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Stephen Strange fic recommendations

Here's a list of stories about Stephen strange that I enjoyed a lot and wanted to give a little shout out to the authors :3 On this list you will find reader inserts, OC stories and Stories about Stephen and America's adventures. If you like any of these stories let the authors know! It would make them really happy :33

Stephen Strange x Reader

School's in session | @strange-mischief

Summary: You’re the new music teacher and you happen to move into the classroom across from a man who has been deemed as the school's most prickly teacher, Stephen Strange. 

My note: It’s one of those stories that you desperately want to be longer.You will finish it and crave more. I love this AU. I reread this plenty of times and I am obsessed with this fic. It was so good and I would never consider writing my own teacher! Stephen AU if I haven’t read this story. 

Their Bubble | @lonelinessinthemirrordimension

My note: It’s a fic about Stephen, his partner and their life together. It jumps between flashbacks from the past when both of them were working in the hospital and their current lives in the new york sanctum. America is also there in some scenes. It’s a very fun fic, showing how their relationship progressed over the years.

Paper Hearts | @classickook

Summary: following the events of multiverse of madness, you’ve given up hope that stephen would ever love you back. but what if his feelings for you change… will you give him a chance, or has your heart moved on?

My note: Oh boy, this series has everything. Angst, hurt, comfort, some fluff and found family trope. Did I mention that it’s a slow burn? The things between Stephen and Y/N are really complicated and the tension between them could be cut with a knife. 

Come to your senses | @frostandflamesfanfic

My note: This is a story, following the events of Multiverse of Madness and it’s really worth your time. You will be hooked after the first chapter, but I must warn you- the angst in this story hits hard.

Curse Breaker | @celerrie

Summary: You're the Mystic Arts' best and brightest when it comes to breaking ancient curses, and Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme...well, he's the Mystic Arts' best when it comes to everything else. But when a normal day together at New York City's Sanctum Sanctorum is turned on its head by an invitation from Tony Stark himself to attend this year's Stark Industries Gala, you find that you need to clarify what, exactly, you and Stephen are to each other, and not just to the world at large.

My note: This story is quite long, but you will yearn for more. This fics consists of three parts (the last one includes smut). The relationship between the characters is written incredibly well- it’s fun and friendly at first, but as you read on you will literally feel in your bones how they yearn for each other. I am a huge fan of the friends to lovers trope and reading this story felt like opening a birthday gift. If you like to read about friends/roommates who are incredibly in love with each other, but refuse to take the first step so they just silently yearn for the other then this story is for you.

Chaotic Team & Their Master Series | MayoTsukia (AO3)

One-shots and stories collection about The Master and her chaotic team, along with a certain sorcerer supreme and those around them.

My note: The reader being Stephen's right hand was a very nice detail in this fic. This story also contains some OCs who are the absolute best. They are very young students under the reader’s care. They are such amazing characters and they are so well written you will feel like they have always been there. There’s some good hurt/comfort and let’s be honest- who wouldn't want to be comforted by Stephen Strange?

amor somnus | PorcelainStorm (AO3)

Summary: Reader is under a curse. Stephen freaks out. Feelings are felt.

My note: It’s a sleeping beauty au with Stephen who is trying his hardest to break the spell and wake you up, but nothing seems to be working. He almost loses all hope, but don’t worry! It has a happy ending :)

The love hypothesis | @mischiefmanaged71

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

My note: As the title says, this story was inspired by the book Love hypothesis. I haven’t read the book before I read this story, but this fic made me want to read it. I loved how the characters interacted with each other. It was fun to read, some parts made me smile like stupid and other parts made me want to punch a wall. This is another story filled with an incredible amount of mutual pining and lots of other feelings. You don’t have to read the book to understand this fic.

Waiting for the night | @strangeprincex

Plot: An incubus makes his way into your apartment and has you in his sights.

My note: Oh dear gods, please take the wheel because I will pass out. Demon Stephen Strange with tattos and piercings. That's all I will tell you. This story is incredibly smutty and I needed to take a shower after reading it. I highly recommend.

Stephen strange x OC

Pretty Poison | @strangeprincex

Summary: The Sorcerer Supreme knows how to help Helle relax after a long week being a hero.

My note: This is a series about Stephen and Helle who are in an established relationship. This fic is really smutty, but it’s also incredibly sweet. You can just feel the love those two have for each other. The author writes about other parts of sex than just smut- the story focuses on trust, love and communication. 

If you enjoy stories like this one strangeprincex has more of them on their blog and AO3- but make sure you read the warnings because some of the stories are a bit darker than the others. 

The Witch of Hell's Kitchen | @shenanigans-and-imagines

My note: This is a list full of stories about Stephen Strange and an OC- Cassandra jackson. I never expected to be so invested in someone else's OC, but Cassandra is such a great character you will want to see more of her and Stephen. Let’s not forget about Ellie- Cassandra’s child who is also half demon. You will fall in love with their little family as soon as you read one story. I guarantee that.

dad!Stephen Strange and America Chavez

Recently I stumbled across a fic on AO3 about Stephen acting as America’s parental figure and I instantly fell in love with that trope. I read plenty of stories and if I was to list them all this post wouöd be suuuuuper long. So here’s a list of authors who wrote for that trope. (if you want to see more go through the tag “Stephen Strange Acting as America Chavez's Parental Figure” on AO3.

Webtrinsic | UnicornOfTheSun

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Don’t leave me

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 921 words.

Summary: You’ve never believed that Steve would leave you at one of the most important moments of your lives.

Warnings: Sad.

A/N: This is my entry to @lucywrites02’s Lu Creative Time Challenge with the song #21:

“1121-Halsey.”

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

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"Well, I won't die for love," was what you thought. Maybe you should go for your stuff and go. You wouldn't tell anyone; you would just disappear. "I'll leave if you let me..." but he didn't have to find out. You didn't even know if he would tell you or just act.

First, you looked around the room, then you walked around the place. You couldn't stop thinking. You also didn't know what to say to Steve. It seemed that he had made a decision and did not include you. He still didn't dare tell you anything. However, you found out from accidentally hearing a conversation between Steve and Bucky.

You didn't know what to do or how to act before he came. Your whole relationship with him has probably been an illusion, a lie.

A couple of days later, you finally thought you should talk about what was going on. As soon as he entered the bedroom, you sat on the bed.

"Steve, we have to talk," you said. He was startled. He thought you were asleep.

"What's wrong?"

"Steve... Please tell me what's going on. Don't lie... Please, don't leave, please—you pleaded, you never planned what you would say to him.

I'm running out of time to tell you...

"Tell me what?"

Silence, you didn't get any response from Steve. It was as if you were talking to nothing. It even seemed that he was ignoring you. Steve didn't dare to say a single word; he just got up and left. "And if truth be told, it's scary, 'cause my shoulders are heavy already," you thought. So, if he didn't tell you anything, you wouldn't either. It would be your little secret. If he didn't mind leaving you and his son, he shouldn't care or be bothered by you disappearing from his life either. You took the baby from the crib, where he slept peacefully, oblivious to all the drama that was going on.

You took your things, you had to leave as soon as possible, no one would know the truth. You didn't care what happened to him or any of the others anymore. Now your priority was someone else. Someone Steve would never know. Then you would think about what you would say to your baby when he asked you about his father.

"You shoot for the memory, so you can forget me." You quickly wrote on a sheet and hid the note in the photo album they had. Those photos have already ceased to have meaning for you.

You didn't know where you'd go, but you'd make sure Steve or anyone else found them. From now on, it will be just you and your son. Steve had destroyed the family they formed, but you weren't going to do anything to fix it.

I'm running out of things that I regret... On your wedding day, you almost ran away. You didn't even know the reasons, but it seemed more impulsive. Maybe you were trying to save yourself from the pain you would feel in the future without knowing it.

Sometimes you had a dream that disturbed you so much that it seemed more like a nightmare in which Steve found them, made you many promises, and convinced you to get back together. And after a few days, he left again.

"Don't leave me in the shape you left me," you pleaded.

When Steve returned from his trip to the past, he did not know how he would explain what happened to you. However, he was very surprised to discover that he was now alone in the house. There was not a single trace of you or your son.

Please don't leave.

Finally, he finally understood the mistake he made. The only thing he wanted now was to get his family back. He didn't know how he would do it, but he wanted them back. In the following months, he looked for them without success.

2 years later,

 You took the grocery list and turned to see your son, who showed you his beautiful smile.

"Are you ready, champion?" You asked, and he nodded.

You bought everything you needed from the supermarket and a stuffed animal that your son liked. When they arrived at the house, you immediately turned around, feeling a presence behind you. You frowned. You never imagined finding her again, although, of course, you knew the reason why she was there.

"Lorna, it's been a long time."

"Two years exactly. Doesn't your best friend deserve an explanation? "

"I guess you know what Steve did. You can't claim anything from me; you did the same with Marcos. "

"It was a different reason; I wanted a world where Dawn didn't have to run away or hide."

And all I wanted was for my family, as it was long ago, to want my son to grow up with his dad and mom, not that old man Steve became.

"You should have told me what you were planning. I could help you. "

If you want to help me, don't tell anyone where we live. "You said that Steve has no rights, not after what he did."

I won't tell anyone, but we will keep in touch. After what he did, Marcos and I walked away from them. We didn't think his decision was fair. "

At least now everything would be less lonely, and sure enough, both Marcos and Lorna helped them so that Steve would never find them again.

[poormeowmeowcollector]

No One Will Hurt You Again

Relationship: Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: implied smut, trauma, smoking, alcohol, antisemitism, language, canon typical violence

Summary: Charles finds a mutant wrecking havoc at Miami because he's thirsty for revenge. So, he adopts him. (X-Men: First Class retelling but with Maneskin lyrics)

Notes: part of Lu Creative Time Challenge, song of choice is Coraline by Maneskin. Regarding Loki and Two Kings And One Guard, I don't know when I will finish it and go back to writing Loki, but I will see what I can do.

read on AO3

After Erik's interrogation was done, the CIA agreed with Charles' wish to keep him on the mutant team with a ground total of 3 people. The director told them they'd stay in a motel for the night. Moira and the others still distrust Erik, so Charles offered to take a room with him, insisting that he can keep a close eye on him. He didn't lie, but he didn't clarify what eye he'd be keeping.

Italian: Coraline bella come il sole / Guerriera dal cuore zelante / Capelli come rose rosse / Preziosi quei fili di rame, amore, portali da me

English: Coraline beautiful like the sun / A warrior with a zealous heart / Hair like red roses / Those copper-like wires, love, give them to me

The cheap motel room (possibly to avoid suspicion) only has one king-sized bed and no couch or even armchair. Charles freezes, taking turns staring at the bed and at Erik.

“Should I ask if we can get another room? One with two beds?” he asks. He might know basically all about Erik, but that's not mutual, there's no guarantee he'll be comfortable sleeping with a stranger. Instead, Erik glares at him like the suggestion was the worst of insults.

“Why are you asking?” he growls, like he's expecting disgust but is still willing to fight it. Charles needs a second to decode why Erik would snap, and his eyes widen when he realizes.

“No, no, no issue with you. But, we don't know each other…” he trails off, trying to save something. Erik's stance relaxes slightly, the furious fire in his steel cold eyes toning down but not disappearing.

“One night won't kill us, and I trust you are not stupid enough to attempt anything,” he shrugs, kicking off his boots and claiming one side of the bed. Charles sits on the edge, focused on untying his shoes, peeling off his clothes until he's left with a shirt and pants, and hesitantly gets in the bed.

Of course, Erik just lies on his back, head turned away from Charles and to the door, his breathing slow and steady as he sleeps. Unaware that Charles can't take his eyes off him, his lean yet firm body, the soft curls of his auburn hair that the moonlight allows Charles to see.

Erik's not like Charles. He's not a telepath. How could he know? How could he know that he's not the only gay man in the motel room, that Charles's dreams that night were filled with that skilled body, that soft voice, that beautiful copper hair? And how could Charles tell him?

Charles is famished, so he just drags Erik to the closest restaurant and sits down. Erik doesn't even bat an eye, it's not the first time since they started recruiting, and he knows that Charles' telepathy is making him need more calories than a baseline human. And, to be honest, Charles is not the only one who requires a bit more to manifest his powers properly.

Italian: Se senti campane cantare / Vedrai Coraline che piange / Che prende il dolore degli altri / E poi lo porta dentro lei

English: if you hear bells singing / You'll see Coraline crying / Taking the pain of others / Carrying it inside of her

When they receive the menu, Charles smirks slightly at Erik's surprise.

“You will let me order for you,” Erik orders, his voice having that tone that's excluding no from the acceptable answers. Charles nods and watches Erik inspect the menu and then order what sounds like enough food for five people, not a single word familiar to Charles' ears.

“Please don't poison me,” Charles mumbles after the waiter leaves with the menus. Erik shakes his head, a playful smile on his lips as he takes off the leather jacket that has become an extension of his skin despite the heatwave.

“Why would I poison the only tolerable person on the planet?” he snorts and watches Charles laugh at the reaction. Then, they sit in silence, both enjoying Erik's ease with the place, like he finally found where he can breathe. Just because he happened to be dragged to a Jewish owned restaurant during Charles' crusade for food.

“Can I ask you something?” Charles hesitates, he doesn't want to spoil Erik's mood. It's the first time he sees him so unguarded, and it'd be a shame to ruin it. Erik shrugs, waiting. “How long has it been since you last ate what you ordered?” he watches carefully for a negative reaction, but it never comes.

Charles knows that Erik has stopped believing. It's something he found out when he searched his mind that night with the submarine. And, by his refusal to cook anything other than fried eggs and pasta, he knows that his cooking skills are barely existent. Yet, he asks.

“Oh, well…” Erik mutters, trying to remember. His memory is usually better than most, so that's not a good indicator. “Since I was… 8-ish? It was harder for my mother to find ingredients after we fled after Kristallnacht, and I never really learned how to cook on my own,” he doesn't sound upset, not really. But Charles knows that the low hum of his mind is the same grief as every time he mentions his mother, his life before Shaw or the camp.

Erik keeps that hum as private as he can, letting it slip only whenever he thinks Charles is asleep, well after midnight. And Charles knows how to identify that hum only because he searched Erik's mind. But Erik is now letting that hum play, in a public place. Charles doesn't see the angry man everyone sees right now, just someone deprived of comfort, and he's willing to deliver.

“Then, I am sure you'll enjoy them,” he smiles, his eyes gleaming when he notices Erik's smirk, the hum getting more quiet. They're quick to fall into a familiar trance, sharing a comfortable silence that's interrupted only by judging the bystanders.

All until the food arrives.

Erik likes to present himself as a cynical man, someone untouched by whatever happened to him and whatever happens to people around him. He's exceptionally good at this, so good that even he believes it to be true. But after that night in the dock in Miami, Charles knows that he's the exact opposite. If he hadn't been in his mind, he'd also believe what everyone else does, that Erik is cold and emotionless.

And if he did, watching him stay frozen at the sight of the full of food dishes would be completely unexpected. But he knows better.

“Erik?” he asks, his voice low as he tries to not startle him. Erik still tenses for a split second, the dull knife on his right turning towards Charles. He shakes his head, tries to speak, but stays with his mouth agape before forcing it shut. One hand goes to his face, tries to rub off something from his eyes, Charles needs time to realize he’s wiping tears.

“Pardon me…” Erik's voice is barely audible as he gets up and escapes to the bathroom. Everything inside Charles screams at him to follow, to make sure Erik's okay, not alone, anything. But he knows that Erik doesn't exactly welcome emotional support, that he'll just go elsewhere until he recomposes himself.

The food is cold when Erik returns, untouched, even though Charles' body begs for food. He still manages to eat most of the table, Erik nibbling from here and there between taunts at how nothing will disappear if Charles breathes between bites. But Erik's voice is deeper, tinted with that sadness the low hum indicates, and his mood won't lift until the next morning.

“You can read me whenever you feel like it, you're always welcome,” Erik says, still coming down from the high, pressing Charles' naked back against his bare chest. His voice is a murmur, easier to feel than to listen. Charles's head isn't in a better state, he doesn't question. And even if he did, Erik would be asleep before he could answer.

Italian: Però lei sa la verità / Non è per tutti andare avanti / Con il cuore che è diviso in due metà, / È freddo già. / È una bambina però sente come un peso / E prima o poi si spezzerà

English: But she knows the truth / Not everyone can carry on / With their heart split in two / And it's cold already / She's a child, but she feels a weight / And sooner or later she'll break

He still meant it. Never offended or scared as Charles brushes through his thoughts. They would stay silent together, their minds mixed into one, like colors during a sunrise. One would use the link instead of speaking, either for privacy or because he didn't dare break the silence.

And Charles loves Erik's mind. It shines among the others like a diamond among gravel, attracting his telepathy like the most powerful magnet. He doesn't know if it's part of Erik's mutation or just the way he is, but there's no complaint. There's a pleasant mix of everything in Erik's mind, like a busy but cozy room. A harmony of languages, memories, ideas, and emotions, all one intertwining with the other as if threads of a luxurious piece of fabric.

But Erik's mind is not always the best place to be.

Charles's telepathy can sense trauma, spot it with ease. In most minds, it's like a flood of memories and feelings, threatening to tear apart everything with the most simple tap. Erik's mind is unique even in that way. It's not a flood, never a flood. Not even when he is overwhelmed or upset. It's like a pipe with a small leak, drop after drop hitting his mind, the erosion slowly doing its work but never stopping.

Charles is welcome in Erik's mind, but Erik still has areas that are restricted, protected by walls, areas the erosion has affected. Charles doesn't mess with the walls, averts his attention whenever he gets close, and he knows that Erik avoids these places as well.

Only a few times they touched these areas, when Charles was keeping the link while they were both tired and drunk in their motel room. At that moment, the walls were thin, and Charles's presence in Erik's mind was the tap to break them down.

Within moments, both men were reduced to hyperventilating messes, clenching onto one another like their lives depend on it. They tried to soothe each other, Charles apologizing for messing with his mind and Erik insisting that it's just a memory, that he knows how to handle it, but it's something new for Charles. They'll need almost two hours and five packs of cigarettes to manage to calm down relatively, but sleep is long forgotten.

Charles is still invited in Erik's mind, but he knows to keep the walls at arm's length.

Charles is reading in the leisure area on the base, enjoying the few moments of privacy. Until Moira comes in.

Italian: E la gente dirà: "Non vale niente / Non riesce neanche a uscire da una misera porta" / Ma un giorno, una volta, lei ci riuscirà

English: And people will say: “she's worth nothing / She can't even walk out of one stupid door” / But one day, some day, she'll do it

“We need to talk about Erik,” she drags a chair right in front of Charles, stubbornly sitting in.

“If it's about the leftover incident, he said your food is, and I quote, so unseasoned she could be eating paper and never know unless she started farting confetti, so I doubt he'll steal from you again,” Charles tilts his head, book closed on his lap.

“He is a liability, he won't hesitate to go rogue upon seeing Shaw,” she informs Charles, her eyes scanning him. “And we don't know if he's in position to help,” she adds, hesitant. Charles needs just one glance in her mind to find what made her suddenly so unsure about Erik.

The CIA has files on everyone, Erik Included. She opened it, found out about Erik's history with Shaw.

“I assure you, Moira. Erik is dedicated to stopping Shaw, powerful enough to do so and in his right mind,” he smiles, trying to brush off her concern without using his power. She doesn't seem to listen.

“Charles, he was in a camp! He met Shaw there! You can't possibly think it's a good idea to have him involved,” she insists, more upset about the information she received than about the strategy. Charles pauses for a bit, tries to think of his next move.

“I hope that you understand that this means that Erik is the one insisting on this, not that he is not in the state to confront Shaw,” Charles leans forward, smiling as Moira's mouth is agape.

“You can't possibly trust him! He's…” she trails off, and everything clicks.

“I think, if you have any argument about Erik's presence, he should be present to listen to your criticism,” he points out, watching Moira's blood leave her face. “Unless, of course, you know he'll be angry at your ideas, and for a good reason,” he smirks as the woman stays speechless.

“Listen to me well, Moira. You could drop the Shaw case, and so could I. Erik will either kill Shaw or die trying. On this mission, he is the most rigid of us, the most likely to take this to the end. And, if your bigotry gets in our way, I'll have him informed, and I assure you, he has no mercy for people like you and I have no reason to put some on his head. So, either you keep those words to yourself and assist us in stopping Shaw, or we continue without you, and I leave you unprotected to Erik's will. Do we have an understanding?” he watches satisfied as Moira struggles to find words, as she glances at the door, waiting for Erik to storm in.

“He will die trying,” she whispers, her confidence gone. At this, Charles chuckles.

“It's more possible for the sun to rise from the West,” he knows very well that his smile as he forms the words isn't because he won the argument.

No one is up at that hour. Moira and the rest of the kids have long fallen asleep. But Charles still feels the buzz of a mind keeping him up. When he realizes that the mind will just not shut up, he takes matters into his own hands.

Italian: E ho detto a Coraline che può crescere / Prendere le sue cose e poi partire / Ma sente un mostro che la tiene in gabbia / Che le ricopre la strada di mine

English: And I tell Coraline she can grow up / Take her things and then leave / But she feels a monster caging her / And covering her path with mine

He doesn't need to wander around, but he does have to look up at the roof to spot Erik sitting on the roof tiles and gazing at the woods.

«I suppose you are not looking for company, right?» Charles asks, his eyes on Erik as he drifts his gaze from the horizon to the balcony, to Charles.

«This doesn't mean you should go,» he pushes the thought away, a faint smile barely visible in the dark. Charles smiles back, swiftly climbs up until he's sitting by Erik's side.

“I didn't have you for such a good climber,” Erik smirks, eyes back to the forest.

“I grew up here, Erik. I know how to go anywhere in this house. The question is, how did you get up here?” he asks back, his eyebrow raised instinctively as he watches Erik.

“You have your tricks, I have mine…” he sighs, his fingers tapping the metal ashtray he somehow managed to get up here. Charles takes a deep breath, hugs one leg without thinking about it.

“You know, I have been thinking…” he trails off, testing the waters. He knows Erik won't like it, but he can present it lightly.

“You do that quite often,” Erik hums, one hand holding Charles's, tracing lines. He looks calm, that's a good sign.

“Are you sure you need to take down Shaw? You don't owe it to anyone. I understand it's what you built your life on, and it's definitely within your abilities. But Shaw's death won't lessen your pain, won't bring you peace,” Charles is careful, scanning Erik. He doesn't tense, doesn't emit rage like whenever Moira tries to discourage him from continuing. He just stays silent, then slowly brings his cigarette to his lips for a long drag.

“Peace was never an option,” he turns around, his gaze locking with Charles's. “And even if it is, it's not available to me. It's not an option I can follow. This… it's all I know, Charles. All I am. Whatever light you say is in me, you brought back to the surface, it's just there to push me forward, to… help me form an idea of what I want to create,” Erik speaks about a time after Shaw for the first time. Charles didn't even know that he had a plan for after Shaw. He can't help but smile, despite the promise that Erik will kill Shaw.

“And… I want you to be part of it, Charles. That monster may have made our paths cross, but we can make something great out of it,” Erik cups Charles's hand, his eyes moving all around Charles's face. An alliance, a common goal beyond Shaw. A life with Erik.

How can Charles say no?

They don't know how long they've been on that roof, just enjoying the silence, but Charles can see the sun rising between the trees. He turns, watches as the morning light illustrates Erik, makes his hair slowly get back its reddening tint, his eyes claiming that odd color, not quite blue but not quite green. He's never been so glad that his telepathy gives him an incredible memory, that he'll never forget that image.

Italian: Sarò il fuoco ed il freddo / Riparo d'inverno / Sarò ciò che respiri / Capirò cosa hai dentro / E sarò l'acqua da bere / Il significato del bene / Sarò anche un soldato / O la luce di sera / E in cambio non chiedo niente / Soltanto un sorriso / Ogni tua piccola lacrima è oceano sopra al mio viso / E in cambio non chiedo niente / Solo un po' di tempo / Sarò vessillo, scudo / O la tua spada d'argento

English: I'll be your fire and your cold / Your winter shelter / I'll be what you breathe / I'll understand what you have inside you / I'll be the water you drink / The meaning of good / I'll even be a soldier / Or your light in the evening / And in return I ask for nothing / Just a smile / Every little tear of yours is an ocean to my face / And in return I ask nothing / Just a little time / I'll be your banner, your shield / Or your silver sword

“You know, you don't have to do it all alone. I am here for you,” Charles doesn't think before he speaks, holding his breath in case Erik doesn't take it lightly.

Maybe it's the warmth of the moment, or the sleeplessness, but Erik laughs. His shoulders are shaking, his feet closer to his chest as he wipes tears.

“I thought that this was already established,” he breathes out eventually, leaning back until he's laying on the roof. There's something in that glint behind his eyes, that toothy smile. Charles can't help but find himself just as relaxed.

“No, I mean… you can talk to me about things… you can… I won't be just an ally to your fight. I want to be more. Your… your support… your serenity. Erik, if you let me, I'll be anything you need,” he pierces Erik with his eyes, watching as he rubs his face, lazily stretches his legs.

“Can you be just Charles? That's all I'll ever ask you to be…” Erik manages to hide a yawn perfectly, but his sleepiness is loud to Charles's mind. Charles chuckles, offering a small nod as an answer.

“Sure, but can we get down before you fall asleep on the roof?” he playfully nudges Erik, who in return rolls his eyes.

“I'm not tired, you're tired. You just… throw your tiredness into my mind,” the half-baked claim is accompanied by a series of vague gestures on the space between Erik's and Charles's head. It just makes Charles laugh more.

“Whatever, say that when you start snoring,” Charles slowly moves to the edge, watching Erik follow.

He doesn't say a word, just carefully goes down to the balcony and drags Charles with him to their bedroom. Neither bother to change clothes, just to kick off their shoes and collapse on the bed. Charles feels his eyes heavier, maybe Erik wasn't wrong about him being tired as well.

“Charles?” Erik mumbles, face plastered in the pillow, but he doesn't care enough to turn around. Charles gives him a small hum, eyes closing. “You really mean it? You'll be there?” he asks, not alert enough to have that conversation.

“Of course, I love you,” Charles doesn't think before he answers, and doesn't care if Erik reacts negatively.

“Mmm, I love you too,” Erik's words are barely there, he falls asleep before he could see Charles smiling.

They had found comfort in sleeping side by side, on the same bed. Charles feels less lonely with Erik's warm (always warm, always buzzing with life, always beautiful) body at arm's reach and Erik feels safe with Charles's power protecting him, for the first time since he was a kid.

Italian: E Coraline piange / Coraline ha l'ansia / Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua / E forse il mare è dentro di lei / E ogni parola è un'ascia / Un taglio sulla schiena / Come una zattera che naviga in un fiume in piena / E forse il fiume è dentro di lei, di leip

English: And Coraline cries / Coraline's anxious / Coraline wants the sea but is afraid of water / And maybe the water is inside her / And every words is an axe / A cut on the back / Like a raft sailing on a raging river / And maybe the river is inside her, inside her.

But Erik still can't sleep, can't even close his eyes.

Tomorrow's the day they'll fight Shaw, when he'll kill him or die trying. He feels the coin burning in his jacket's pocket, he doesn't know if it's his imagination or his powers.

Killing Shaw will not bring you peace, Charles had said to him some time ago. Charles, who's now sleeping by his side, blissfully unaware. But can Erik have peace? After everything he's seen, he's gone through, and he's done, is he worthy of peace. Does he even know how to live a peaceful life, when he barely remembers his life before the camp?

He knows very well that his mother wouldn't want to see him get drowned in violence, and he knows Charles expects more, knows that Erik is more. But no matter how hard Erik wants to be that more, he doesn't know how. He has no clue how to be something other than his anger, and then his guilt. He's trapped in the life of vengeance that he formed, a cage of his own creation.

He doesn't know when he started crying, he wasn't even aware of it until Charles is awake, his huge blue eyes filled with worry. “Erik? Come here, please,” Charles raises one hand, laid on his side. Without a second or even a first thought, Erik sinks into the embrace.

He doesn't like people watching him cry, or show any type of vulnerability. And he's sure that Charles has only seen him tear up, shed a tear or two. But tonight, he lets it all out. He lets himself sob, weep, dig his hands on Charles's bare skin as his body and the metal bed frame are shaking. Charles stays there, traces flowers on Erik's back, mutters sweet nonsense with his soft posh voice until Erik can breathe again.

Erik doesn't push Charles away, but Charles lies on his back, makes Erik put his head on his chest, feel the telepath's heartbeat as his feet from ankle down are hanging over the bed. He closes his eyes, focuses on the air going in and out.

“You know, you don't have to know how to live a peaceful life. You can learn and adapt. And I'm sure you'll do great,” Charles muses. Others would be offended by Charles's snooping around, but Erik knows it's his natural state, and he would never kick Charles out. He doesn't have the words, but he does his best to send a wave of gratitude to Charles. By his smile, Erik assumes it's a success.

Son? Son?!

Italian: Coraline, bella come il sole / Ha perso il frutto del suo ventre / Non ha conosciuto l'amore / Ma un padre che di padre ha niente / Le han detto in città c'è un castello / Con mura talmente potenti / Che se ci vai a vivere dentro / Non potrà colpirti più niente

English: Coraline beautiful like the sun / She lost the fruit of her womb / She never knew love / She has a father that's nothing like a father / They told her there's a castle in town / With such strong walls / That if you live in there / Nothing will hurt you again

The asshole had the audacity to call Erik his son?! After he killed his mother? After he experimented on him?

Erik feels his blood boiling with rage, every fiber of his being ready to kill Shaw. Charles, still in his mind, screams at Erik that he's better, that he doesn't have to.

Charles says he's been in Erik's mind, that he knows. He doesn't know shit.

Shaw is frozen in place, holding the helmet. A helmet against telepaths, against Charles.

A helmet that will keep Erik intact, that will never allow anyone else inside.

A helmet that will keep him safe from harm.

His hands are slow as he puts it on, as Charles fades with a scream. Now it's just him and Shaw, as Erik pushes the coin inside the fucker's skull.

It's all done. He took his revenge, he's free. And with his helmet, he's free from everyone.

Italian: Non potrà colpirti più niente

English: Nothing will hurt you again

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Sherlock (bbc) fic recommendation

Here's a list of stories about Sherlock that I enjoyed a lot and wanted to give a little shout out to the authors :3 If you like any of these stories let the authors know! It would make them really happy :33

Reservations for Holmes | @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

Summary: When Y/N receives an anonymous note under the door to her flat, Sherlock pegs it as a case and insists on following up on it. Though all the clues hint at a secret admirer, Y/N might be surprised to discover who exactly it is…

My note: This is just wholesome. Incredibly cute. If you like sherlock I am begging you to read this. 

The campus Detective | @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's Y/N's first day of the autumn term, but things seem bleak when she can't find her class. It's only when she meets an eccentric student, that the real tests begin…

My note: Young Sherlock with glasses. That’s all I wanted to add.

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Lu Creative Time Challenge

I thought it would be fun to host another challenge! It's not like the challenge I did before because this one isn't limited to writing :3 Although my blog is mostly about Loki and Stephen Strange from Marvel all fandoms are welcome and everyone can participate!

You can choose from 4 cathegories (You can choose more than one!):

Writing

Drawing

Moodboard

Playlist

Deadline: no deadline! Take your time and don't feel pressured. You can join the challenge any time you want. I will make a masterlist of all the things you guys will create on August 7th, but if you post your work after that I will simply update the masterlist and add your posts!

Rules:

Pick one of the songs from the list under the cut and a character/s of your choice. (all fandoms are welcome! You can use any characters and ships as your muses)

Send me an ask with your song and the character/s.

Use a part of the song ( one line, a paragraph) and insert it into the story.

There's no limit to the word count or the format of the story- headcanons, drabbles, one shots, chat scenarios; all are welcome :)

OCs, ships, reader inserts, platonic or romantic - everything is on board

It can be any genre, but if you write or draw smut it will be rebloged on my smut blog to keep my main one minor friendly.

Remember to write down potential warnings and tag your work correctly.

Create a doodle or a sketch to recreate a scene from the song with character/s of your choice.

Choose one song to be the beginning of your story.

Create a playlist by adding more songs to continue your storyline. (you can choose other songs and you are not limited to the songs on my list)

Write a description or a summary of your playlist (Basically just tell us your story with different songs and briefly explain the plot)

Team up with a writer or a playlist creator and make a moodboard for their story.

If you don't want to work with anyone else simply create your own moodboard and if needed write a short summary of the story behind it.

Tag me in your creation/s or use the tag #lucreatives02

If you change your mind and want to switch your song or your cathegory just tell me so that I can keep the list updated.

More than one person can choose the same song.

If you want, try and challenge yourself by choosing a song you haven't heard before!

And most importantly: Have fun.

I hope I explained everything well, but if you have any questions feel free to ask!

And now to the songs! (some of them are not in English, but you can easily find translations on youtube or somewhere on the internet. I also added links)

So Good- Halsey (@lucywrites02 )

Coraline- Måneskin (@whatafuckingdumbass )

Powerless- Linkin Park

Chilldspot- Monster

People watching- Conan Gray

All too well (10 min ver.)- Taylor Swift

Someone new- Hozier

As it was- Harry Styles (@funsized-mimi )

群青 - YOASOBI

Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls (@kimoralov3 )

Midnight Love- Girl in Red

三文小説 - King Gnu

Ophelia- The Lumineers (@goldencherriess )

Is there somewhere- Halsey (@bakerstreethound )

Burning in the skies- Linkin Park (@celerrie )

Tourner Dans Le Vide- Indila (@french-vanilla-in-the-clouds )

Nobody- Mitski

Fire on Fire- Sam Smith

Santé- Stromae

Come back ...be here- Taylor Swift

1121- Halsey (@nekoannie-chan )

Red- Survive said the prophet (@wrenhyperfixates )

Niemożliwe- Kwiat Jabłoni

Lay all your ove on me- ABBA

Maniac- Conan Gray (@gaitwae )

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Sleepover mission time

Here's the list of my little missions for you! Missions are little tasks you can complete to make the creatores on tumblr happy. They aren't really complicated and completely voluntary. Have fun and be kind!

There is no deadline and you can do the missions again and again. I will complete all of them during our sleepover (August 7th) but you can do it anytime you want to!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

People who create gifs are an incredibly valued part of every fandom. They spend hours to create them and I admire them so much. You know how sometimes a trailer for a series, game or a movie drops and not even 20 minutes later there are gifs of it? Yeah, that’s pure sorcery. Today’s mission is very simple. Reblog your favourite gifset/s! If you want send an ask to people who create gifs and leave a compliment. It will make their day!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

I am a writer, but I’m also a reader. I always make sure to leave a nice comment under a fic or reblog it- I know how happy it makes people. That’s why today’s mission is to leave a comment under a fic of your choice. It may be 2 stories, it may be 10- It’s all up to you. If you’re not in a mood to read anything new, then leave a comment under a fic you have already read. Do it on tumblr, AO3, wattpad, whatever site you use to read. If you feel extra, make a fic rec post! You will make people very happy :3

.・。.・.・✫・゜・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

Today we gather to give our love to people who create fanart! Or art of any kind. I love seing my favourite characters in different art styles and fandom artist are really feeding us with their amazing works. It takes so much time to draw, paint or animate and I will never stop admiring people who do that. They deserve soooo much love! So today our mission is to give our compliments to the artists. Send them an ask, reblog their art! Show them your love and appreciation :D

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・゜✭・.・✫・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tell me what you’re working on! Do you crotchet? Draw? Maybe you write? Are you learning a new language? Or maybe you’re doing something else and want to share your progress with others? Today is the day to do that! If you want, send me an ask and thell me what you are working on! You can show me photos or simply describe it :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・.・。゜✭・.・✫・゜.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know what’s very important? Staying hydrated. Drink something! And I don’t mean just water- tea, juice, a milkshake. Make sure you stay hydrated. Make your fish brain happy and give it some liquids! While we’re at it- have you eaten anything today? If you haven’t then please take a break and make sure you do! I’m not talking about a whole 3 course meal- an apple, a sandwitch, a protein bar. You need some energy, folks! I know that sometimes people simply forget that they need to eat so this is a reminder to do it! And stay hydrated, of yourse!

.・。✭・.・✫・゜・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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No me dejes

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 873 palabras.

Sinopsis: Nunca creíste que Steve te dejaría en uno de los momentos más importantes de sus vidas.

Advertencias: Triste.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Lu Creative Time Challenge con la canción #21:

“1121-Halsey.”

        Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Tags: @sinceimetyou​ @black23​ @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

«Bueno, no moriré de amor», fue lo que pensaste, tal vez deberías de ir por tus cosas e irte, no le dirías a nadie, simplemente desaparecerías. “Me iré si me dejas…,” pero él no tenía por qué enterarse. Ni siquiera sabías si te lo diría o simplemente actuaría.

Primero recorriste con la mirada la habitación, luego caminaste por el lugar, no podías dejar de pensar, tampoco sabías qué decirle a Steve, parecía que él había tomado una decisión y no te incluía. Él aún no se atrevía a decirte nada; sin embargo, te habías enterado al escuchar accidentalmente una conversación entre Steve y Bucky.

No sabías qué hacer, como actuar ante él, probablemente toda tu relación con él había sido una ilusión, una mentira.

Un par de días después, finalmente creíste que debías hablar sobre lo que estaba ocurriendo, en cuanto él entró a la recámara, te sentaste en la cama.

—Steve tenemos que hablar —dijiste, él se sobresaltó, creyó que estabas dormida.

—¿Qué pasa?

—Steve… Por favor, dime lo que está pasando. No mientas… Por favor, no te vayas, por favor —suplicaste, nunca planeaste lo que le dirías.

—Se me está acabando el tiempo para decirte…

—¿Decirme qué?

Silencio, no recibiste ninguna respuesta por parte de Steve, era como si le hablaras a la nada, incluso parecía que te estuviese ignorando. Steve no se atrevió a decir una sola palabra, simplemente se levantó y se fue. «Y si la verdad es revelada, da miedo, porque ya tengo un peso en mis hombros», pensaste. Así que si él no te decía nada, tú tampoco lo harías, sería tu pequeño secreto. Si a él no le importaba dejarte a ti y a su hijo, tampoco le debería importar o molestar que ustedes desaparecieran de su vida. Tomaste al bebé de la cuna, donde dormía pacíficamente, ajeno a todo el drama que ocurría.

Tomaste tus cosas, debías irte lo más pronto posible, nadie sabría la verdad, ya tampoco te importaba lo que le pasara a él o a cualquiera de los otros, ahora tu prioridad era alguien más, alguien quien Steve nunca conocería, luego pensarías lo que le dirías a tu bebé cuando te preguntara por su padre.

“Grabas los recuerdos, así que puedes olvidarme.” Escribiste rápidamente en una hoja, escondiste la nota en el álbum de fotos que tenían, esas fotos ya habían dejado de tener significado para ti.

No tenías ni la más mínima idea donde irías, pero te asegurarías que Steve, ni nadie de los demás los encontrara. Steve había destruido la familia que formaron, pero tú no ibas a hacer nada para arreglarlo, de ahora en adelante sería únicamente tu hijo y tú.

Me estoy quedando con cosas de las que me arrepiento… El día de tu boda, casi huías, ni siquiera sabías los motivos, sino que parecía algo más impulsivo. Tal vez estabas intentando ahorrarte el dolor que sentirías en el futuro sin saberlo.

A veces tenías un sueño que te perturbaba tanto que parecía más una pesadilla; en el que Steve los encontraba, te hacía muchas promesas y te convencía de volver a estar juntos. Y luego de unos días volvía a irse.

—No me dejes en la forma en la que me dejaste —suplicabas.

Cuando Steve regresó de su viaje al pasado, no sabía cómo te explicaría lo ocurrido, sin embargo, se llevó una gran sorpresa al descubrir que ahora estaba solo en la casa, no había ni un solo rastro tuyo o de su hijo.

Por favor, no me dejes.

Finalmente, había entendido el error que cometió, lo único que ahora deseaba era recuperar a su familia, no sabía cómo lo haría, pero los quería de vuelta, los meses siguientes estuvo buscándolos sin éxito.

2 años después

 Tomaste la lista del supermercado, volteaste a ver a tu hijo, quien te mostraba su hermosa sonrisa.

—¿Estás listo, campeón? —preguntaste, él asintió.

Compraste todo lo que necesitabas del supermercado y un peluche que le había gustado a tu hijo, cuando llegaron a la casa, de inmediato volteaste al sentir una presencia detrás de ustedes. Frunciste el ceño, nunca imaginaste volvértela a encontrar, aunque por supuesto, sabías el motivo por el que estaba ahí.

—Lorna, ha pasado mucho tiempo.

—Dos años exactamente, ¿acaso tu mejor amiga no merece una explicación?

—Supongo que ya sabes lo que hizo Steve. No me puedes reclamar nada, tú hiciste lo mismo con Marcos.

—Fue una razón diferente, quería un mundo donde Dawn no tuviera que huir, ni esconderse.

—Y lo único que yo quería era que mi familia, tal y como era hace mucho, quería que mi hijo creciera con su papá y su mamá, no con ese anciano en el que Steve se convirtió.

—Debiste haberme dicho lo que planeabas, podría ayudarte.

—Si me quieres ayudar, no le dirás a nadie donde vivimos, Steve no tiene ningún derecho, no después de lo que hizo —sentenciaste.

—No le diré a nadie, pero seguiremos en contacto, después de lo que él hizo, Marcos y yo nos alejamos de ellos, no nos parecía justa su decisión.

Sonreíste, al menos ahora todo sería menos solitario, y efectivamente tanto Marcos como Lorna les ayudaban a que Steve no los encontrara nunca más.

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it got better

This should be in a museum

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I love you so much

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I think I actually forgot to mention for which character I'm writing the fic destined for your writing challenge. Sorry about that! It's young Remus Lupin

No problem! Thanks for telling me :3 I hope you're having fun with your song/prompt !

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For the creative time challenge, could I please have Coraline? (I don't want to destroy Hozier again and it's already an angsty song) I'll use Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (Professor X and Magneto) for the fic

I know you will make me cry with your work and I can't wait to see what you will come up with. Enjoy breaking our hearts!

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Heyy, I want to use "Ophelia" by The Lumineers for the challenge, please :)

Ask and you shall receive!

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Our sleepover is almost there!!!! Just a few more days to go, yay!

I prepared some things to make it interesting. Some of you have already seen my creative challenge (linked on my blog) and I am very happy that so many of you decided to take part in it :3

But i also prepared something for people who don't really create fanarts, gifs or fanfics, but still interact with them. I want you to feel included as well- that's why I wrote down some little missions for you! They are voluntary, of course and you don't have to send me any asks or follow me to participate. You can also choose which missions you want to complete. All you have to do is to have fun :3

You can find the list of all the missions (there are 5 of them) on my blog (it will be pinned). I will also put the link here as soon as I post them

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Hi! For your challenge can I have the song #21.- 1121- Halsey, with Steve Rogers and maybe Brock too, please?

Hello!!! Number 21 is all yours now 😌 Have fun!!!!!

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Hello hello!! can i have red by survive said the prophet for your creative challenge? (one of my favorite songs btw) i think i want to do a moodboard for demon slayer :3

My moonlight, hello!!!!

Demon Slayer Moodboard to this song? Slaaaay (literally)

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can i please claim iris by the goo goo dolls

It's all yours 😌