#doctor strange x wong

[invye]

Unity of Magic - Chapter 33

We're back! Hello! It has been a while! (I'm sorry, it will happen again).

Come and get your serving of capital A Angst <3

[lukas-dusk]

Tony bleeding out after fighting bad guys : Is he staring at me?

Rhodey trying to stop the bleeding : Of course he’s staring at you, you’re bleeding out.

Tony : But is he staring at me in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" Or "ahh he looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way?

Rhodey no longer putting pressure on the wound to stare at Tony blankly :

Rhodey : What.

Pepper : He’s staring at you in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" type of way. Why would he think it’s hot?!

Stephen staring at Tony in a "ahh he’s looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way : I mean...

Wong : For fuck sake!

[at4zxx]

Young avengers dealing with rats

BILLY: “OH MY GOD- OH MY GOD!!” *freaking out*

TOMMY: “guys chill- just MAKE SURE IT DOSENT GET INTO THE FOOD..”

KAMALA: *freaking out + trying to kill the rats/failing.*

AMERICA: *grabbing/protecting the pizza AND ONLY the pizza.* (pizza=life source)

KATE: “calm down guys, I grew up in New York these are basically pets.”

YELENA: *actually kills them all.*

[stephen-strange-x-everyone]

Wong: Strange is so focused on learning this new spell he let me eat his sandwich. You could say anything to him and he would agree.

America: Stephen!!! I met this grasshopper and we’re really in love. I need $1,000 so I can marry this grasshopper! Is that okay?

Stephen: Yeah, sure, Chavez.

Peter: wow! Let me try!

Peter: Hey Stephen-

Stephen: No, Parker, absolutely not.

Peter:

[pinkthick]

Doctor Strange Supreme

Okay, so let’s talk about Doctor Strange Supreme from “What if?”. He really had a good start with his story, becoming Master of the Mystic Arts after losing Christine Palmer instead of losing the usage of his hands. (Since Christine is more important to him than his career in that universe). We all know how episode 4 from season 1 went, where he absorbed various interdimensional beings in order to attain enough power to alter the past and resurrect her. He succeeded even if others tried to warn him of the consequences and as soon as he resurrected Christine, the universe was falling on itself.

(Mind you, he managed to delay the collapsing universe with his powers for some good minutes. He even created a pocket dimension. 💀)

He realized his mistakes (even if it was too late) and more consequently, he regrets his actions.

“The world shouldn’t pay for my arrogance.”

“Punish me. Not the world. Not Christine.”

He has been left alone in that void for God knows how long and while he could have gotten out, he didn’t. He stayed there, making the pocket dimension his own prison. (Probably thinking of every single mistake he had done.)

Now let’s talk about episode 9 from season 1, where he literally went toe to toe with Infinity Ultron. (When the Watcher tried to fight him, he was literally losing but Doctor Strange Supreme managed to hold his ground and literally defeat Infinity Ultron).

But what I really want to talk about is when Killmonger tried to persuade Stephen into taking the infinity stones so that he could remake his universe and have Christine back. He could have easily taken them and just make his wish.

But he didn’t. He accepted his ‘punishment’ to guard the pocket dimension he made for Infinity Ultron and Killmonger, stating that it wasn’t really a punishment since he didn’t have to lose anything anymore. (He called the Watcher a friend too😭). But basically what I’m trying to get to, he said that he moved on. He had his redemption arc.

Now we’re back with episode 9 from season 2. Like what the actual hell. Why would he go through all that trouble when he could have gotten the infinity stones in the first place like..make it make sense. And don’t get me started on Peggy Carter and Kahhori. How did they even defeat Doctor Strange Supreme (what in the plot armour was this) like come on? Stephen fought Infinity Ultron and didn’t lose, but lost to Peggy Carter when she had the stones? She even punched him while he was in his monster form. 🙃

Yeah and about Kahhori. She is powerful but not that powerful.

To be honest, they should have left him have that ending from the season 1 finale if they didn’t have ideas for him anymore. Not literally make him the villain and kill him off.💀💀

But that’s Marvel for all of you.

[mrswxyne]

i wonder what they're thinking about 💭

[geeky-politics-46]

Have I mentioned how much I love Wong as a character? If he's in a story I'm writing, he usually ends up with my favorite lines. He's the sassy, snarky but loving best friend we all wish we had.

Here's my current favorite line from "Man On A Mission - Part 3" that I'm working on. Of course it is Wong that says it:

“If sex worked to induce labor, she should have had the baby already. He can't stay off of her. They're like rabbits, but louder.”

[popcorn-plots]

Do you suppose Strange would wear a little necklace with his ring on it rather than his finger?

Definitely. Although, I can see a few other solutions depending on the couple. Since I'm pretty sure you're referring to this post, I'll list some alternatives that I think Tony and/or Stephen would come up with.

Tony would invent some kind of nanotech that allows Stephen to wear a ring without hurting his hands, possibly something similar to compression gloves (?)

Tony making Stephen a really fancy ring that's meant to go on a necklace and can act like a locket because it's Tony. (He'd make one for himself, probably, because he wants to support Stephen)

Stephen embedding his wedding ring with magic that allows him to wear the ring without his hands hurting, just like the sling ring he uses that the post mentioned

Stephen just powers through the pain until Tony forces him to take it off because it's not helping his hands. Tony knows that Stephen is his and he doesn't have to wear a stupid ring to prove it (Stephen thinks he has to, because he wants to see Tony happy. Tony instead finds a compromise.)

If it was wongstrange, Wong wouldn't even bother with rings. He doesn't see the need for them, as he knows that he and Stephen belong to each other -- they don't need physical evidence of that. If Stephen wanted a ring, Wong would either make one of magic or find an alternative, preferably with meaningful symbolism, like a Celtic love knot on a bracelet or necklace, or the Chinese symbol for love.

[invye]

Invye's WongStrange Fics (master post)

Decided it's time to create a master post and pin it for easy access.

Featuring a reminder that there is a WongStrange Discord you can join if you like, just DM me for an invite.

On to the fics (with hyperlinks to AO3):

Multi-chapter:

[WIP] Unity of Magic (T, 100k+) Universe 444 is very similar to the one you know. At least until Wong and Stephen meet and ever so slowly grow closer than they do in most other universes and inevitably change the flow of the timeline. The ultimate WongStrange slowburn, where I create deeper lore for all the magic, and fill Kamar-Taj and the Mystic Order with some much needed life.

One shots: (ordered most recent first)

Nighttime Routine (T, 6k) Stephen has a habit of falling asleep anywhere but his bed. It's not difficult to figure out how despite that, he ends up waking up in his bed every morning. With Wong's tendency to overwork himself Stephen will get an opportunity to return the favour soon enough.

The Actual Meaning of True Love's Kiss (G, 4.6k) Stephen gets himself cursed. Lifting the curse is simple, you just need a "True Love's Kiss"... Thankfully Tina Minoru is there to explain the actual meaning while Wong had a couple realisations of his own.

The Hands Dealt (G, 4.9k) Christine gifts Stephen some nail polish as a reminder of the things he liked in the past. For obvious reasons Stephen can't apply it himself and there really is just one person to ask. Wong may have rather strong feelings about getting to touch Stephen's hands.

Thoughts Shape Reality (T, 4.7k) Stephen is recognised by an overly flirtatious reporter on the street while out with America. To get the reporter to back off he tells her that he is married, and finds himself rather overwhelmed when Wong shows up, dedicated to playing the (slightly possessive) husband.

Stop for the Night (G, 4.6k) Wong keeps overworking himself in his position as Sorcerer Supreme, sacrificing both his sleep and his health. Stephen and America hatch a three phase master plan to make him take a nap.

Dance to Forget (G, 1.4k) There is always more to do in an infinite multiverse; Stephen barely stops by the Sanctum for longer than an hour or two at a time before he's already off to handle the next possible threat. It's up to Wong to see to it that Stephen slows down for a while before he breaks.

Christmas and it's more (or less) annoying traditions (G, 5.9k) Wong is not Christian. Not American either. So Christmas in New York is... an experience to say the least. Now, is someone going to explain the mistletoe?

Art:

There is some wonderful artwork based on my fics by the marvellous @sanctum-stinker which I'll link here so I will never possibly lose it in the endless sea of Tumblr as well as for your viewing pleasure: | UoM 24&25 |

Further:

I'm thinking about compiling a 'little' (... not like it's going to stay little) glossary with all terminology I create and use for magic, as it already has spread into my one shots and will most likely continue to do so in the future. It's not necessary to understand my work, but I personally do love being able to dig into that kind of trivia and writers' thoughts and maybe one or two of you do too. Same for the plethora of OCs I've established so Kamar-Taj is actually lived in (most recurring one being Master Jio, the elder master of the infirmary who is 100% done with both Stephen and Wong [affectionate]). So whenever that happens, I'll link it here and until then this paragraph will remind me that I wanted to do that. Oh look, I wanted to do that...

[notrandtumblin]

This is part 3 of this daunting task I’ve undertaken of using statistics and tumblr pals to find out who the best casting choice of the marvel universe is.

This poll contains many of Phase 3’s characters. On my page are polls for Phase 1 and 2. I will continue to do this until we’ve exhausted the MCU. I will then move on to Fox and Sony Marvel properties plus any MCU ones I may have forgotten.

Stick around and help me conduct this entirely pointless science experiment that has no bearing on nearly anything in my life.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

hanging out at the sanctum sanctorum over winter break as a teenage avenger!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 766

request: yes / no

original request: hey can you do any headcanons about hanging at the sanctum sanctorum on winter break?

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: reader, dr. strange, wong, peter parker, harley keener, miles morales, mention of natasha romanoff, steve rogers, sam wilson, and bucky barnes

a/n: this has been in my inbox for sooo long i'm sorry!! i'm going to still do winter break because even though it's spring (at least where i am), i like the vibes of winter break better!! ALSO requests are still open, just send in an ask!

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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so you, harley, peter, and miles were FINALLY on winter break.

that last week had felt like forever

and it was so tough to focus on studying for exams at the tower

but you got through it!!!!

and btw the cap quartet (natasha, steve, sam, and bucky) took y’all out for ice cream sundaes after your last exam to celebrate so that was fun

even though it was winter

ITS A TRADITION OK

anyways

the tower was fun to hang around in

but sometimes it got boring

ik it’s kind of a crazy thought

but you guys wanted to EXPLORE

live a little or smth

you all went to tony’s lab

to do science experiments !!!!!!!!!!

but he was in a mood or something LMAO

so he was like “why don’t you go bother dr. strange, huh? i’m sure he’d love some company.”

and you were like “ok!!!”

so the four of you walked over to the sanctum sanctorum 

it wasn’t actually too far from the tower

once you got to the door it was actually locked

miles said maybe it was ~ magic ~

which honestly was probably true

so you knocked

and knocked

and knocked

and you could hear someone inside!!!! but he just wasn’t coming to the door!!!

then you heard someone say “stephen, i’m letting them in.”

and then the door opened & it was wong!!!

pause for applause

because wong is so underrated and i love him

WOOOOO YEAHHHHHH WONG!!!!

ok back to ur regularly scheduled programming

so wong was like “come in”

and when y’all walked in it was super cold

like freezing

so peter asked wong why

and he said “it’s the way stephen likes it. i’ll go change it now.”

and he did

and you heard this HUGE sigh and then dr strange came floating down the stairs

so dramatic

and he was like “why are you here”

there was a twinge of concern!!! a little twinge!!! but still a twinge!!!

and so harley told him that tony had sent you

strange just sighed really loudly

he kind of sighs a lot 

but he said he and wong were just about to sit down for lunch

and that “i GUESS you can join us”

guys my interpretation of stephen strange is rly dramatic in case u can’t tell

and you all got SUPER excited because guess what wong made

guess

jk i’ll just tell you

HE MADE SOUP AND BREAD

that sounds basic

but y’all

wong’s soup? it’s the best soup you will ever taste EVER.

the flavor? immaculate. the seasoning? immaculate. the temperature? just enough that you have to hold it on your spoon a little bit before you eat it.

aka IMMACULATE

so the dining table in the sanctum sanctorum is actually really long. no explanation as to why because it’s literally just wong and strange but u don’t question them any more

anyways so the soup is sooo good

but while you’re eating you’re telling them about school

well you’re telling wong

stephen isn’t really listening LMAO

but you start telling him about what you’re learning in history

and peter starts talking about how he really liked learning about the dinosaurs

and suddenly strange is so much more interested

and he just goes “you like dinosaurs? here.”

and he opens a portal LMAO

and wong is like “stephen NO”

but stephen is already going inside of it

and so all of you look to wong for permission

but he’s just shaking his head

so you go in

and BRO long story short but there’s dinosaurs

and they’re HUGE

and harley is like about to cry

but peter and miles are like “WOAH AWESOME”

so you go up to strange

and you’re like “yeah ok great. can we go back now.”

and he’s like “ok”

AND HE TRIES TO OPEN A PORTAL

BUT IT WON’T OPEN

AND THERE’S LITERALLY A DINOSAUR COMING TOWARDS Y’ALL

AND HARLEY IS SCREAMING

long story short he finally opens it and you all sprint back into the sanctum sanctorum

and go back to eating your soup

and wong tells stephen to “stop traumatizing kids”

and it’s true tbh

anyways i think that the rest of your time at the sanctum sanctorum would include cleaning (because stephen says that if you stay you have to be helpful)

and you all play cards

go fish and uno

and stephen gets mad when he doesn’t win and makes you guys go back to the tower

LMAO

but on your way out, wong tells you that stephen actually loves having you guys over

so you’re definitely gonna go back :)

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[comeback-from-the-dead]

i hate dsmom so much with my whole heart but i do love how Wanda just goes bananaz during the Kamar-taj scene like she is so mean, so unhinged &, she's so dedicated on what's she's doing... like 'look at me doctor i am evil now' ....that scene where she kills and disintegrate that one guy crawling is so... and she's like 'so how about about now huh Sorcerers??' 'Well I did told you to stay out of my way huh'' look around bitch. what now??' skskskskejfjej. She is so funny?? She's like being reasonable...like mind you in the beginning of the movie she's out there summoning tentacled demons in her little cabin, I love her jdueejej

[captainsophiestark]

Hades and Persephone

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Written as an early bonus round of my Year of Olympians, inspired by @dawn-petrichor-world​ who wanted to see one for Hades! This is a pretty loose interpretation of my own Hades prompt tbh, but the vibes were there and I stand by it.

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: Hades; the underworld (sort of), the Hades and Persephone myth (also sort of)

Summary: Y/N grew up with Pietro and Wanda, and has been in love with Wanda for most of their life. They never said anything, however, especially not after losing Pietro and watching Wanda fall for someone else. Now, however, five years after the Snap (and five years after the reader retreated from the world), Wong shows up to get Y/N's help because Wanda's about to move on the Sanctum as The Scarlet Witch, and Y/N might be the only one who can stop her.

Word Count: 4,242

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I took a deep breath, the fresh air and the smell of all my flowers relaxing me like it always did. The sun shone down on me and all my lovely plants, and the soft sound of the ocean crashing on the beach just a few feet from me helped add to the air of serenity.

An air that was currently being blown apart by a certain sorcerer I hadn't seen in a few years.

"What are you doing here, Strange?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed and not turning from my spot, legs crossed as I sat peacefully amongst my plants. I was still pretty sure this was an illusion, and no matter how annoying I found the sorcerer, I didn't want the dream shattered before it had to be. "I've gotten pretty good at chasing off ghosts like you, so consider your next action carefully."

"What makes you think I'm not real?" came the familiar voice of my former friend. I scoffed, a sharp pang shooting through my chest. I knew better than to answer. Borderline-corporeal memories like him had haunted me for at least a year after the Snap, despite how hard I worked to get past them. Even once I'd mostly gotten rid of them, they still showed up every so often.

They were pretty objectively bad for me, which is why I'd worked so hard to stop imagining them as often as I did. Still, they were some of the last remnants of all the friends I'd lost in the Snap, so sometimes, I found it hard to want to make them leave.

"I know for a fact that you're dead and gone, Strange," I said, sighing heavily. I shouldn't be responding, but this was one of those times I couldn't stop myself. "Along with some other people I can't seem to stop missing."

"Like Wanda Maximoff?"

My eyes snapped open, the sharp pang in my chest turning into a massive, painful knife. I'd grown up with Wanda Maximoff, and her brother Pietro. Pietro had been my best friend, and Wanda had been the love of my life. We'd gone through hell together in the hands of Hydra, which is where I'd gotten my significant nature powers. We'd joined the Avengers, and under the urgings of Pietro, I'd been working up the courage to confess my feelings for his sister. And then Pietro had died.

Wanda and I both had our worlds rocked by the loss, and instead of coming together over it, we grew further apart. She found love with the Vision, a new superhero the Avengers had picked up around the same time they'd picked us up, and even though I wanted to be happy for her, I couldn't help feeling like I'd lost her too.

And then, I really did lose her. After Wanda disappeared in the Snap, along with most of the other people I'd gotten close to, I almost broke. I needed to get somewhere that I could heal, and to do that, I needed to leave the superhero world behind me. So, I did.

With Wong's help (since Strange was gone), I faked my death and disappeared. Maybe a little dramatic, but at that point, I was in survival mode. Ever since, I'd been here, on a remote island with a small community who knew nothing about me as a global superhero, and nothing about what I'd lost. By some miracle, it seemed to be the only village on Earth unaffected by the snap, which is why Wong recommended it to me when he agreed to help with my plan. For the past five years, I'd been healing and living peacefully in my new community, adjusting to my new world and finding things to help ground me.

The number one thing that threatened that sense of grounding continued to be memories of Wanda, my lost soulmate. And if this Strange hallucination was trying to bring her up, I knew I really needed to block him out and shut him down before he could ruin all the progress I'd made.

I didn't respond to Strange's question about Wanda. I kept my eyes shut and breathed deeply, focusing on blocking out the presence behind me.

"Y/N?"

I took another breath in, focusing on the beautiful smell of all my flowers around me and feeling my connection to them.

"Y/N. Wanda needs your help."

I breathed out through my nose, a little more harshly than I necessarily wanted to. "You are not real. And I am not letting you rule my life."

I heard not-Strange sigh from behind me, and then a second later, I was falling.

My eyes flew open but all I could see around me was darkness. Then, a circular light opened below me, and before I could brace myself I landed hard on the deck I'd been sitting on moments before, at the feet of Doctor Stephen Strange.

None of my hallucinations had ever been able to do that.

"I don't have time to beat around the bush on this one, Y/N. Wong told me where I could find you. I need your help." Slowly, I tilted my head back to look up at Strange. The real Strange. He didn't look even a little bit guilty about the bruises he'd definitely given me, which was the final clue that told me he was completely real, and not an idealized version I'd made up in my mind. "Wanda needs your help."

With those few words, I was on my feet in an instant. If Strange was back... then somehow, that probably meant...

"You better explain yourself right the hell now, Strange," I said, trying to stay calm despite all the emotions rushing through me as I looked at my friend. My plants grew and moved around me, an expression of the explosion I was trying to keep on lockdown.

"Stark and crew managed to reverse the snap," he said. "We all came back about a year ago, but everyone thought you were dead, so no one came to tell you."

The world shifted under my feet. I swayed, a few of my plants growing to my aid and helping to keep me standing. It only got worse as Strange continued, filling me in on the events of the last year.

As I already knew, Vision was truly dead, not Snap-dead, which meant he hadn't come back with everyone else. Wanda had apparently lost it since she'd come back, taking an entire town hostage in her effort to deal with her grief. And now, in an effort to get to her children who she'd conjured in a magical new reality that apparently actually existed in every universe except ours, she was going after a teen named America who had the power to travel between timelines.

"As you already know, she's one of the most powerful people in the world," finished Strange. "And right now, she's getting more than a little scary in her determination to use any means necessary to get what she wants."

"And you're sure she's going to... hurt this America kid? To kill her?" I asked, hearing the shake in my own voice. My world had been shattered in the past few minutes, but if what Strange said was true (and he had no reason to lie to me), we didn't have a moment to waste while I tried to deal with it.

"I'm sure," he said. "She can't be allowed to go into another universe. Extended crossover between them has, apparently, catastrophic effects. So America can't give her what she wants. In order for Wanda to take it, she has to kill America. And she's made it clear that's exactly what she's planning to do."

I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath in before slowly blowing it out. I couldn't believe Wanda would really do something like that, but at the same time, I knew how close I came to almost breaking when I lost her, after losing Pietro and feeling so, so alone. She'd lost everyone.

"Alright, let's do this," I said, opening my eyes and looking at Strange again. "Use your magic and take me to her."

"I'm bringing you to Kamar-Taj," he said as he began the process of opening a sling portal. "We're fortifying the Sanctum against Wanda to protect America. You're our first option, I'm our second, and the defenders of Kamar-Taj are our third."

I frowned. "I hope you know I'm not going to help you fight Wanda, Strange."

"If everything goes according to plan, it won't come to that."

Before I could ask anything else, he stepped through the portal and straight into the heart of Kamar-Taj. I followed him, sparing one glance over my shoulder for the lovely little place I'd called home for the past five years.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long before I was back, ideally with Wanda in-tow.

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After a hello and hug with Wong and a quick introduction to America, there was nothing left for me to do but wait. Strange and everyone else kept building up their fortifications, all while I stood on one of the balconies and watched for Wanda to appear.

I started to think she wouldn't come. That Strange had blown things horribly out of proportion, and that Wanda wasn't anywhere near the scary, dangerous place he'd said she was in. And then, just when I was going to march into the courtyard and tell Strange he'd overreacted (and that I was going to find Wanda myself), a storm encircled Kamar-Taj.

"Y/L/N!" hollered Strange from the courtyard. "Get down here!"

"On my way!"

Despite my words, I stayed at the balcony for a second longer, watching as Wanda rose out of the clouds and smoke crackling around her. I'd never seen her use her powers like this, although I wasn't surprised she had the ability. She'd always been the strongest of us, and it was a little aweing to see.

Once I snapped out of my initial shock, I took off like a shot for the courtyard. I passed groups of sorcerers waiting to fight back if the worst should happen, then made it outside to where Strange waited in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by other defenses.

"Alright, I'll magnify your voice," he said as I came to a stop beside him. "You just talk."

"What? Strange, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't care. Just whatever you think will be enough-"

Before he could finish his instructions, Wanda's voice came booming over the sanctum instead. Her eyes scanned the defenders and eventually landed on Wong on the balcony, without seeing me or Strange.

"Surrender America Chavez to me now, and I'll leave without harming any of you," she said. My heart sped up a bit at the realization that Strange was right; she was here for a fight, and clearly willing to go through Strange and all our other friends to get what we wanted. "You have two minutes, and then the Scarlet Witch will do what must be done."

"Wanda..." I breathed, staring up at the love of my life. Apparently Strange had cast his magnification spell without me noticing, because as soon as the breathy word left my mouth, her head snapped around to look at me.

We made eye contact, and the world stopped spinning. My heart hammered in my chest as the rest of the people around us, all the sorcerers readying for a fight, completely disappeared. All that mattered was the woman before me, staring at me like she couldn't quite believe I was real.

Which, I suppose, was fair, since I had faked my death.

After a few seconds, slowly, Wanda started floating towards the ground. She looked shocked and maybe even a little devastated, and as she got closer and closer to the ground (and to my reach), I started coming back to reality.

"Open the gates," I said, talking to Strange without taking my eyes off of Wanda. My voice didn't boom across the courtyard, so I assumed he must have dropped the magnification spell.

"Y/N, I can't do that-"

"I said, OPEN the GATES," I said, whirling to face him at last. He just stared back at me, clearly unmoved.

"We fortified this whole place to keep her out, I'm not just going to-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence before I took off for the gates in a dead sprint. Wanda had just dipped out of sight in her slow float towards the ground. None of the guards moved to stop me, probably because they didn't think I'd be able to get out without a little Mystic Arts magic of my own.

They had no idea who they were dealing with.

As I approached the gate, I lifted my arms like I'd done so many times before leaving the Avengers, dragging up any and all plants around the gate as I did. They grew and grew and grew, and then, with a forceful flick of my wrist, they slammed into the gate, half-knocking it off its hinges. I pulled my arms back hard, towards my body and then past and behind me even as I kept running, and the plants responded, finishing the task of ripping off the door completely.

I heard scattered gasps and cries of outrage, but I ignored them all as I kept running. Within a few more seconds, I made it outside the sanctum of Kamar-Taj, just as Wanda touched down a few feet ahead of me.

I stopped running, opting for a calmer, more cautious approach now. I could hear the sorcerers working to put the gates back behind me, but I blocked them all out. Wanda stood before me, staring at me like she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. I gave her a small smile and started cautiously walking towards her.

Flowers broke through the ground beneath my feet, giving me a soft, beautiful path to Wanda. A few of the flowers grew up around her ankles, softly grounding her to the world and to me (at least, I hoped it would).

I came to a stop a few inches in front of Wanda, and despite the incredible, powerful rage she'd been in when I'd first seen her, she now looked completely deflated. She started at me, apparently too stunned to speak as I slowly reached out and took her hands in mine, then at last met her green eyes.

"Wanda," I breathed, a slow smile creeping onto my face despite the current situation. After five long years, she was standing in front of me again. It was real.

"Y/N..." she finally said, speaking for the first time since she'd seen me. Her grip tightened slightly on my hands, but she didn't drop them or step away, which I took as a good sign. "How is this possible? Is this... real?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked a little more critically at our joined hands before looking over her shoulder at Strange. Her awe had started to wear off, and I could tell she was rapidly starting to believe this was some kind of hallucination.

"Wan... I swear to you, it's real. I'm real."

"How can I be sure of that?" she asked, her voice taking on a new, more scary and angry quality to it. "How can I know you're real?"

"I have a visceral memory and a scar nobody else but you and Piet have ever seen from your seventeenth birthday when you thought it would be a good idea to surprise Pietro with a birthday cake so we snuck into the back of that combination bakery and butcher's shop and-"

"Okay! Okay, I... I believe you," she said, a small smile at last tugging at the edges of her lips. She held my hands more softly and tenderly now than she had before, and even tugged me a little closer to her. "But that just brings us back to... how?"

I sighed, then started explaining everything to her, bit by bit. What it felt like to lose her, and how it broke me. How I decided to leave, and how I'd done such a good job of it I hadn't known the people had come back from the Snap until a few hours ago.

"But Wanda, I swear, if I'd known a second sooner I would've come racing back to you. I'm so sorry it took me so long to find you again," I said, squeezing her hands for extra emphasis. She'd looked away from me towards the beginning of my story, staring at the flowers that continued to bloom around us, presumably trying to process all the new information. I stayed silent once my story finished, waiting for her response.

"I missed you, Y/N," she said at last, pulling me in for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling a weight off my shoulders as we held each other close. After a moment, however, I felt her tense, and I couldn't help thinking it had something to do with Strange and all his people gathering behind me.

"Wanda..." I whispered, pulling back to look at her and simultaneously willing a wall of flowers up behind me, to help hide Wanda from the stress of the situation. She kept her hands resting on my waist as I reached up to take her face in my hands. "Focus on me."

Slowly, she did, her eyes sliding from the people behind us and back to meet mine. She looked on the verge of breaking, but I did my best to anchor her here, instead of wherever her mind was threatening to run off to.

"Wanda. Tell me what's happening."

"I have to find my boys. They exist in every universe but this one, I... I have to find them."

I nodded slowly. Strange had told me as much, but I'd rather hear it from Wanda than anyone else.

"Are you completely sure they're not here? No version of them whatsoever?" I asked. She nodded slowly, seeming less stable with every movement. I stroked my thumb along her cheek, and it seemed to help a little. "How do you know?"

Wanda hesitated for half a second, then met my eyes with a renewed strength and confidence, in me as much as herself.

"I consulted the Dark Hold."

"The what? Wanda, tell me you're not talking about that crazy witchy book we heard legends about, that we heard Hydra scientists whispering about like it could kill them at the mere mention of its name?"

"The very same."

I closed my eyes and sighed, honestly unable to help myself. When I opened them again, Wanda didn't seem any less discouraged, but she was also clearly waiting for me to say something else. We were in this together now, one way or another.

"Wanda... do you still have the book?"

In answer, she took one hand off my hip and conjured the book in thin air. I stared at it, tempted to reach for it and huck it as far away from her as I could get it, but I resisted.

"Can I make a suggestion, then?" I asked. Wanda looked a little hesitant, but nodded all the same. "Okay, you have to promise to hear me all the way out."

"This feels like the time you convinced me to steal our asshole neighbor's truck for a joyride under the guise of our own version of justice..." she said, raising an eyebrow at me. I laughed and grinned back, slipping one of my own arms around Wanda's waist and pulling her a bit closer to me.

"Yeah, it does feel kind of like that," I said. She rolled her eyes, but I caught her with a smile on her face all the same. "Alright, here's what I'm thinking: What if you give the Dark Hold to the Mystic Arts people?"

"Y/N-!" Wanda looked outraged and started to take a step back, but I held a little tighter to her waist and held up my other hand to show I meant no harm.

"Wan, you promised! I just think, based on everything we heard about that thing... it might not be a bad idea to try looking without the influence of the Dark Hold. You and I can search the world for them, or for any trace of them or how we might bring them to be, independent of that thing's influence."

"...And if we fail?" she asked. The hesitation was enough to give me hope that she might actually be slightly open to my suggestion.

"If we fail, I'll help you do what it takes to get to them," I replied. Wanda raised an eyebrow, so I continued. "Preferably by peaceful, negotiating means. But... otherwise by any means necessary."

Now both eyebrows shot up. Wanda looked at me for a few minutes, but didn't break my stare. I held it confidently. She was the love of my life; I had faith that my strategy would prevail, but if it didn't, I was more than willing to go to the ends of the Earth for and with her.

"Why would you do that for me?" she finally asked. I couldn't help huffing a laugh as I looked away, before looking back to Wanda again.

"Do you seriously need me to explain the reason? I love you." Wanda blinked a few times, so I continued. "I've loved you our entire lives, Wanda. You're my best friend and... and you're the love of my life."

She just stared at me for a few beats, and I felt awkward enough that I spoke again.

"Of course, I don't expect you to feel the same way, and I'm sorry if I-"

I stopped short when Wanda's free hand moved from my waist to carefully caress my cheek. Her expression softened into a loving, sympathetic look I'd seen her give me a few times, but this one somehow felt a little different. She leaned in, and I didn't move an inch as she placed the softest, lightest kiss to my lips before pulling back, a warmer expression than I'd seen all day on her face.

"I love you too," she said, giving me a soft smile. One of the first I'd seen from her in a long, long time. "I'll always love you."

I smiled back at her, butterflies and fireworks exploding in my chest. I knew she was still healing, so I didn't push anything, just gave her a little squeeze with the hand still around her waist. After another second, she held the Dark Hold out to me. Carefully, I took it out of her hand, then took a step backwards. Wanda nodded to me, communicating without words that she'd wait, and I turned around.

By now, the flowers I'd started sprouting for privacy had grown into a full wall of vines. With a few gestures from my one raised free hand, I gave myself a path to the Sanctum walls. As soon as it opened, everyone within the Sanctum froze and stared at me. Strange stood in the front, Wong just to his side, everyone else waiting right behind for them to break through the vines. Every single one of them looked ready to fight.

"What's wrong with all of you?" I asked, walking forward calmly and confidently. Strange tensed, but didn't make a move to attack.

"You need to be careful with that book, Y/N," he said, tension in every word and line of his body. I rolled my eyes.

"Obviously. Which is why I'm bringing it to you. You do remember that you're the ones that brought me here, right?"

Strange looked confused as I came to a stop in front of him, then shoved the book into his chest. He took it all the same, and Wong gave me a small smile as I walked back a step.

"Wanda and I are going to leave," I announced, raising my voice to address the Sanctum at large. "We're going to go spend some time figuring things out. And absolutely no one is going to follow us."

The vines tightened a little around the Sanctum walls at my word. I held both hands down by my hips, fingers splayed out, controlling the vines and making sure everyone in that Sanctum remembered just how powerful I was. After a few moments, I felt Wanda approaching from behind me. I reached back and she took my hand, and with a little magic from her, we levitated into the air, my vines and her storm fading back to normalcy around the Sanctum as we left.

I could see the slight fear on the faces of Wong and especially Strange as we headed off together. They were worried, and maybe rightfully so, that they'd just created an even bigger threat by reuniting me and Wanda.

But I loved her, more than anyone else in the world. It would take some time, for both of us, to figure things out. But I knew in my heart that our love could and would overcome every single other hurdle that came our way, for the rest of our lives.

We'd both lost everything and everyone we'd ever cared about. Now that we'd found our way back to each other again, nothing would ever tear us apart. We'd face the world and then some, together.

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[invye]

Wong: Later, when I told you to come to bed you told me you were flattered, but you would never betray your husband.

Stephen: ...

Wong: And then you grabbed your pillow and fell asleep on the floor.

Stephen: And you just left me there???

Wong: shrugs You insisted.

Stephen: My back hurts :(

Hamir: You got really drunk last night.

Stephen: How drunk was I?

Hamir: You asked Wong if he was single...

Wong: And you cried when I said no.

[stephen-strange-x-everyone]

Wong: there is a fine line between being a genius and being an idiot.

Wong: Stephen uses that line as a jump rope.

[pinkthick]

You’re okay

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: His throat begged for relief as if scorched by an unseen fire. The burning sensation clawed at his senses, a relentless reminder of a desperate need that seemed perpetually out of reach. The elusive promise of a drink lingered just beyond his grasp, taunting him with its absence.

Warnings: Blood, Minor Character death

Credits for the art with Stephen lolojefie/jay on Tiktok.

In the dim haze of consciousness, Stephen Strange found himself suspended in a disorienting void. A throbbing ache enveloped every fiber of his being, a cruel symphony of pain that rendered him powerless. The mere thought of opening his eyes seemed an insurmountable task, as if the weight of the universe bore down upon his lids. His body, a canvas of agony, pulsated with an unrelenting torment. Each attempt to move was met with a searing reminder that something was profoundly wrong. The world around him felt like a blurry, chaotic whirlwind, and the mere notion of steadying himself slipped through the cracks of his fragmented awareness.

His throat begged for relief as if scorched by an unseen fire. The burning sensation clawed at his senses, a relentless reminder of a desperate need that seemed perpetually out of reach. The elusive promise of a drink lingered just beyond his grasp, taunting him with its absence. So so thirsty.

A tempest of anguish stormed through his mind, his head a battleground where every thought waged war against the others. The ache within intensified with each passing moment, a merciless crescendo that threatened to shatter the fragile remnants of his composure. A disconcerting vertigo gripped him, the world spinning in a disconcerting dance that left him suspended in a disoriented limbo. His attempts to move only deepened the sensation, as if the cold floor beneath him had become an unstable sea, threatening to capsize his already battered senses.

His neck, a tenuous link between consciousness and the void, throbbed with a relentless pulse. It felt as if it were melting away, dissolving into the chaos that surrounded him. The sensation of bones breaking echoed through his perception, each imaginary fracture adding to the cacophony of torment that consumed him. Amidst the symphony of pain, he questioned the nature of his own sounds—were they screams of despair or tears of anguish? The line between agony and expression blurred, lost in the tumultuous storm that raged within the confines of his battered body.

A new wave of torment surged through Stephen, a peculiar agony that seemed to originate from within his own mouth. His teeth, usually stalwart guardians of his resolve, now betrayed him with an intensity that bordered on the surreal. It felt as if new teeth were erupting from his gums, an excruciating transformation that defied all logical explanation.

In the midst of his cries, a desperate symphony of pain, he was almost certain he heard a haunting giggle—an unsettling sound that echoed through the darkness, as though mocking his suffering. The cryptic laughter added an eerie layer to his predicament, an unsettling presence that danced on the periphery of his awareness.

His attempts to move, to escape the relentless agony, were thwarted by an unseen force. Something, insidious and unyielding, held him in check. Every strained effort to break free only intensified the pain coursing through his body, as if the very fabric of reality conspired against him.

With a surge of determination, he managed to pry his eyes open briefly, revealing a darkened room that enveloped him in shadows. The feeble illumination hinted at the cold glint of some chains.

What..I..I was on a mission, right?

As Stephen forced his eyes to remain open, the dim light of the room gradually revealed obscured figures in the shadows. His vision, still clouded by the remnants of disorientation, struggled to bring the mysterious shapes into focus. The people in the room appeared as mere silhouettes, their features shrouded in a veil of uncertainty.

A disconcerting realization gripped him—his Cloak of Levitation, a constant companion in the arcane battles he faced, was conspicuously absent. The absence of the sentient garment left him vulnerable. Levi?

He didn’t feel okay. There was a hunger that had never experienced before and it gnawed at his insides.

And then..

A sudden, sharp pain jolted through Stephen's lower lip, drawing his attention to an unsettling discovery. In the dim light of the room, he felt an unusual protrusion—fangs, elongated and alien, had emerged where none had existed before. The realization struck him with a disorienting force, amplifying the dread that coiled in the pit of his stomach. As he explored the newfound appendages with his tongue, a metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth.

Confusion mingled with horror as he retraced the fragments of memory that now clawed at the edges of his consciousness. He recalled going on a mission..to eliminate some vampires. He couldn't believe that he had become the very thing he sought to eradicate.

“No," he muttered in disbelief, the word escaping through his bloodied lips.

The mocking laughter of a woman reverberated through the dimly lit room, a cruel echo that punctuated Stephen's grim realization. Her voice, dripping with amusement, sliced through the air as she observed his plight. "You know, I really thought you wouldn’t have made it, but look at you. A sorcerer turned vampire, we don’t get to see that often," she taunted, reveling in the incongruity of his transformed state.

Stephen's response was a hiss, an involuntary reaction fueled by a potent mix of defiance and the primal instincts that now coursed through his vampiric veins. The expletive, a defiant retort, betrayed the frustration and desperation that festered within him.

"Fuck you," he spat, the words laced with venom as he strained against the chains that bound him. The metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth, a visceral reminder of the surreal reality he now faced. Unfazed by his outburst, the vampire woman continued her cruel commentary, addressing the unseen others in the room. "Look at him, a newborn vampire. Isn’t he just so cute?"

The condescension in her tone deepened Stephen's sense of helplessness. Each tug on the chains echoed his futile resistance, a symbolic struggle against the insidious fate that had befallen him.

The entrance of a human woman, tears streaming down her face, marked a chilling turn in the macabre tableau. Her anguish was palpable, a visceral counterpoint to the cruel amusement that danced in the eyes of the vampire woman who orchestrated this nightmarish scene.

As they positioned the sobbing woman almost within arm's reach of Stephen, an insidious scent wafted through the air, igniting an unholy hunger within him. His mouth watered involuntarily, and his eyes betrayed a feral transformation—deepening shades of crimson replacing the once-familiar hue.

Sharp Claws extended from his fingertips, catching him off guard. The realization that he now possessed such predatory appendages intensified the surreal horror that gripped his every sense. What had he become? The question reverberated through his newly altered consciousness.

His gaze fixated on the wounded human, a profound conflict raging within him. A sinister smile played on the vampire woman's lips as she observed his internal struggle. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, an irresistible lure that goaded the primal instincts now coursing through his vampiric veins.

A guttural growl escaped his throat, the struggle against his burgeoning hunger manifesting in the tense rise and fall of his chest. The internal battle played out on his features—a dance of torment, desire, and self-restraint.

The vampire woman, reveling in the macabre spectacle, posed a taunting question to Stephen. "Aren’t you hungry?"

The words hung in the air, a malevolent invitation that pierced through the cacophony of his internal turmoil. Stephen's breath quickened, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churning within him. The pull of his vampiric instincts clashed with the vestiges of his human morality, and a desperate plea for restraint echoed in the recesses of his mind.

In the grip of his insatiable hunger, Stephen succumbed to the primal urges that now dictated his existence. With an explosive burst of strength, he shattered the chains that bound him to the wall, his predatory instincts propelling him forward.

He practically lunged at the weeping woman, driven by an overwhelming need for the crimson elixir that promised both sustenance and a dark euphoria. The taste of her blood, once a distant temptation, now coursed through him like a potent nectar, momentarily drowning the turmoil within.

The woman's anguished cries filled the room as Stephen, consumed by the ravenous frenzy, sank his fangs into her neck. Each swallow was a macabre communion with the darkness that enveloped him, an unholy ecstasy that eclipsed reason and morality.

"No! Please—I... It hurts so much. Please stop!" she pleaded in vain, her desperate pleas echoing through the chamber. Stephen, lost in the throes of his predatory trance, remained deaf to her cries as the life force drained from her.

It was only when the woman went limp against him that a dreadful realization crashed upon Stephen's consciousness.

The haze of bloodlust began to lift, revealing the haunting truth—he had just taken the life of someone innocent.

As he withdrew from the now lifeless form, horror etched across his features, he recoiled in shock. The woman's face was no longer obscured, and in the ghastly revelation, he beheld the face of his wife, Y/N. A profound wave of grief and remorse washed over him, his heart heavy with the weight of an unspeakable atrocity. He recoiled from the bloodstained reality before him, grappling with the monstrous act he had committed. Y/N's lifeless eyes stared back at him, accusing and haunting.

Stephen's anguished cries reverberated through the dim chamber, a heart-wrenching lament that echoed the depth of his despair. Clutching Y/N's lifeless form to his chest, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained his hands.

"Y/N! I’m sorry; I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t—" he wailed, the sound of her name a tortured plea that hung heavy in the air. The weight of his grief, compounded by the monstrous act he had committed, bore down on him like an insurmountable burden.

Amidst his mourning, the cruel laughter of the other vampires resounded, a sinister chorus that intensified the throbbing ache in Stephen's head.

In the cold grip of the night, Stephen bolted upright in bed, his labored breaths betraying the remnants of the nightmare that had seized him. Disoriented and consumed by the lingering horrors, he found himself enveloped in the soft glow of Y/N's presence. Her eyes reflected concern as she observed the anguish etched across his tear-streaked face.

Y/N gently cupped his face in her hands, her touch a soothing balm against the spectral memories that haunted him. "Hey hey, Stephen. Breathe, come on," she murmured, her voice a tender reassurance that cut through the lingering echoes of his night terrors.

Stephen struggled to obey, his attempts to draw breath feeling stifled by the lingering shadows of the dream. His hands trembled as he desperately clung to Y/N, seeking solace in the tangible reality of her presence.

"Stephen, love, breathe. You're here, you're home," she urged, her voice a lifeline that pulled him from the abyss of his subconscious terrors. Her words, a gentle reminder of the sanctuary that surrounded him, began to coax him back to the realm of wakefulness.

But as Stephen's breaths steadied, a haunting revelation clawed its way to the surface. His voice, choked with remorse, cried out, "You were... I was the one that killed you. I—"

Y/N, recognizing the depth of Stephen's pain, brought his head to rest against her chest, offering the solace of her heartbeat as a grounding rhythm against the lingering echoes of the nightmare. Silently, he continued to weep, his tears a testament to the profound weight of the dreamscape that had ensnared him.

"I'm not dead, I'm okay. You’re okay. It was just a nightmare," Y/N reassured him, her voice a gentle melody that sought to dispel the haunting remnants of the dark visions that had tormented his sleep.

Pulling away from her chest, Stephen clung to Y/N, his arms wrapped around her in a desperate embrace that refused to let go.

His words, uttered with a mixture of relief and residual fear, broke the silence. "It wasn't a nightmare with Dormammu at least."

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers gently tracing soothing patterns on his back. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to," she offered.

A heavy silence lingered between them before Stephen found the courage to articulate the haunting images that clung to his consciousness. "I was back in that room, and it was exactly how it happened, except that the woman I killed was..."

Y/N, sensing the weight of his unspoken words, pressed a tender kiss to his lips, a gesture that spoke volumes of her understanding and unwavering support.

"You know it wasn't your fault," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm that sought to dispel the shadows of guilt that clouded his mind. Stephen scoffed, his self-reproach evident in the lines etched across his face. "It sure felt like it was mine."

Undeterred, Y/N continued to hold him, her arms a comforting embrace that refused to let go. In the quiet sanctuary they had carved out for themselves, she reaffirmed, "It wasn't your fault, Stephen. And you know that.”

He didn’t respond as he clung to her, the echoes of the past began to lose their grip, dissipating in the warmth of their shared embrace. Y/N's presence, a steadfast anchor, reminded Stephen that in the sanctuary of their love, the wounds of the past could heal. In that moment, they found solace in each other's arms, reaffirming that, despite the darkness that lingered in the recesses of memory, they were okay.

Notes: Not sure if I should have posted this, but there’s that. 🙃

Hope you enjoyed reading this.