longing.

Tony stared at him, his expression soft and open. And the next words that slipped out of his mouth whispered of promise. 

"We could try." 

Flashes of red burned across his mind, the sound of a snap echoing across a battlefield. The sound of laughter played like a broken record in his ears, the memory of brown eyes under the sun, of bronze skin wrinkling from a smile, the tingle of nostalgia and the yearning of a life that never really existed clawing at his mind, at his chest, in him. 

Try. Stephen Strange wasn't a man that believed in fate, but he believed in trying.

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Hhhnnngggg not exactly proud of how this turned out and I dunno if I did your prompt justice but, I can’t seem to find the willingness to rewrite it. ^^’’ I would also feel bad to prolong my response to your prompt. I hope you enjoyed this, though?

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[borealisthegreat]

pt 1 of posting tiny fanfic snippets cause I have commitment issues

featuring peter and harley being bros and steve being... confused

five likes and I post some supremefamily fanfic I have lying around loll

“Are you kidding me, bro?”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he placed the bread back in the basket. He was very proud of the grilled cheese he had made (which looked quite good, if he did say so himself), and another Avenger might be a threat to his masterpiece.

“No… jeez, you are joking, right?”

…That was a child’s voice.

What was a child doing in the Avengers Compound?

The kid scoffed. “No shit. He’s going to kill you, and DUM-E will cry. Do you want DUM-E to cry? Well then, you should have thought about that before you pulled this.”

Steve took the plate and turned to leave, but hesitated for a moment. He trusted FRIDAY, but…

A boy walked into the kitchen. He had to be no more than thirteen, and he ran his fingers through a head of fluffy caramel hair. “You’re an idiot.” he said decisively. In his hand was a StarkPhone in a clear case stuffed with stickers. The boy wore an oversized sweatshirt with a backpack slung over one shoulder, and he crowed with laughter as he strolled through the kitchen. He didn’t spare Steve even so much as a glance. “Are you kidding me?” he asked again. “I’m the problem child! You finally screwed up, Little Bo Pete, I’m not helping you cover it up!”

Steve moved out of the way almost robotically as the boy opened the refrigerator door.

What the—

The kid tossed a jar of peanut butter and some raspberry jam onto the counter, grabbing the bread from it’s basket. He tapped his phone and laid it on the counter. Another boy’s voice rang out,

“Come on, Harley, please.” Cars honked in the background. “Dad nearly had a heart attack the last time I got shot, he’s going to go insane.”

Shot?!

“Fuck yeah he will. And Pop’ll toss you in the astral plane and throw away the key.”

The second boy moaned loudly. “You suck,”

“You have been upgraded to ‘problem child’ status. It includes midnight lectures, no access to matches, and lunchbox notes that say ‘if you misbehave, it’s an eternity in the mirror dimension and back in time for dinner’.” Harley snarked, spreading a healthy helping of peanut butter on the bread.

“I know. I got your lunch last week.”

“Yeah, and meanwhile you get notes saying ‘I’m proud of you’,” A wicked smile spread across his face. “Well, that’s the end of that.” He smeared another slice with jam and smashed them together.

“Shut up.” the boy on the other end hissed. “I’m seriously worried, Harley. I need your help. Please.”

Harley put down the knife and leaned back against the cabinets, pondering. “Hmmmmmmmmm…” he said loudly, stoking a nonexistent beard with peanut buttery fingers. “What’s in it for me?”

His (brother’s?) response was immediate. “Homework answers for a month, one get-out-of-jail free card with Happy via me, and a good word from Spiderman.”

“Two months homework and Spidey says I’m the coolest guy he’s ever met.”

“One month homework, MJ helps you with English, get-out-of-jail-free, and you’re a superhero’s friend.”

Harley’s eyes narrowed.

“…And a happy meal on me.”

He paused. “Break the deal, and I place your LEGOs all over the house in the most random places imaginable. You will step on them, and you will beg for mercy.”

“I swear on the great and terrible spaghetti monster.”

Harley’s eyes sparked. “Done.” He threw the peanut butter and jelly into the fridge, the knife into the sink, and grabbed the sandwich off the counter (he hadn’t bothered to use a plate). He tore a piece off with his teeth and gulped it down. “Okay, Parker, here’s how it’s gonna go…”

He strode out of the room.

Steve stared after him.

Well, FRIDAY had allowed him inside, so…?

Then he put his (empty) plate in the dishwasher and headed to bed.

[impossiblegirl1012]

Not to be a needy biatch but can someone please write an Ironstrange fanfic where Tony and Stephen are two single dads and Peter and America parent trap them🥺🙏🏽😩

[harpywritesfic]

New fic!

It's a supreme family fic, with America and Peter, inspired by how fabulous Stephen looks with his nails painted. I hope you enjoy! 😊

[magicaltear]

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Spider-Man: Homecoming, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Parenting Peter Parker | Supremefamily | Strange Family, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Ficlet, No beta we die like Tony in What If...?

Summary: Peter listens to Tony and never hops onto that ferry full of alien arms dealers. Instead, he has much more urgent matters to worry about in the form of his school’s homecoming dance and the date he scored with Liz Allan. When Aunt May's work schedule gets flipped, Tony enlists his and Stephen's help to get him ready for his eventful night. That involves, of course, teaching Peter how to dance. Excerpt under the cut!

Peter took one long, deep breath and willed the butterflies fluttering in his stomach to settle. They weren’t even the fun kind of butterflies—the ones that lifted him higher whenever he swung from the tallest buildings at 5th Avenue or puffed up his chest whenever Tony praised him—but the kind that twisted a knot in his gut and made him want to puke.

“You done yet, kid?” Tony’s voice came from down the hallway, tone as quick and lighthearted as always. “Come on, let’s see it. Let’s not make an Avengers Fashion Week out of this. Hey, maybe that could be a good publicity stunt.”

“Hmm, so you design fashion lines now?” Stephen’s deep baritone followed right after, and Peter could hear his fond amusement all the way to the guest bedroom he currently occupied.

“Fashion lines are designed with me as the muse,” Tony said, not missing a beat. “Seriously, honey bunny, you gotta keep up with the trends. Besides, I think my armor designs are gorgeous. Totes haute couture, wouldn’t you say so?”

Stephen laughed. “Haute couture armor?” he asked.

“It could happen!”

“Peter!” Stephen called him back with a groan, begging for him to intervene and stop Tony’s train of thought before it could leave the station.

With a huff, Peter gave up on his attempts to tie his necktie and sent one last pitiful glance at the full-length mirror in the room before walking out into the hallway.

Continue reading on AO3 here!

[kyuyua]

I have caught up with all 291 chapters, 912k+ words of @doitwritenow’s The End of Infinity and I am empty. I am pain. And I am in dire need of more content holy shIT that was good and that’s a terrible cliffhanger—

[randomnameless]

The zombie ask made me remember a thought I had for SS's final chapter where anyone who got blood directly from Rhea would have been resurrected to protect her (their vision is like that horror game blurry where they can see enough to spot you but can't see you from across the map). Jerry and Willy are mini-bosses near Rhea to make the area around her dangerous. Jerry and Billy having a talk where Jerry says anything he wished he could've said in life‚ and Willy having convos with empire (1/3)

(2/3) and nabatean units. Like Willy saying to Seteth‚ "Cichol! How long has it been? About the shield-" and Seteth wondering if the Willy talking to him is actually there or it's Rhea perception of Willy talking. Willy's empire convos would lean towards Willy himself is talking‚ with him saying to Ferdinand‚ "I never thought I'd see the day that anyone related to Aegir would join Nemesis." Him mistaking Bernie for Indech. And Billy's would be Willy thinking they're Nemesis (3/3) "Despite my vision‚ I know that's you Nemesis. I don't know how you're alive but this time you're staying dead!"‚ and anyone related to the elites as "After Seiros sparred you all‚ you dare turn your blade against her?! Do you even know what your 'relic' is made from?" TL;DR: I wanted more WoH content despite Nopes giving some‚ and thinking about how can I jam in as much as I can with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Sorry for the long ask‚ wanted to get these thoughts out of my system.

No pbs anon!

I guess we all didn't like at all how the game bothered to bring back zombies but never wrote battle quotes against them (tfw Seteth'n'Flayn have no battle quote against Nemesis...)

I was going to hype zombie!Ionius, but he never got her blood directly, so he wouldn't have been resurrected :(

(let's be real, if zombie!Ionius was real and brought back in his prime, he would fold those Faerghian barbarians and those foreigners with his pinky, because he'd be that much of an awesome unit)

However, instead of them being "mistaken" because their resurrection failed about what's happening, I'd say let them get full awareness (as much as they can muster) about who they're fighting against!

I'd see a Jerry-Billy convo being a lot of apologies, especially since Billy accepted to take Rhea's mantle and was/is truly happy in the Monastery, something Jerry obviously wrote off when he ran away all those years, maybe we could have Jerry muse that it's weird how he was "brought back" to protect a Rhea who lost her mind know, and how ironic it is, when he should have stayed and maybe if he didn't ran away all those years ago, Billy would have led a happier life, and whatever Rhea's having right now wouldn't have happened. Billy ultimately putting his grievances to rest, saying that despite everything, they are still happy Jerry's their dad, and maybe ends with some "thank you Father" instead of calling them Jerry (in an AU where Billy is voiced, of course!).

Maybe a convo with Leonie too, where Jerry tries to goad her into killing him, saying she never got what it "takes" to be a merc, because she is a nice kid and isn't able to put her morals aside for a bag of money.

And with Alois, Jerry could encourage him, for the "first and last time", saying he'll make a fine Captain of the Knights, and to please not end up like him, mocking the wishes of his wife and not doing everything he could for the kid.

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Emperor Willy himself wondering where the fuck he is, but if Seiros is in this form, then he has to protect her - and it this is the post Lycaon death AU* Willy isn't surprised at seeing Adrestia turn its blade against Seiros, because Adrestia is a failure and he lost faith in the world.

Against Cichol, Willy could open the convo with the shield, noticing how Cichol took "his" shield, Seteth tries to reply but it's useless, and asks him to stand aside, Willy says he cannot, even for him, his "brother" because Seiros is his priority, and if in that state she'll bring ruin to the world, then so be it, Seteth sighs, apologises (and rekts him).

I suppose Flayn would ask him to get the fuck out of the way, and Willy will refuse, but also apologise for what happened to her, and her mother too (and her cousin!), but crusts this world and its inhabitants are to blame.

Willy against Billy... well, Willy will think they're one of Nemesis's scion even if he thought the guy died childless- despite their hair color, he knows better after all! - and reveals he was on Macuil's side, and told Seiros mercy would be wasted on the likes of them (the Elites' families and, I suppose, Nemesis's potential fam?), but she didn't listen to him.

Willy against the Empire peeps would be hilarious though, because in the AU* Willy ditched it after Lycaon's death, so he'd be pretty pissed that the same Empire now tries to kill Seiros. Maybe he'd call Ferdie a scion of traitor, referring to Derrick, who pledged his loyalty to an usurper (Empress Hildegarde, who took the throne after Lycaon's death), raving about how he descends from a line of traitors, and he will put an end to this farce himself (with his stats? lol).

Willy'd also be pissed seeing Bernie, digusted at what Adrestia became if Bernie, as a noble, is what Adrestia's finest has to offer (maybe insert a fire joke or two) - Bernie could find the courage to fight back against this rando who insults her and tell him to shut up, because she wants to fight to protect people now.

Lin would maybe comment on Willy being, well, Willy, and wondering why the fuck is he fighting against the Empire, maybe with Willy telling him this is what he should have down instead, cutting off his own "blood"* for the sake of Fodlan, but he will correct this mistake right now.

Caspar would be interested in fighting this "strong warrior" from ancient times, if the fate of Fodlan wasn't at stake, Willy'd swore he came from an Elite family with a mindset like this, but only be digusted.

As for Petra, maybe we could get an ancient exemple of Adrestian assholery, like Willy saying he thought the people of "Eyvel" wouldn't be mindless allies of the Empire, and how mistaken he was, they're "savages" after all - only for Petra to reply with some "who are you? Get out of my way plz" (and she crits him and he dies).

And for Doro... I guess their convo would be the most important "lore wise", Doro immediately recognises him and wonder if he is here to avenge Edie - Willy immediately cuts her off, asking why he should even care about that person when no one avenged his son when he was murdered by his "bastard" siblings (confirming that Supreme Leader is not part lizard!).

*The AU I'm talking about is the AU I came up with, aka Lycaon being a half lizard, being named heir, murdered by his "human" half-siblings/nephews - Willy learns it and immediately bails out of Adrestia, having lost faith in Fodlan, humanity and well, most likely everything. After 80 years of chronic depression (while Rhea is now obsessed with bringing back Sothis, because she will make the world go round, and be safe anew for Nabateans living and the ones that would be brought back, humans, and even Lycaon who will obviously return - Willy doesn't believe it) he passes away after having found some sort of renewed faith in the world (seeing all those people coming to the Monastery and tending to their daily lives, looking after orphans, etc etc). So obviously, when he's brought back at the end of SS and sees Adrestia, targeting Seiros/Rhea, he loses it and becomes an extra kind of asshole (a tru hresvelg).

I agree with you though, maybe add a bit of "savages" and "ungrateful barbarians" here and there, but I don't think Willy is even going to listen to reason or even try to listen at all (like a tru hresvelg) anyone who descends from an Elite.

Maybe after those two mini-bosses, Seteth would say that those "persons" were not the ones they were in life, and how the Crest (crusts are to blame!) warped their personalities, only for Flayn to follow with a meaningful "..." - opening a lot redshit threads for fans to "give their own version" lol

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And for extra useless completionist stuff, like, if you picked the "Nabatean" option in the Sothis paralogue when Supreme Leader asks you who was lived in the Red Canyon, got a C+ support with Supreme Leader and went to her coronation, fought her using Billy and the Nabateans (with the famous "your ears are pointy you cannot rule over humans"), have both Billy and the Nabateans fight against Thales and Billy had a A support with all Nabateans, after Jerry and Willy's death, Berserk!Rhea would unleash a large scripted AoE on the map, empty husk!Lycaon could appear on the map, maybe as a white beast like creature on steroids, but who looks more like the IO than a regular White Beast (he has arms and wings?), who starts on the opposite side of the map and goes in your direction, but unlike the other white beasts, damaged dealt on Rhea won't be reflected on him.

Obviously, if the party kills him, Berserk!Rhea suddenly gains "Wrath" - but if you stall too much, empty!husk Lycaon has stats to ruin your party (unlike Willy!). Also if he dies then A support or no A support Rhea doesn't survive.

(And maybe if you accidently kill him, Billy gets "!" box popping up, with a new use of "Divine Pulse" coming out from nowhere, as it's Sothis' way to ask them to find a way not to kill him)

Billy will reveal what that unit is, idk, maybe they're closing their eyes and say that they are only a body animated by idk, the resonating power of the IO's Crest - but their true spirit has been long gone, now only remains a body and the rage it had before passing away. Then Billy opens their eyes, and says they would have wanted to meet him under other circumstances (but who is talking? Billy? or Sothis?)

Flayn despairs seeing her "cousin" (confirming her ties to Rhea!) in this situation, apologises for not having been able to be there for him, idk, like she promised too, but this time, she will.

Seteth too is saddened and while he wonders how many members of his family he will have to kill today, he tells Lycaon that this is final lesson, so he better remember it.

Ah, and in this revamped SS finale (since we're in AU land!), Relics work like Devil Weapon against Rhea and Lycaon - damage isn't dealt to the foe, but to your unit instead! And if your unit survives, the Relic insta-breaks (as a gameplay mechanic like 0 uses left).

End of the fight, Rhea survives (?), there is some ending blurb about every White Beast who wasn't defeated vanished "as if they were finally put to rest", that S support is revamped to have Rhea more or less say she has to move on now and cannot be stuck in the past, and has to let the past "rest in peace" to finally move forward - both for her and the one shes so dearly misses (ending line would be Billy in brackets musing how rare it is to see Sothis smile).

Ultimate bonus if this is the last route you play (or finished all the other routes), and if you got this ending, you'd have a special scene at the end, of Rhea and Billy waving hands at an assembly composed of all BE students (some of them waving back! even Bernie!), members of staff/knights, some randoms, but also, 11 randos with green hair and pointy ears, idk, wearing tunics with their emblems to know who they are, Willy (back to his bright and stupid self) carrying kid!Lycaon (with his pointy ears!) on his shoulders, some other random woman next to Flayn with a matching haircut, Manu pulling at Seteth's pointy ear (if they got their A+ support, else he frowns like usual), ghost!Jerry and ghost!Sitri waving too, and adult!Sothis (all the ghosts are transparent like, save for adult!Sothis - again, it would have been made on purpose by the devs who wondered if that would have created fanwank about Sothis' state, dead or alive?).

Not to say ghosts are real in Fodlan, but it would be some sort of representation that both dead and living people are happy to see a world where both humans and Nabateans can live together - even if they're dead, their dreams live on, or some stuff like that.

But of course, to get this ending, you'd have to get the most out of Supreme Leader's beliefs and the general intolerance that permeated Fodlan since, well, the Red Canyon, but even before (the first agarthan war?).

[kristenwell]

(Not) Jealous - Leo Valdez x Reader

(Okay so I've had this idea for a while and I thought it was cute but it's my first fanfic so it's probably cringe 💀 Also : g/p = godly parent)

Leo glared and huffed in annoyance. He was sitting on a bench near the docks, observing a certain person.

This particular habit of his s/o was starting to get on his nerves.

It’s been a few days since they found a stray cat near the camp and since they’ve started to neglect him.

The demigod in question kept on cuddling the small calico in content. Few kisses on its little head here and there along with careful hugs.

The son of Hephaestus had hard time admitting to his jealousy.

„You’re gonna burn a hole in their head if you keep staring like that.“ The voice next to him spoke, slightly amused by his behavior.

„Maybe it’ll finally take their attention away from that stupid cat.“ Leo grumbled. He didn’t even need to look at the person speaking to know it’s Jason, and he knew he came to tease him.

The blond boy chuckled. He sat on the bench next to his curly haired friend as he kept his eyes on y/n.

„Maybe you should join them,“ Jason suggested: „and show that you’re interested instead of sulking here like a little kid.“

Leo huffed and ran his hand through his dark curls. The gentle wind doing little to no help with cooling down his red face.

„You don’t get it, they haven’t given me their full attention for like whole two days, how am I supposed to survive?“ He whined dramatically.

Jason’s eye caught a figure approaching the two boys.

„Here they come. Good luck, dude.“ The taller male gave Leo a reassuring pat on his shoulder before scurrying Zeus knows where.

The sight of wind blowing in their hair, sun kissing their skin as they walked in his direction made his heart pound loudly against his chest. Leo could feel himself melting, he was whipped.

„Hey, fire boy.“  Badump. Normally if anyone else were to call him that he’d hate it. But  Y/N was an exception.

The child of g/p sat in Jason’s previous spot next to Leo. They still held the tri-color cat in their arms.

Before the shorter male should utter a word his s/o beat him to it.

„So what’s got you so down? Usually you’d be all over me in a second.“  That sentence alone made Leo straighten his back and snap his head in their direction.

„Why don’t you ask that stupid animal since you’ve been spending SO much time together.“ Irritation was evident in his voice as he kicked the poor ground.

„Cookie is not stupid, she is one of the smartest cats I’ve seen. Aren’t you, sweetie?“ They cooed at at the tiny creature in their arms before the realization hit.  „Love, don’t tell me that THE Super Sized Mcshizzle is jealous.“ A smirk made its way on their face.

A red hue spread across the male’s face as he looked away.

„Of course not, look who you’re talking to. I’m the bad boy supreme, “ He stammered.“I’m just suggesting that you should spend more time with your boyfriend than that stray that probably has fleas.“

Y/N covered the Cookie’s ears and started at their lover in disbelief.

„Don’t treat her like some sort of animal.“ The look that he shot them spoke for itself.

A short silence left them both looking into each other’s eyes. Y/N was the first one to break it.

„I’m sorry if it seemed like ignored you, it wasn’t my intention.“ They gently took his hand into theirs as they looked for a sign of uncomfortableness in his face.

„I’m sorry too, for lashing out at you. It wasn’t cool of me.“

His s/o shook their head and slid closer to him. „So, we’re good?“

„Yep, we’re good.“ He smiled and kissed them gently on their lips.

„Since we’ve established things I need to do one last thing,“ Y/N grinned and quickly placed the relaxed cat in their boyfriend’s arms. „hold her for a while.“

Leo sent a puzzled look his lover’s way as they pulled out a camera and aimed it at him.

„What? She needs a father as well.“  They giggled and snapped a few photos.

„Gotta have something for the family album.“

[zanaririn]

PHILOCALIST: Tokyo Revengers

SUMMARY. unable to witness her cousin's demise for 19 times, [Name] decides to take the role of the protagonist from him.

CHARACTERS. TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI (mentioned), HINATA TACHIBANA (mentioned), AKANE INUI (wattpad)

WARNINGS. YANDERE (including the reader), sad lesbian, happy bisexual

A/N. this is basically a description for my wattpad tokyo revengers fanfic!! desperate time calls for desperate measures, you see.

One day, [Name] wakes up in a room completely adorned with pink, wait, actually she wakes up to that sight every time.

When she regained full consciousness, [Name] realized that she is inside of her favorite manga, "Tokyo Revengers", a world where gangsters rule supreme. Instead of being a character who is relevant to the plot, she is now [Name] Alchemivich Pinka Schoenheit ─ a background character who happens to be the protagonist's cousin?!

For a background character, she's surprisingly living a good life. Not only does she have a loving family but she's also annoyingly wealthy! So why wasn't she mentioned in the story at all?

Takemichi Hanagaki, her pitiful cousin is fated to suffer for 19 time-leaps in order to change everyone's future. She decides to save his effort and simply eliminates everyone in his way, by acting all lovey dovey with them!

Determined to snatch the role of the protagonist ─ she will steal everything that was meant for him. Starting with his problems, and perhaps the girl that was also meant for him?

curious? read here!!

@literallyremi @sychomania

[darkkitty1208]

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fanfic drabble emoji game

It's supposed to be a friendly competition. Best pumpkin carver wins, simple as that. Stephen thought it'd make a nice family tradition. Little did he know, a family like his couldn't have friendly competitions. 

He rubs a hand on his face.

Pumpkin pulp was blasted onto the walls, stuck to the floor, flying in the air and into shouting faces. He sees the cloak in the scene, nearly groaning aloud at having to wash it later. Tony catches his exasperated face, and a sly grin appears. 

The slimy, orange substance hits his face. 

"That's it!" he exclaims, and joins in. 

[marvels-meme]

Canon worldbuilding lore on the MCU Kree to help you with your fanfic

They rule over multiple planets. Hala is the capital.

Hala's star is called Pama

In the comics there are around five known planets in Hala's system - it's unclear if Hala is 4th or 5th planet because it's been confused with another planet, Turunal.

Hala is located in the Larger Magellanic Cloud

Hala had oceans and forests (rip to those tho lol)

Leader of the Empire is called the "Supremor"

The Supreme Intelligence was basically god

The collective is one idea of the afterlife — if your brain is worthy it joins the Supreme Intelligences database when you die.

The spiritual afterlife is called the Etherplex or something idk

Their technology is somewhat water based (need more info on this)

Architecture is heavy on metal and stone and is very geometric. Buildings are detailed but there generally isn't too much furniture.

Cyan and purplish lights for a big chunk of Hala, golden lights for the Supreme Intelligence.

No hanging paintings... If you want art you have to hire someone to paint your wall lol

Starforce generally have one room apartments, I couldn't see a kitchen in them.

Stuff like wardrobes, book shelves, cupboards and drawers are more likely to be inserted into the wall to save space.

Like Carol literally lived in a single room with a bed, nightstand and a hexagonal cup. The ideal female living space.

They have hexagonal cups (I just thought that was cute)

The military is a big deal! Other respectable careers involve teaching, medicine, typically intelligent jobs that give something to society.

Kids are trained from a young age in the military. They're called "recruits". There's a deleted scene of Yon-Rogg teaching some.

The military hierarchy is likely Supremor > Accuser > Starforce > Kree Army > Non Kree Army > War slaves.

The Accusers aren't just extra bad military. They uphold the law, make arrests, hold trials, decide punishments, etc. I'd imagine that this is typically done for more important criminals or prisoners of war. That's why Dar-Benn holds an Accuser hammer as Supremor — she's upholding the law.

Kree Law is vaguely structured around the Tablets of Koth — they aren't definitive but they are the main basis.

Questioning your leaders is technically illegal

The worst crime of all is being "un-Kree".

Kree supremacy is big. In the comics it's illegal for Kree to have children with other species. They will tolerate other races if they’re feeling nice about it, but ultimately the Kree come first. This is important in the context of Carol's relationship with Yon-Rogg.

There's racism of blue Kree > non blue Kree in the comics but it doesn't appear to be present in the MCU. Keep it in mind though.

The Kree originally evolved to have blue skin because of low oxygen levels on Hala. Non blue kree came later as a result of mixing with other species. Since making babies with another species has been illegality for probably millenia, non blue Kree are now just another skin tone of the species.

Sexism isn't a thing. Yon-Rogg isn't sexist to Carol he's being racist too her lol

There are groups of noble families with some quite strict rules about battle. If a noble is cornered in battle with no way out they have to drink the special suicide juice or else they are shamed.

The suicide juice is called Odium, which means hate in Latin. If you sip it you go crazy with rage, get super strength and start trying to fight everything until it makes your heart explode

In the comics the Kree have double that of human organs — ie two hearts, four lungs. Brain is probably an exception. They have stronger bones and heavier muscle mass.

Kree blood has healing properties strong enough to bring a species with simple DNA (like humans) back from the dead but it's super duper painful and like 7/8 of the people that have received it have been given some kind of amnesia afterwards

Carol was one of those humans lol rip queen

Apparently the amnesia thing isn't even hard to do? In Agents of Shield a Kree had a tiny little hammer and he'd slap people with it and they'd loose their memories (I doubt that Carol was slapped with a tiny hammer but you never know this might help you)

Propaganda art - there are some gorgeous statues and murals in the Captain Marvel concept art.

Fashion is generally dark. Black, grey and brown for most people. It's not too complicated. White appears to be for underclothes/sleeping wear.

Well it's not too complicated unless you are the Supremor. Remember, Dar-Benn is succeeding the position from their idea of god. She's dressed to the tens and stands out the most from literally everyone. Her stuff is more detailed and metallic and she's wearing a lot more jewellery.

Also notice how Dar-Benn changes outfits literally every ten minutes. I need Marvel to stop killing all the cunty villains because I deserved to study her entire wardrobe thank you very much

A few Kree women (including Carol) have the style of one side being braided and the other let down.

The Kree are encouraged to experiment with as many genders as possible

So technically Carol Danvers lesbian sex canon

Some people grow babies in big tanks. Why? To make them strong or something idk. Carol's comic half sister was born in a big tank bc they wanted her to be strong asf to serve as an Accuser

Swear words — I only know da'st. No idea what it means

They don't have a word for candy </3

Normal space currency is called credits. Kree currency is called kreedits. If that's not the funniest fucking thing ever I don't know what is.

Kree names are "your name-family name". Eg Yon-Roggs given name is Yon, but his surname is Rogg. His daughters name is Una-Rogg.

You generally don't separate the name. Yon-Roggs name isn't Yon, it's Yon-Rogg. Obviously there's exceptions, but that's the general naming rule. It wouldn't be outright wrong to call him Yon, it would just be uncommon and slightly weird.

The Kree have beef with every species ever. They had multiple wars with the Asgardians and the Xandarians.

I've probably missed something lol

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[abproductions2345]

The Ineffable Pieces AU! Designs

So I made an Au where 5 years have passed since aziraphale became the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven and he was having a hard time being the head Angel he regrets everything that happened leaving behind his adopted daughter and Crowley, so he comes back to try to fix things but to discover alot has changed, will he be able to get back his family?

So in this au Muriel is Marie's Guardian while Crowley is her New Adopted father and they grew a bond together but Marie has conflicted feelings towards Aziraphale the Papa who abandoned her

(I wanted to draw fluffy beard azi but it looked so weird in my style 🥲 so I gave him a cape instead)

This au will be shown in short comics and possibly a Fanfic

(Also my asks are open for this AU)

[winsteria]

This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

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➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

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➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

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[shenachigans]

MARRY YOU NOT | Serval

PAIRING: Serval x Fem!Reader

CW: angst (?), unreciprocated love kinda, implied Cocolia x reader, arranged marriage

SUMMARY: Members of prestigious families don’t marry for love, and Serval has yet to realize that.

A/N: Just a warmup for what I want to write, hehe. This is the start of my ‘writing Honkai Star Rail fanfics’ arc. Expect more HSR fics to come ;)

WORDS: 1,025

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“Hey, Cocolia,” a bored Serval nudges Cocolia’s shoulder. She was currently reading a book during her break from her academic activities. The two were currently in the private library of the Belobog Academy, away from the public, courtesy of Cocolia’s status as the future Supreme Guardian. For Serval to have access was because she was Cocolia’s best friend and a member of the prestigious Landau family. “Are Supreme Guardians allowed to marry?” Serval questions, earning a confused look on the older woman’s face. 

Cocolia sighs and places her book on the coffee table before looking at the younger woman. “Supreme Guardians do not need to marry because their heirs are chosen by the Architects. Hence, marriage to produce an heir is unnecessary.” Her answer made Serval sigh. Her best friend is too invested in her duties. She understands that preparing to become Belobog’s ruler in the future is a big responsibility, but she has no time for herself. Serval sighed, shaking her head as she crossed her arms. Azure eyes stare at amethyst ones with worry. “Marrying someone isn’t for producing heirs, but to spend the rest of your life with the person you love, Cocolia. Don’t you want to have someone who cares for you? Even if the Architects have already chosen an heir to succeed you?” 

Cocolia couldn’t help but chuckle incredulously. She and Serval may have been best friends since they were children, but she had never heard these words from Serval. All she would hear from the younger woman’s lips were complaints about academics and her passion for music, not once about love. “I’m aware of what a marriage in the romantic aspect is, but it is simply impossible for my position. I have priorities, and finding love isn’t one of them. People with statuses like ourselves would only marry for benefits, Serval.” 

Cocolia almost felt bad at how her words darkened Serval’s mood, but they both knew she was right. The only kind of marriage that is common in the rich and influential class is an arranged marriage. Serval seemed hurt by reality, but she wished to keep hoping. Sensing the younger woman’s dejection, Cocolia sighs. “Do you perhaps fancy someone and wish to marry them? You wouldn’t ask me a question such as this out of the blue.” She must’ve suspected correctly when Serval’s face turned into a light shade of pink, causing her to widen her eyes in curiosity and surprise. “Serval, you…” 

Serval immediately waved her hands in defense, shaking her head from embarrassment. Of course, her best friend would find out the moment she asked her a question about marriage. Her face was a darker shade of pink now. “N-No! It isn’t like that!” Serval blushed, looking away to hide her face, but one glance at Cocolia’s unamused expression made her grumble. “Fine… I do fancy someone,” she clears her throat to calm herself. Her heart pounded out of her chest as a certain someone appeared in her mind, only darkening the blush across her face. Her best friend’s silence prompted her to continue. “She’s just… Beautiful… People may think differently of her due to her cold disposition, but if you see her real self, you’d be awestruck!” 

Cocolia almost sees hearts in her best friend’s eyes as she talks about this ‘someone.’ It was unlikely of her, and it piqued her interest. She wanted to know who made Serval fawn over them. “Is she someone I have encountered before?” The question catches Serval off guard. She expected a different reaction, but she wasn’t complaining. However, Cocolia’s interest may change when she learns who this ‘someone’ is. “Uhm…” Cocolia raises a brow at Serval’s hesitance. “She’s also from a prestigious family, but they don’t get along with the Architects… So, uh…” Serval fancied someone from a family that gave Cocolia’s ancestors a difficult time. 

“Lord L/n and Lady L/n’s only child, Young Lady Y/n?” Cocolia has met you but only for formalities. Although, she does find you to be an interesting one. At the mention of your name, Serval’s eyes widen. Cocolia was right. Serval Landau is smitten with the one and only Y/n L/n, a cold-hearted and duty-driven young lady. You were around the same age as Gepard Landau. Your coldness and forwardness drove people away, irked by your unliveliness as you always focused on becoming the perfect heir to succeed your father. Despite your demeanor, Serval saw a glimpse of something that drew her to you: your flushed, embarrassed face. Serval was already interested in you, but seeing you put down your guard enamored her. 

“What do you plan on doing, Serval? Lady Y/n mustn’t hinder your academics.” The younger woman sighed at Cocolia. First, she didn’t know what to do since you were like her best friend: love wasn’t your priority. Second, Cocolia was already too late to advise her as you’ve taken over the musician’s head and heart, where her feelings grow every day. With determination on Serval’s face, she boldly declares: “I plan to marry her. I want to pursue Y/n L/n.” 

Back to the present…

“I hereby announce Supreme Guardian, Madam Cocolia Rand, and Lady Y/n of the L/n family as wife and wife!” Serval dismissively chuckles as the priest’s words bring her back to the present. How much of a fool she was to think she’d be able to marry you. You two have gotten closer since she declared that bold statement years ago. It’s not like you didn’t return her affections. See, Serval was too timid to risk your friendship, so a confession of her love didn’t come your way. You were so close, yet so far, but now you’re even further from her now that you involuntarily belong to someone who didn’t want this marriage as much as you did. Serval is grateful you became Cocolia’s wife because your father could’ve married you off to some bastard. She knows Cocolia will treat you right even if your union is diplomatic. Her best friend would never hurt you. However, Serval knows she could never have you, not anymore. 

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