#songs for mordo

[mianmimi]

Watched Matilda the Musical on Netflix today and wow, this song absolutely got me to cry.

Listen to “My House” and imagine 616 Mordo escaping from his grandfather’s clutches and finding a better home.

It just kinda hit me out of nowhere too. The entire message of survival, contentment, and peace just captivates me. And it made me think of people I know who have endured terrible abuse as children and found their own places to live and be free. Like yes, the space may not be the best accommodations but it’s heaven because it’s a space that’s truly theirs, away from the people who’ve harmed them.

After another listen it also reminded me of our dearest 616 Mordo 🥺😭 Just him finding peace in a place that’s totally his, away from his abusive grandfather.

On these walls, I hang wonderful pictures.

Through this window, I can watch the seasons change.

By this lamp, I can read, and I - I am set free.

And when it's cold outside, I feel no fear.

Even in the winter storms, I am warmed

By a small but stubborn fire,

And there is nowhere I would rather be.

It isn’t much but it is enough for me.

I just love imagining him finding the little every day things magical. Like just watching the day from outside a window instead of being cooped up reading lessons, or reading a novel he actually wants to read instead of whatever his grandpa forced him to study.

Whenever I hear “Even in the winter storms, I am warmed by a small but stubborn fire,” my heart feels sooo fucking full with feels 😭 It just sweetly yet strongly speaks of resilience and hope. Like yes the problems are massive and consuming, but that little bit of hope still keeps you going. “Small but stubborn” just guts me for some reason. Like yes, I’m not this great big character but I’m strong enough to survive this. “It isn’t much but it is enough for me,” just tells me of immense resilience. Like we’re surviving off of very little but that’s all we need to make this a good situation. And I just think that’s absolutely beautiful.

[ashesinthewritten]

SPOILERS AGATHA ALL ALONG

WAS THAT EVEN REAL? We got the REVEAL!

My first thoughts were 80s/90s? Must be Billy’s and THEN Rio says it’s AGATHA’s? What.

all those creepy creeping. AND THEN the snap to the Coven. What was that?

You know just before I watched it , I thought, ‘wow, the writers are doing a really good job of humanizing her. Of making the viewers see her as more than the greedy manipulative witch in WandaVision. When really, she was a bad person in that, and her backstory. and in the beginning, Agatha put a layer back on. She clammed up.

to top it off, her trauma came back rearing her ugly head.

AND THEN SHE KILLS ALICE?! No no no. And while I do believe she seems genuine once Evanora pops in, and what she did to Alice.

and the moment she gets power, once she’s challenged right after one of her rawest moments, she spites Billy. Spites him because he’s not her son, he is Wanda’s, and he is calling her out.

And after all of that, from her, from Jen, maybe Lillia too, (don’t remember if she said anything demeaning to him) he is DONE. He looked up to her for whatever reason, and that idol veneer is shattered.

I don’t understand why he chucked Lillia and Jen off too.

Maybe some Mordo thinking?

is there going to be some Witchy House of M storyline?

We have 3 episode left and I have no idea what’s going to happen.

but that song with that scene was SPECTACULAR.

[bbey-rs3]

Imagine Benson is singing that microwave wings song in the kitchen, and then Mordecai walks in. Mordo may tease Benson about it sometimes by singing the lyrics or hum the music

[professorambrius]

Favorite Tony Jay Roles

This past August 13th, marked the 17th anniversary of the passing of actor and voice over actor Tony Jay. Known for his deep baritone voice, Tony would go on to voice many villainous characters in his career.

He performed in several Disney productions and famously provided the voice to the evil Judge Claude Frollo from ''The Hunchback of Notre Dame'' where he not only provided Frollo's voice but also performed the song 'Hellfire'' which is considered by many as the best Disney villain song.

Thanks to Tony's distinctive voice, he would go appear in numerous cartoons in the 80s through the 2000s. He would also go on to appear in many tv shows where he played both good and evil characters. Tony did get show off his humor in several roles.

Despite his talent for playing evil roles, Tony Jay was a kind and wonderful man who many enjoyed working with.

Judge Claude Frollo, Disney's ''The Hunchback of Notre Dame''.

Shere Khan, ''TaleSpin''

Shere Khan ''The Jungle Book 2''

Monsieur D'Arque, Disney's ''Beauty and the Beast''

Chairface Chippendale, ''The Tick''

Baron Mordo, ''Spider-Man the Animated Series''

Dr. Werner Lipschitz, ''Rugrats''

Rex Smythe Higgins, ''Hey Arnold''

Nigel St. John, ''Lois and Clark, The New Adventures of Superman''

Laszlo Glagorian, ''The Golden Girls''

Some of my favorite Tony Jay roles.

[thenightling]

Review of the last few episodes of Agatha All along / whole series opinion (With Spoilers)

To address a few things first. Someone has been mistaking my Facebook posts as plagiarism. My guess is they googled parts of my post and found my TheNightling Tumblr blog. Yeah... That's me. I post on more than one site. That's not plagiarism. All my words are my own except if in quotation marks and sourced. Second thing to address. Some people mistakenly think Agatha All Along is for kids because it's a Disney+ show under the Marvel banner. Let me just say that is NOT the case! Though it isn't gory like American Horror Story I would say this show was the equivalent of American Horror Story: Coven. There's death, including the literal Death incarnate / Grim Reaper. There's even the death of a child. It's not gory but it's definitely not "kiddie."

As I predicted we got a few more versions of The Witches Road song. We got the slow evolution of the song as sung by Nicolas Scratch (Agatha's Son) and a new montage version where we see Agatha luring witches to be victims of her power-draining / feeding, something Mordo was apparently originally supposed to be doing in the Doctor Strange sequel but it was dropped to make the story Wanda-centric. (No one remembers that Doctor Strange bonus scene of Mordo stealing magick?) So for those keeping score we now have nine (sort of ten or eleven) versions of The Witches Road song. 1. The Winding Road (True Crime version) 2. The Witches Road (Sacred chant version) 3. The Ballad of The Witches' Road (Lorna Wu 70s Glam version) 4. The Ballad of the Witches Road coven version (episode cut) 5. The Balled of the Witches Road coven (full album version) 6. The Witches Road instrumental version. 7. The Windy (Winding) Road / Witches Road (Nicolas Scratch version. Might count as two versions.) 8. Agatha's montage version as she tricks other witches through the centuries.

9. The Balled of The Witches' Road (Japanese Breakfast pop version). Anyway... Here we learn Agatha's backstory, or rather a fragment of it. We see her after it's been established that she preys on other witches like a vampire to feast on their power. She takes advantage of their kindness and hospitality to prey on them and teaches her young son to act as bait for kind witches. The show strategically hides from us who Nicky's father is. It is easy to say "We don't need to know, he's not important." but is something to be curious about. Apparently his father's identity is still a secret in the comics too. (I just checked. I had thought his father might be Mephisto, the demon from the Faust legend who is running around in Marvel.)

Agatha does under-go a redemption arc but it's not as big of one as I'd hoped. It takes a reminder of her son for her to sacrifice herself for Billy (Wiccan). I wonder what Billy told "his" (actually William's) parents when he showed up a day late and bloodied. Survived an attempted mugging? Jumped by bullies? How do you explain that without freaking them out? You know he can never tell them he's not their original son, that William died in the car accident and he jumped into the empty body. They'd disown him if they believed him. (At least most people would but you'd wish they wouldn't.) Now we come to the one thing I did not like about the show. I do NOT like that The Witches Road was manifested entirely from Billy's mind based on things in his bedroom ala Sarah in Jim Henson's Labyrinth. I saw the clues but was sort of hoping that The Witches' Road was real and just using Billy's mind to shape itself according to this particular coven and that it was Billy's power that opened the way. The idea that Billy created it entirely out of a con is very disappointing to me. We didn't need a second WandaVision "twist." I'd have been much happier if The Witches' Road was something ancient and primal and Billy just opened the way and so it tapped into his mind and manifested from his mind.

My second big complaint about Agatha All along was the notion that Agatha didn't realize she was the one who bound Jen. I know. I know, she could be playing dumb, but it was Agatha giving a reaction indicating that she just realized it- that lead to Jen figuring it out. But here's the thing. How do you cast a binding spell (for pay) roughly around the time a well-known witch is mysteriously bound and you already know roughly when she was bound, and you never consider you might have been the one to do it?!?? This version of Agatha Harkness is, in my opinion, very Dracula-esque. Not the archetype or literary Dracula but Marvel's Dracula. If you've read Tomb of Dracula you may know what I mean. A morally very grey character who is still capable of love and grief. And feeds on innocent victims... Since Agatha obviously isn't strictly lesbian... I'd ship it. Agatha and Dracula. (See the song Rapping with The Witch. It's a song about a wicked Witch's affair with Dracula.) I do like that Agatha returned as a ghost though. She died and came back as a sassy advisor ghost in the 90s (I think) comics. It reminds me a bit of Bob in The Dresden Files (TV show version, not the novels. I know, I know, it's not the same). I'm glad that this show at least established that Death incarnate is real in Marvel, witches are real, (though I hated the term "Analog magick.") and I do like Agatha back as a ghost buuuut I'm nervous about how they'll handle her ghostliness here on out. And this version of Death is no Death of The Endless from Neil Gaiman's The Sandman. Like Death of The Endless she is just fulfilling her function in the natural order of things but she's a bit of a b-tch about it. Will Marvel chicken out about Agatha being a ghost and say her consciousness is being fed into the mushrooms and manifesting a corporeal form for her still active brain? Will Marvel claim she's just an extension of Billy's subconscious / dark side? Will they reveal she's something else or someone else entirely? I'm nervous and don't trust Marvel to let a ghost be a ghost. Also it's funny that they say Agatha named him Nicolas Scratch because he's not made from magick, he was made "from scratch" when I thought he was named after "Old Scratch" or "Mr. Scratch" which is an old nickname for The Devil.

I do love that Agatha now has the silver hair of her comic book counter part's original incarnation though. And I am glad this seems to tease the story will continue with Billy and Agatha. I'm curious to know what will come next. I do miss her recently deceased coven though, I liked them. So in general I loved the show but I am disappointed that The Witches' Road isn't some primal entity manifesting a location based on their minds and thoughts but instead is just from Billy's subconscious... period. They could have had so much fun with the mystery of who or what really created the road centuries upon centuries ago. And I'm nervous about how the show will handle Agatha The Ghost or if they'll let her BE a ghost.

[doctorstrangereview]

Strange Tales #151

Cover Date: December 1966 On-Sale Date: September 8, 1966

And we're back! A family crisis prevented me from posting these for a couple of weeks. I wonder if I'll get back any momentum I had built up? This issue is a clip show. There's a lot of retelling previous tales as Umar catches up on what she's missed while she was imprisoned by her sweet brother Dormammu. According to the credits, Stan himself apparently wrote this one. Maybe he was in a rush or tired and decided to cut and paste old stories into a new(ish) script. Surprisingly Bill Everett decided that he wouldn't cut and paste Ditko's old art and redrew the old scenes. Way to go, Bill!

So powerful is Umar that's she's magically changed the color of her dress from green to red. She still looks very fetching. The weird glow around her head from last issue has developed into a full flame. Eventually we will learn these are the flames of regency and appear around the noggin of whoever rules the Dark Dimension. Yup, the rulers are literally hot stuff! The slit in her dress reveals strapped sandals that are even more awesome than what Wonder Woman wore in the 50s! She may have been imprisoned for millennia, but she knows her fashion!

Umar then flies to something called the Lamp of Lucifer. It looks like a typical Aladdin's lamp with the filigree that edges Doc's cloak of levitation with a funny demon face on it. It's adorable!

The lamp works like a mystical VCR and replays events surrounding Doc and Dormie. Bill uses this to draw an angry Ancient One.

Dormie finally gets the look that will become familiar to us all of us in the future. The purple body suit with the Superman red undies over his clothes and Superman's yellow belt look great as always! Everett even gives Dormie the mad-on eyebrows.

The lamp plays back Doc's origin story showing him studying with the Ancient One and some of the various dick measuring contests with Baron Mordo. Umar pauses the lamp long enough to confirm that her brother is actually alive.

The lamp un-pauses the tape and the playback continues with Doc kicking Dormie's butt and pulling a WWE move on him.

I think I like this version better than the original. Thanks, Bill! Then we get a replay of Dormie's battle with Eternity where the spaceman vanishes and flame-head gets mushed between two celestial bodies. Suddenly, the lamp reveals Clea's fate. Umar doesn't seem to know her and, to be fair, it'll be another decade before she's retconned as Umar's daughter. Of course Umar is a really bad parent so maybe she just forgot she had a daughter.

For good measure, we get a replay of the end of Doc's battle with Kaluu which immediately preceded the current action. Presumably, Umar was freed when Dormie was destroyed/lost/banished. For some unexplained reason, her reappearance took longer than all the other imprisoned people who managed to pop back almost instantaneously. It's a good thing those 60s comics didn't care too much about continuity!

Umar decides to pop a look into present-day Earth and spy on Doc a bit. For once his lack of security has some genuine grounding in reality! The Sanctum Sanctorum is a mess from his battle with Kaluu. Actual consequences from a battle! Who woulda thunk it? We immediately see Doc being a dick to Wong who just wants some cash to repair the Sanctum.

(The pink rectangle is a CONTINUED AFTER NEXT PAGE message unnecessary in the Masterworks reprint. These would usually be under the art, but it would have clashed with the "WATCH MARVEL SUPER-HEROES ON TV" ad at the bottom of the page. These were the incredibly crude cartoons from the mid-60s that looked like someone cut out the comics and dragged them along on string in front of a camera. Crude as they are, they're very faithful to the original material and they gave us wonderfully incongruent theme songs, particularly the Iron Man one!)

Doc powers up and poor Wong actually thinks for a moment that Doc is gonna blast him. What a dick! This isn't the case, thankfully and Wong will live to have many, many more adventures. Doc just gives a woe is me speech about how all this mundane crap is interfering with his cosmic stuff. Then he conjures up some cash. As is typical for 60s Doc, he is never apologetic to Wong or shows any remorse for they psychological trauma he just inflicted.

I really need to learn how to do that!

Doc feels more evil forces at work, and the Crystal (Orb) of Agamotto catches fire!

Umar kidnaps Clea and sends her scream over to Doc. Umar is a schemer, she is! Not content to just wait for Doc to take the bait, she kidnaps him as well.

And now, we wait! For the next installment.

I like this one better than I remember. Despite half the story being flashbacks to old issues, it's fun. Doc is an arrogant jerk again, to his man-servant no less! Poor Wong. Umar's character is developing nicely. She's more manipulative and subtle than her brother, but her patience isn't limitless and when it's exhausted, she just grabs what she wants. It's quite sad Jacqueline Pearce is no longer with us. She would have made a perfect Umar in a live action production. Eternity awaits! (Yes, he will show up again too!)

[doamarierose-honoka]

Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige removed a key element from Loki Season 2's ending according to the show's composer Natalie Holt.

Throughout the Multiverse Saga, the Marvel boss provided several notes to previous projects under Phase 4 and Phase 5.

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse director Sam Raimi revealed in the film's audio commentary Feige wanted to remove the first encounter between Strange and Mordo in Earth-838 since he felt that "it was a little corny," but the filmmaker refused.

In June 2023, Secret Invasion director Ali Selim shared that there were ideas for the series that Feige "killed" because "he has a plan going down the road."

Ms. Marvel director and showrunner Adil El Arbi also pointed out in July 2022 that Feige had a special request for the show's mutant reveal, with the MCU boss telling him to "just shoot [the scene], put the [X-Men theme] on, and that’s it."

Loki's Ending Song That Almost Came to Be

In an interview with Marvel Entertainment, Loki Season 2 composer Natalie Holt talked about the one change that Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige made to the series' final moments near the end of post-production.

At the end of Season 2's finale, Mobius and Sylvie overlook a suburban house belonging to one of Mobius' Variants. As Sylvie walks away and the camera stays on Mobius pondering his future, a rock-inspired tune starts playing. The music intensifies through the final shot of Loki protecting his secured timelines and continues to play through the credits.

The original plan devised by Holt and crew was for this song to be accompanied by lyrics.

Holt explained how she had been working with a songwriter to craft words for the epic closing song:

"I wanted to write a song [for 'Loki']. I’d been working in the studio with a songwriter, trying to come up with a song using the 'Loki' theme."

However, as the series was wrapping up, Feige altered such plans for Loki's emotional ending to be accompanied by poetic lyrics, as he thought that they would "feel too leading:"

"Kevin Feige just said, 'I don’t like having lyrics here. It feels too leading.'

But what is left is this sort of underneath of a song."

Holt reflected on Feige's advice, admitting that "it seemed to work better" without lyrics:

"It seemed to work better without lyric’s help, because when you add lyrics into a song it does make it very specific. So yeah, it has the feel of a sort of rockier version of the theme though."

Why Loki's Score Works Better Without Lyrics

Given Loki Season 2 ended with a poignant moment for Tom Hiddleston's God of Mischief, it's fitting that it was accompanied by the perfect score from Natalie Holt.

Kevin Feige's advice to not put lyrics in Loki Season 2's finale score is understandable since including them would've spoon-fed the viewers what kind of emotion or reaction the creators wanted them to feel.

While it would've been unique for the score to be a full-blown song while Loki's ascension is happening, hearing a powerful theme without words is more impactful and thrilling for the viewers.

[blood-and-winter-buckynat]

Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.

Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)

Production Notes:

The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it.  Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.

The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.

The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.

Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller

Characters:

Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale

Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II

Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine

Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo

Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents

Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale

Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.

Story Synopsis

ACT I:

Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).

Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.

Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.

In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.

Present Day

The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.

At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.

After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.

Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.

A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.

Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.

ACT II:

Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.

After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.

Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.

The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.

When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.

Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.

@sharingsharoncarter @burninblood @bolshoiromanova @agentxthirteen

[rmoonstoner]

So Strange

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Summary:

Stephen learns magic. It's mostly the same as how he did so in the movies, with slight changes. No major warnings I suppose.

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Chapter 2 - LIT

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The first week for Stephen was slow and boring. He was given a run down of the place, handed a map, a ratty scroll that was essentially a handbook of rules to follow, then given a set of plain cream colored robes. He was shown to a small room with a ratty mat for a bed, but he didn't care. It was quiet, safe, and his. He had memorized the map and took note of where everything was. He read through the scroll and smiled when he could find many loopholes he could abuse at a later time. He had an entire week to adjust to the place.

***

The second week was a bit more interesting. He was given a brass ring and told it was an essential tool. He was told that it amplified any magic used through it, and it could open portals anywhere in the Multiverse. Unfortunately he also sucked at this as well. While other students were getting the hang of it the first week, he proved he couldn't grasp the concept of how to open a portal.

He tried hard everyday, with him waking up at the crack of dawn to practice for the entire week, with absolutely no results. He couldn't even get a single spark to appear and he was disappointed in himself. He hadn't worked on the guitar all week because of this.

***

The week after that, Stephen decided to take up the guitar again. He did it in an effort to give himself time to cool down from his failure to learn how to use the ring. At first he stayed in his room, only coming out to eat and shower, but soon after, he began asking around if they had any sheet music for him to look at. They were in the grand library.

Unfortunately though, he wasn't allowed into the library yet. He had to pass the ring test first, and that frustrated him to no end. Instead of finding sheet music, he started gathering papers, pens, and a ruler. His plan was to make his own music to pass the time.

Later he moved to different areas of the temple, stealing himself away into any secluded place he remembered on the map. He would practice his fret work in private, hoping no one could see or hear his struggling and general bastardization of the guitar. He would find spots that had views of the outside when it was raining, or go out into the courtyards when the weather permitted it.

Stephen became more and more comfortable with using the guitar, and by the end of the week, he was able move his fingers more gracefully. The songs didn't sound any better to him, but his fingers were starting to cooperate.

***

On the following Sunday, Mordo and another master had found Stephen outside on the ground, sitting against a tree as he was playing. Stephen had been blissfully unaware of their presence as he fumbled and scratched the chords and the wooden surface.

He still sounded awful, but he was improving, bit by bit.

"Ah! Hello, Stephen. I see you're still making use of the gift that Master Yao gave you." Wong smiled as Stephen suddenly stopped playing at the sound of his voice.

Stephen went beet red as he noticed the other man standing beside Wong. He scrambled to put the guitar away so he could show them the respect they deserved with a customary bow, but Wong reached out and gently placed his hand on the instrument.

"No. Stay there. Keep it out. My friend wanted to find out who was playing Pink Floyd songs." Wong said with a sly grin.

Stephen felt embarrassed and he looked down at the wooden guitar. He could feel the blush across his cheeks, the color bleeding through to the tips of his ears.

"Yeah, uh… That was me. I know I sound like a child with a toy ukulele. Sorry I bothered you-"

"No, no! I think it's refreshing to hear someone actually trying. I hear you haven't given up." The other man beamed at him.

"I… Thank you..?" Stephen stared at him as if he were asking the man's name. He assumed he was a master, like Wong was, given the man's attire.

"Oh, my apologies. My name is Master Hamir."

"Master Hamir? But his name is Hamir as well?" Stephen pointed to Wong with a raised brow.

"Oh, haha. Yes. This is my father." Wong said with a grin as he patted the older gentleman on the shoulder 

"Oh! Well it's nice to meet you, Mr. Wong… Wait… Master Hamir." Stephen said with a slightly confused face as he tried to get the title and names right. Master Hamir gave him a smile.

"It's alright, young man. Since I am already a master and had chosen Hamir to be known by, my son had to take the family name." Hamir offered his right hand for Stephen to shake and he took it.

"Please, can you play me a song? I liked the one you were just playing." Hamir smiled and took a step back to give Stephen some space.

Stephen frowned and looked at the guitar, then up at Hamir. He was still pretty bad at playing.

"Uh… Okay, but it's nothing like the song I am trying to play."

"You were trying to play Freebird. Please, go on. Try again."

And Stephen did try again. Mostly because he was very self conscious, he had trouble getting his hands to cooperate. He was hitting the wrong chords, accidentally shoving his fingers between the strings, and his hands went stiff with stage fright. He tried a few times to get the correct chords, chords he had memorized down to a T, but his damned hands…

"Ah, fuck! I can't. My hands won't let me. I'll never be able to get any better." Stephen groaned in complaint as he dropped the instrument onto his lap and cupped his face with his shaking hands.

"Sure you can. With a little practice-"

"My hands are broken! No one can fix them. Do you know how many times I've tried to get the ring to work? If I can not even wave my hands around and move my fingers in the required way for that, how the hell will they work well enough to play Hot Cross Buns?" Stephen sighed and he ran his hand through his hair and gripped his messy locks.

Hamir chuckled and sat down in front of Stephen. He reached out for the guitar and gave him a silent look asking to borrow it. Stephen shrugged and passed it over, then Hamir set it down on his lap.

"Do you play?" Stephen asked and he was met with a nod.

"Yes. I've been playing for years, since I was a small lad."

"My father is very good, Stephen." Wong said with a large grin. Stephen shrugged and leaned back.

"Sure. Be my guest." Stephen huffed in frustration.

He watched Hamir adjust himself and position the guitar with one hand.

The wrong hand. 

"Forgive me, Stephen, but I am a lefty. I have to switch hands, but it should still work nicely."

Stephen was a little confused. He was even more confused as to why the man had his other hand firmly inside his pocket the entire time, that is, until he pulled it from his pocket.

Which promptly revealed that there wasn't another hand.

It was a stump.

Stephen gawked as Hamir began to play. The stump by the strings wasn't even holding the guitar. There seemed to be a buffer of air there, almost as if there was an unseen hand hiding between dimensions. Stephen could see the ghostly outline of an entire hand, fingers, nails, knuckles, all silvery and barely there. The strings moved flawlessly. The tune of some traditional temple music played as Hamir tapped his foot on the ground and hummed softly to the chords.

Stephen was enraptured as he moved forward in his seat. His eyes squinted at Hamir's phantom appendage playing. Looking closer, he could see the hand more clearly.

"That's his astral hand, you know." Wong suddenly said.

Stephen raised a brow and looked at Wong, then back at the glowing image of Hamir's hand.

Is this one of the secrets these sorcerers had? Using a magical energy to replace body parts?

Almost as if Wong was reading his mind, he spoke up again.

"Just so that you know, you can learn how to do this as well. Your astral form is what you can make of it. If you're missing a body part, you can make it appear in your astral form, like my father did here."

"Can he..? You know..?"

"Yes, he can use his Sling ring. He can cast spells. All with only one hand."

The gears began to turn in Stephen's head. If Hamir could do this, while missing a whole hand, then there was no reason that Stephen couldn't succeed at this as well.

Magic was aiding Hamir in what Stephen thought was impossible, and now he was starting to truly believe in the impossible.

***

A few weeks went by, and Stephen blossomed, though he wouldn't believe it.

Every morning he would wake up at the crack of dawn, just when the sun hit his window. He would get ready for the day and then go for a run outside, followed by exercising every part of his body. After, he would practice his ring, now slowly making sparks, which was a big improvement from before.

During breakfast, Stephen would work on his hands and fingers with simple strength training techniques. Sometimes he would use multiple rubber bands, other times, he would stretch and bend them to the point of nearly crying, all while reading online news about what was happening in his home country on one of the devices Mordo had let him borrow.

After lunch, he would go on to a martial arts class and learn how to defend himself. He usually took three different forms a day, and it distracted him from his depression. It was a great way to pass the time until dinner. If he had more spare time before the meal, he would again work on the ring.

He would have a shower, then he'd steal himself away into the library waiting room to read with the guitar. Wong was nice enough to let him practice his string work, so long as Stephen stayed at the farthest most edge of the shelves so that Wong could still hear his iPod. He was technically not allowed in the library yet, but Master Yao had agreed to let him be there so long as someone else was.

Stephen would sit in the corner with a new book every day that Wong would bring him. While he read, he would play the guitar. All he wanted to do was to learn the secrets of Astral magic. He knew he could speed up his recovery if he could master it. He could play the guitar well enough to his liking, and he also knew he could make great leaps and bounds with learning the Mystic Arts if he could just grasp how to do that.

Too bad he still couldn't play for shit, and he still couldn't open a fucking portal to save his life.

***

Another week had passed, and Stephen was now playing the guitar at a relatively decent level. He was able to play slow songs without messing up, but he could only play about three songs perfectly, before his hands would cramp up and he'd miss a few chords.

Wong started to notice the music was getting much better, much faster. He gave excuses to Stephen about needing to be closer to him. Resetting books into their proper areas, dusting the shelves, sweeping the floors. He didn't wish to ask Stephen to do any of these things, because he was worried Stephen would stop practicing if he was distracted.

When Stephen tried to be courteous and move away from Wong, as per his original request, Wong would tell him it was fine, pop his headphones in, and go about his duties as he secretly listened to the vast improvement of the music, his iPod not even on.

Eventually Wong would report back to Master Yao, informing her of how Stephen was doing. She was pleased and planned the next step in Stephen's recovery.

***

Yet another week flew by, and Stephen was still improving his music. He was very self conscious about playing in front of anyone but Wong and his father.

On this particular night, Hamir had come by and requested to play a musical game with Stephen. The game in question was guessing songs, one of Stephen's favorites, but there was a twist. They would be playing the music themselves, each taking turns on playing a song, while the other took a guess on what it was. A round of five songs each. The only catches were no breaks, and they had to wear their Sling rings.

Stephen was hesitant, though excited all the same. Wearing the Sling ring while playing wasn't anything new to Stephen  as he was using it as a guitar pick whenever possible.

There was a small bit of pride in him when Hamir complimented his progress. It was enough to bloom into determination to show the man he was truly trying his best.

Hamir went first, playing a beautiful rendition of Colors of the Wind from the Pocahontas.

Stephen made a weird face and his brain thought hard. His eyes went wide and he guessed it after ten seconds of Hamir playing. Hamir chuckled and it was Stephen's turn.

Stephen drummed his fingers against the guitar as he thought about what to play. He grinned when an idea hit him and he began to play Paradise City by Guns and Roses.

It only took fifteen seconds for Hamir to figure it out, but he kept quiet for thirty seconds, before guessing. He wanted to actually hear how well Stephen had improved.

Stephen was delighted, and his confidence grew a little bit more.

Hamir played You're Gonna Go Far Kid, by the Offspring. It took Stephen about eighteen seconds to guess it correctly. He was surprised at the song choices Hamir was choosing. First a classic Disney song, now the Offspring?

Stephen took his second turn, this time choosing to play Magic Man, by Heart. This time Hamir was a little baffled. Hearing only the guitar part was hard to tell which song it was, but he eventually guessed at the minute mark.

"You're doing quiet well, young man. You're playing far better than what Wong can do." Hamir suddenly praised him, while in the same breath, revealing that Wong couldn't play for shit.

Stephen's jaw dropped. He didn't believe Hamir at all, yet Wong sighed and took the guitar to show him.

Wong was terrible. So terrible, he broke one of the strings and apologized.

"See? He's awful. Now you. You're playing at a high school band level. If you keep this up, you're going to sound just as good at the Rolling Stones." Hamir suggested as he got the guitar ready and fixed the broken string.

He started up a song, the notes coming out light and jovial. He slapped the guitar in between the notes like a drum, and Stephen took note of the clever use of the body of the guitar. At ten seconds, he was able to guess that it was No Rain, by Blind Melon.

Stephen went again, playing out a more difficult to play song. He was trying to make sure he could play them well enough to be guessed, but obscure enough that maybe Hamir hadn't heard it before.

"Oh, that one is easy. Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons." Hamir said with a grin. 

"Yeap. You are good at this game."

"You mean to say that I don't look like the type to know these songs, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah."

Hamir chuckled and picked the guitar up once more. He played out a quick tune, this time playing Do You Believe in Life After Love, by Cher. Stephen laughed and guessed it in under twenty seconds.

The next song Stephen wanted to play was another one of his favorites, but now his fingers were getting stiff, and his wrist was sore. This was the second to last song for him, and he wanted to be able to last until the next song. With a quick cracking of his knuckles, Stephen strummed out the next song. Black Hole Sun, by Evan Konrad.

Hamir was stumped for a bit, and then his eyes brightened as he guessed the song.

Finally it was Hamir's last turn. He quickly belted out the tune for the Goldfish commercial and Stephen laughed as he guessed it.

That just left one last song, and it was Stephen's turn. His hands hurt and his joints were swollen. He hadn't missed a note yet, but he hadn't really noticed.

With a huff and another round of vigorous knuckle popping action, Stephen took up the guitar one last time and began to play.

Stephen had his eyes closed as he flicked and strummed the strings. He was using the shell of the guitar every so often as a makeshift drum, slapping his fingers against the worn wood every so often. As he played, he thought about how badly he wanted to learn the guitar, to play beautifully. He thought about how he wanted to be able to cast a simple portal into existence. He wished to be able to be happy again. He wanted to go home, back to his luxurious penthouse that he had no idea would even be there when he got back, as he had put it up for sale before he had left.

Hamir listened and nodded his head. He could tell what song it was, but just as he was about to guess, he saw something flicker behind Stephen.

Sparks flashed behind Stephen. At first it almost looked like someone was waving sparklers around and then once Stephen hit the tempo change, a full burst of a portal sparked to life. The sparks crackled and moved to the rhythm of the music, creating a perfectly formed portal.

The image on the other end of the portal was very comical. There stood a confused looking realtor and her two clients standing inside of Stephen's empty penthouse. The three of them were staring at Hamir and Wong, while Stephen had his back to them, still playing.

"Is that a skinny white man, playing People Are Strange to two monks?" The shortest woman asked the realtor. She was wearing a beautiful wrap dress, while her companion was in a tailored suit. Her partner leaned down, and tilted her head, her earrings clinking as she took a deep breath.

"Honey, if this place comes with a bunch of weirdly dressed men, we don't want it. I've got enough of those back at my studio." The taller woman sassed the Barbie look a like realtor as she tugged on her girlfriend's arm, motioning for them to leave.

"I dunno, Ray. The guy playing isn't so bad. He's certainly better than that punky looking Spider-Man that came in last week for a recording. Remember how that guy smashed his guitar all over the speakers when he was done?"

"That's fair, but I wouldn't sign this guy on. He needs more work, and looking like that, he's so plain. He needs a gimmick or something. At least Spider-Punk has the whole heavy metal Spider-Man look. This guy looks like he's about ready to go teach a sermon at a Buddhist band camp."

"Ray! You can't just say things like that!" And that was the moment Stephen heard the people behind him. 

It was at that point, that Stephen knew, he fucked up. His face went pink, and he slowly turned to look at who was talking behind him. His jaw dropped, and his hands stopped playing. The moment he did, the portal closed up.

"Well that was amazing. You've stunned me." Hamir said as he slapped his knee with a laugh.

Stephen turned to look at him, then at Wong, then back to the empty spot the portal once was. He then looked down at the guitar, then back at the two men who were surprised, but smiling.

"Did you do that?" Stephen asked and Hamir shook his head. Before he could ask Wong, he too, shook his head.

"Then who-?" They both pointed at him.

"Me? No. Nooo. Not possible. I wasn't doing the correct hand motions. I was playing this, and-"

"Magic isn't always uniform and predictable, my boy. Sometimes it works in ways that even us masters don't quite understand." Hamir grinned and held up his stump.

"But why did the portal open up to my old home? It's on the market, and the lady in pink is my realtor."

"Because you're home sick. You desperately want your old life back, so the portal opened in a place you held dear to your heart."

Stephen was relieved it didn't open up into the hospital he used to work at, but at the same time, he was confused as to why it didn't. Was work not his home, like he once thought?

"And this… This thing I just did…" Stephen asked and Hamir laughed.

"I asked the magic to help me, and this is how it chose to do so. You have asked magic to help you, and it has decided to gift you with a musical blessing. You're obviously better with the guitar as a focus, then the ring, and I saw how you used the ring as a pick. Perhaps use both, together, and try to replicate that again. It should work on any guitar. The one you have isn't special. It was left here long ago, and Master Yao thought you should have it. Feel free to use magic and change its appearence. Or by hand." Hamir said as he stood up and hung the guitar on his shoulder.

Stephen nodded and looked back down at the guitar. When he looked back up, both Wong and his father had vanished.

"Fuck. I hate it when they do that." Stephen muttered to himself, but deep down, he knew he would abuse the hell out of that ability if he had it.

He practiced more that night. He found that he could successfully and consistently open a portal while playing the guitar, using the ring as a pick, but when he tried with only the ring, only small sparks would appear. Stephen was frustrated that he couldn't just use the ring, because having to whip out the bulky guitar in a fight would cost him valuable time.

Not that he'd want to get into a fight anyway, but it would be nice to master the ring by itself to be able to make a quick getaway.

Although, smashing someone's head in with a guitar would be pretty metal, being able to repair the thing with magic after would be even better. The drive to master both was maddening for him.

It was around midnight when Stephen finally noticed the time. He groaned when he realized the next day held an early meeting with Yao. He wasn't prepared for it at all.

***

"So. Tell me, Stephen… What is felonwort?"

"Felonwort. It is known as Bittersweet Nightshade, or Solanum Dulcamara."

"What do the flowers look like?"

"The flower has 5 petals in violet and blue hues. It has a thick yellow center. The fruit produced from the flowers is usually green to start, and then typically goes to an orange and a orange tinged red when fully ripened."

"Perfect. Now, please tell me what we use it for."

"Uh… We? Do you mean its medical uses or..?"

"Yes, Stephen, what are its medical uses."

"Oh, yes. I know this. The stem is useful for skin conditions and problems with the lungs. It's best harvested before leaves grow on it, or after they fall off. It is made into tinctures, and can be put in teas, but that's avoided due to the poisonous nature of the plant. Leaves are for helping with tumors and warts. The fruit is used for the joints and lungs as well. And in North America, the Indigenous used it for fevers and-"

"Stephen. You could have just said it's used for skin conditions, lung illnesses, tumors, warts, joints, and fevers. You need to let go of this need to show off your intelligence. You're also giving out too much information that I did not ask for. This isn't a university or a hospital. Less is more."

Stephen took a deep breath in through his nose as he clenched his fists behind his back and nodded. He was trying to force his annoyance away, actively trying to stop being so… 

Much, so to speak 

"Now that you have told me about the various plants you've been reading about in our library, comparing them to your memory of your western books, can you tell me if you've been at least taking advantage of the medicine area we have?" She asked and Stephen nodded.

"Yes. It's been helping my hands. I've yet to try a few things." Stephen flexed his hands and cracked his knuckles.

"Good. Next, I would like you to use the ring and make a portal for me." Master Yao requested and motioned to the empty spot in front of Stephen.

Stephen could feel himself clam up. His hands suddenly ached and he began to sweat nervously. He glanced at the spot, then closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply and brought his hands up. With a slow exhale, he opened his eyes and concentrated on opening a portal as he moved his hands.

While Master Yao quietly watched, Stephen struggled with his concentration. His hands had nothing to hold on to, and were shaking badly with nothing to focus on. Every joint, ligament, muscle, and bone ached as his nerves were set on fire.

He could feel the magic there, a small warmth hinting that he could do better.

Beads of sweat slowly formed on his brow as he grunted and grit his teeth. He squinted at the empty spot he was trying to summon the rip in dimensions, and his confidence slowly diminished when only a few sparks coughed to life, before quickly snuffing themselves out with the help of the gentle breeze.

Everything was distracting him. Even the things he had learned in his lessons that were meant to calm him down weren't working. The sounds of nature were taunting him, making him lose his focus.

Leaves rustled and scratched each other. Branches groaned and cracked as the wind brushed past their forms. The sounds of the fountain were making him think about the words of Master Yao. Surrender to the flow and current of magic, yet all he could do was sink into place. He tried to envision the portal. He tried to think about how he felt when they appeared while playing the guitar.

Oh lords above and below, and in-between, he tried.

"I can't. We've been here for fifteen minutes already. I just can't do it. I can't-"

"Stephen. Take a deep breath, relax." Master Yao cooed as she brought her hand up and gently placed it on his shoulder.

"I am trying to relax. I just can't get this right." Stephen huffed as he hung his head in shame.

"Now, now… Perhaps we shall try it a different way. I saw you brought your guitar. Please, sit down, relax, and play me a song." Master Yao suggested.

In an instant, the guitar in question was in Stephen's hands and he found himself awkwardly standing there. He glanced around, then at the instrument, then he looked at Yao.

"So, uh… Did you want me to play a particular song?" Stephen asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. Master Yao smiled and turned to sit down on a stone bench, waiting expectantly. 

Stephen took a deep breath and adjusted the guitar strap and got comfortable. He tried to calm his racing heart by thinking about his sister, hearing her words of encouragement. He then started to crack each and every joint and knuckle he had in his hands and wrists, followed by nervously shifting from one foot to the other. The Ancient One merely sat there quietly, watching, waiting.

"Well, um, if you won't pick a song, I am just going to play one I am comfortable with, then." Stephen declared, to which Master Yao just nodded with that half smile and slight twinkle in her eye.

"Erm, okay then." He gave a shrug and again shifted on his feet while getting the guitar into a proper hold.

He hummed for a moment, the embarrassment lingering thickly in the air. His fingers plucked and strummed to warm up and figure out the proper placement of his finger tips. Soon he set forth into the song, pulling the strings for a short while.

He was attempting to play Paint It Black, by the Rolling Stones. Stephen thought it was fitting, since just recently, he had been told he could achieve that band's greatness with time and practice. The song also touched his heart and soul, making him feel exceptionally emotional as he played. He related to it, and it was always a comfort song when he was upset or depressed. Lord knows hebhad played it thousands of times in his life. He was even singing along, hoping that adding his voice would make the song slightly better.

Soon his foot was competing with the constant added slap of his palms to the sides of the guitar. He had been working on trying not to wince everytime he whacked the hard surface with his sore fingers. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it used to, and he was at the point where he could ignore the constant stinging sensation. He was so focused on trying to play, he didn't even think about opening a viable portal.

Yet, as his voice continued to spew out the lyrics to keep in time with the song, his fingers started to move more quickly. The pain was fading out to a dull throb that gave way to a pleasing stretch.

The doctor was completely unaware that he had opened a roving portal, one that was hovering right over New York's beach line. It was a perfect bird's eye view, and the portal was moving in accordance to the rhythm. The view moved on, showing rows and rows of cars on either side of a thick road. 

The people on the streets stopped to look up at the curious looking thing in the sky as it moved steadily away. The sparks almosted pulsed to the beat as Stephen played.

The scenery suddenly switched to a building, a tall and proud hospital. It was a major one, the exact same that Stephen used to work at. The large bright red doors opened and closed. A redheaded woman was inside, staring at the circle of magic. She slowly came out to stare at the sparks and the man playing in the center.

She squinted, looking at Stephen in wonder and awe, then her eyes flicked over to Master Yao, who gave her a pleasant grin and a wink. The woman looked back at Stephen and her eyes skimmed down to his hands, causing her to gasp. Even though she had tried to muffle herself, Stephen had heard her. His ears tweaked and his head whipped around to look at her as his hand promptly stilled.

The portal withered up and fizzled out of existence. The last thing Stephen saw, was Christine's shocked face, and a small group of his peers he hadn't seen in months. He sat there blinking in confusion, his eyes looking down at his guitar. Why did the portal take him there? He missed her, but he knew he missed his job more.

"Well done, Stephen! It seems as though you are capable of opening a portal. I am satisfied with your display of magic."

"But… I didn't use the ring-"

"Nonsense. You used the guitar as a focus. The ring is meant to be a focus. You simply linked them together, like the ring was an amplifier. I need you to practice more, so that in the future, you can use just the ring if need be. But, for now, you get to move on to the next level." Master Yao waved her hand and the scenery changed to that of the library.

"Now, you have my permission to take out the next level of books, should you so choose. I highly recommend the Book of Cagliostro and the Book of the Sun. If you can convince Wong, that is." Master Yao plucked up a few books that weren't the ones she had suggested and handed them to Stephen. One was about viewing orbs, another was a detailed description on how to access the Mirror Dimension.

That night Stephen read books until he fell asleep.

***

Note:

Chapter is named after the song, LIT, by Polyphia.

In the comics, Hamir is supposed to be Wong's dad. Yes, I know I already made his name Hamir. Yes, I know Hamir is the old man that is missing a hand in the movie. I made a mistake and forgot about him being a thing in the movie, so now he's just Wong's dad. Deal with it.

Yes, I know Stephen has issues bowing to others at this point in the movie, but his issues on being superior have been mostly squashed out of him by this point. He still thinks he is superior, but he's going to be more polite and respectful about it and hold his tongue.

The two ladies with the realtor that I imagined look like:

The tall woman in a suit is a black pop singer and producer. She is modeled after Ryme, from Pokémon Violet/Scarlet, while her girlfriend is short, and I pictured her to look like Nani from Lilo and Stitch. And of course, the realtor just looks exactly like a blonde Barbie.

Not proofread by anyone, but me, so there's probably mistakes.

Reminder that this story will eventually contain 18+ content and be Stephen x fem!reader

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[writingfish]

Do I know what is happening in this? Not really.

There was spice in the air. There was magic too, but that was a given. Magic was one of the base layers of the multiverse. It's absence would have been more alarming.

Voices were around him. They sounded muffled, probably due to the pounding in his ears. The sky was very blue, except for the large hole in the middle of it. The weaving frayed at the edges and already some of the strands were starting to unravel. He groaned and got to his feet. His head spun and his arms shook as he raised them. His hands were trembling, violently, but thankfully the Lady had taught him how to weave without.

He hummed, moving his arms around in broad gestures that weren't really needed, but kept space free around him. The voices had stopped speaking at some point. There were stares on his back, normal.

Slowly, the threads joined themselves back together. Reality was eager to repair itself and quickly answered his requests.

Most universes don't like holes in their fabric, the Lady had said. They'll always help you if you plan on fixing them.

The last end wove itself back into the greater weaving and he turned around. The song trailed off. He knew better than to end it abruptly and he had been half expecting the woman in front of him. The other sorcerers weren't a surprise either. Mandalas were formed around their palms, defensive spells.

What was a surprise, however, was the Time Stone hovering between them. He scowled at it.

"Oh, so now you decide to work."

"I apologize," a deep voice said, vibrating in the air. One of The Ancient One's eyebrows rose.

"The landing was unusually rough," the stone continued, sounding vaguely apologetic.

"It would have been worse if I wasn't there," he said. "You tore the weave. You're lucky I was able to use what remained of the threads to ease the way."

"It is appreciated, Weaver." The Time Stone somehow sounded sad at the name.

"Stephen?" The Ancient One broke in. While she sounded faintly amused, it was overshadowed by the concern. Was that for him or Kammar-Taj? Probably Kammar-Taj.

He closed his eyes and took several long breaths. His body didn't hurt as it was supposed to. He shredded feeling he had been carrying around was nearly nonexistent. His soul ached as it always did, but the threads of the greater weaving were still holding it together. There wasn't time to see if it had torn, but he would have felt it if it had.

"The Time Stone decided it was a good idea to rewind time in an unraveling universe," he said looking at The Ancient One again. "It wouldn't have ripped open reality if the rest of the stones had been able to weave the path, but….they were destroyed."

"Destroyed," The Ancient One echoed.

He nodded. They hadn't even known what had happened until the greater weaving had started to fray and unravel. The Lady had managed to track down the unraveling to this particular multiversal cluster where everything was layered like crepes. It had been Stephen's job to find the specific layer. Unfortunately, it was his home universe.

"Strange! What have you done!"

Great. Mordo was back too.

He had gotten Stephen kicked out of the Order with his connection to the dimensional energies sealed. After that, he had met the Lady.

Mordo strode up to him, fists crackling with power. It was, he suspected, only the presence of The Ancient One that kept him from attacking outright.

"You have violated the natural order. Again."

Stephen took another breath and leaned into the weave. Reality hummed happily at him. The Time Stone brightened.

"I have not. The Time Stone decided to send us to the past. It isn't a violation." He kept the emotion out of his voice. Mordo wouldn't believe him. Even after Thanos and the unraveling of reality, he had been searching for a solution that didn't violate what he thought was the natural order. It had been futile.

"The Time Stone can't act independently."

He leaned harder into the weave. Time thrummed around him, the focus of its power centering on Mordo. Unwind, unravel, reset.

"Do not," Stephen snapped at it, reaching out to hold the stone. The earlier shaking had reduced to the typical tremors. The Time Stone warmed against his palm, easing some of the ache.

"Adjust time again and that rip in reality opens up again. It's not fully integrated back in yet." The weave was weaker there. It would take a while to strengthen, but it would happen quickly. Time wasn't the universe's only anchor anymore.

[mianmimi]

Broken Clocks by SZA gives me MCU-616 Strordo vibes tbh. Mostly because of this: "Been about three years since I dated you/Why you still talking 'bout me like we together?/I moved on for the better/You moved on to whoever" MCU-616 Stephen sounds like a bitter ex when he talks shit about his Mordo ngl 🤭

Ohhh dear Nonny. This is another song I never heard before and wowowowowow. Thank you for introducing this to me! It made me feel weirdly nostalgic and sad about camping in the summer and all those memories.

And you’re right! It definitely gave the vibe that the song is from Mordo’s pov. Just how it talks about having no time but also being stuck in a cycle and being so tired, physically and emotionally, and yet trying to be better 😭

Mordo’s breakup list is probably something to behold to be honest. Put those tunes on blast baby! Let’s hear them feels.

[stxphxn-strange]

Mordo: do you love me?

Villain!Stephen: i told you only partly, i only love my shrimp and my tony, I’m sorry

[phierie]

star-crossed

@stephenstrangebingo prompt ‘stars’. OKAY SO bear with me on this one but that prompt made me think of the song Stars from les mis which kinda gives me strordo vibes, so, here we are with a stupidly self-indulgent les mis-inspired AU or something along those lines

[walkingthroughfire-a]

It seems he takes little convincing. Good, otherwise she'd have to pull out all of the stops and she doubts he'd like that very much. But after he'd comply and that's what matters.

"First, we get you out of your grave." she replies and with the wave of her hand, due to the Darkhold, she has more magic than she ever thought possible. It's easy to just lift him up and place him in front of her face to face. "Easy peasy!" her tone very song like. "Then, we get rid of this." she taps on the wrist band but she lifts a finger. "However - if you try to do anything against me after I take it off, you will lose your ... hand? Or head? No no, need your head because I still need you, but you wouldn't need your hand now would you ?"

And she is the kind of woman to make good on her threat, if her blackened fingertips are any indication.

" We agree that all universes are in trouble as long as Stephen Strange breathes in any one of them. We must do those universes a favor and be rid of him. We may also need to get rid of his Cassandras because she is just as powerful in some universes and we cannot risk anything." she holds up her finger, and bounces it along her words as she speaks them.

"We take care of him and a few others in all the universes. The universes are then safe. You will be praised. Because credit will be yours, I don't like big deals on my name. Modesty, always be modest mother used to say.." she shakes her head. "Mother..silly woman..." she mutters but she clears her throat.

"You want to save all the universes, don't you ? Have them sing praises of 'Mordo, the savior' ? " Appeal to his ego, that desire to prove himself. Save everyone because he played by the rules.

He gets what he wants. She gets what she wants. Win/Win. Lose for Stephen. Perfect!

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍    to  the  cuff  around  his  wrist  when  she  mentions  it  and  with  that  reminding  him  of  how  Stephen  outplayed  him  in  a  moment  when  Mordo  was  too  blinded  by  his  greed  —  HIS  NEED  to  kill  him.  Wondering  now  why  he  gave  him  so  much  space  in  the  first  place.  Why  he  didn't  just  eliminate  him  when  he  was  unconscious  and  took  him  to  the  Illuminati  instead.  No  one  would  have  had  to  know.  

A  scoff  comes  from  him  at  her  remarks, shaking his head,  not  deigning a look at  her  because  it  feels  more  like  she's  mocking  him  than  anything  else.  Her  tone,  her  way  with  words  is  filled  with  madness.  But  the  more  she  talks,  the  more  it  begins  to  boil  inside  him.  The  hatred,  the  loathing  makes  his  skin  burn.  He  grinds  his  teeth  together,  the  muscles  in  his  jaw  visibly  moving  before  he  slowly  swings  his  gaze  back  up  to  her  as  she  mentions  that  he  deserves  better,  turning  to  look  at  her  fully  with  a  raised  chin.  "  What  do  you  suggest  ?  "

[getlostsquidward]

Goodnight My Love

Stephen Strange x Variant!Reader

A/N: Title and overall vibe of the fic is from this song, also did a twist on that infamous line.

Summary: Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having.

Warnings: Multiverse of Madness spoilers, dialogues from the movie. Angst.

“They’re not coming back, and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends.”

Something crossed Stephen’s mind.

“Not that it ever bothered you before. You know, you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, ‘my brother’, you hated me here,” Stephen taunts, hoping that Mordo loses his cool, and fall for his bait. “You must have been so jealous. You know what, I think you were thrilled when you heard I’ve been corrupted– hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

“You know nothing about this universe!” Mordo pointed a finger at him. “I don’t even know what the hell Y/N has seen in you. You’re so full of yourself and she–”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange is your ticket to getting to Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. And it’s so you can have Y/N, isn’t it? Even this universe’s you had feelings for her. Turns out I was right all along.”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t know how hard it is for her to accept that you betrayed her and your–”

Maybe. That was actually one thing they can agree with, but hearing it from someone else, especially from him– leaves a bad taste in Stephen’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Master Mordo.”

Stephen became alert at the sound of the newcomer’s all-too-familiar voice. He stayed rooted in his spot, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After all, he’s gone through in a short span of time– traveling through the multiverse; meeting variants of himself, Christine, Mordo–he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready to see your face after all these years. Or more accurately, he was scared of the surge of emotions that will run through him at the sight of you.

The sound of calculated footsteps echoed in the room, even that was so undeniably Y/N’s.

Stephen’s breath hitched. A lump on his throat formed even though he really wants to say something, anything.

“Can you give us a minute, Master Mordo?”

“Are you sure? He’s dangerous–”

“Please.”

Mordo hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of you so busy staring at each other. Wordlessly, he made his way out of the room.

“I believe they’ve told you what happened to our Stephen.”

Straight to the point, he thought. “Yes.”

Y/N’s blank face faltered, her mask shredding revealing her emotions. The tears in her eyes had started falling.

“I knew I could never get mad at you even after you did what you did. And I know that you’re not– you’re not my Stephen, and it’s not you who betrayed us, but seeing you now just confirmed it.”

Her hands reached out to cup Stephen’s face but stopped before even doing so. Y/N’s hand is trembling.

She clutched her fist, and punched Stephen’s chest, devoid of a force to it. It isn’t Y/N’s intention to hurt him, after all.

As soon as Stephen heard what his variant on this universe has done, he knew how grim it was, but he never thought of how it had affected your variant. After all, he didn’t know what the two of you were in this universe.

In his own, back home, you were lovers, but not quite– Stephen had always danced around his feelings for you, always took one step forward, three steps back. A girl could only take so much, and that had driven you away from him, for good. You had even relinquished your post as a Master of the New York Sanctum, leaving him behind with “Be happy, Stephen.”

“I know this isn’t the time to ask this, but what are we in your universe?”

“We… we loved each other. But I pushed you away.”

Y/N chuckled. “I guess that’s what every Stephen has in common.”

Stephen smiled at the sound of her laughter.

“There’s just one thing that I regret, you know?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?”

Y/N looked down, and took a deep breath before saying, “That you weren’t able to see your son.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. Setting aside the fact that he heard her not use “my” or “our” Stephen like how she did earlier, what Y/N had just said has left him dumbfounded.

“We have a… son,” he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N.

He still can’t process the new information. He couldn’t imagine himself having a child– a family, and not long ago he just uttered the words “This is why I never had kids” and now here he is, faced with the reality that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, he has a child.

Y/N stood there watching him visibly have an existential crisis, taking a bit of humor from it.

“Pretty surprising, isn’t it? It’s not very Stephen-like. I bet you didn’t imagine– or plan to have a child yourself.”

“Yup,” he answered, popping the p. “If it’s not too much to ask… did I know?”

“Yes, we were expecting, but then Thanos happened. And… you know the rest.”

“Are we…” Stephen trailed off, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest.

“Married?”

Y/N took the necklace hidden in her robes, showing Stephen the golden band. “A small ceremony in Kamar-Taj. Wong officiated,” she smiled in nostalgia, but her eyes were gloomy, longing.

“I guess I was a bit less of a coward in this universe,” Stephen whispered.

“I don’t know about that.”

--

Stephen reached for Y/N as he came back in his own body. “You alright?”

“It’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“Is America okay?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“She’s on her way here to get us.”

Y/N sighed in relief. “And Wanda?”

Stephen shook his head, “No.”

The two of them turned to look at the Darkhold near them when it emitted a red light, similar to Wanda’s. They stood up as they watch it burn into thin air. Stephen then realized that Wanda did the right thing, destroying the Darkhold in every universe.

The darkness in the Sanctum clears out, the specks of matter colliding with each other disappearing.

“What’s your universe like?” Y/N queried, curious, but full of wonder.

“It’s very beautiful.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, thinking if there’s a universe where they’re all happy. All three of them, together. As sorcerers, or as non-superpowered humans living a normal domestic life, anything.

“I wish I could show you.”

“I’d really like that… But I have to go, our– my son is waiting for me.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Stephen sighed. He knows what your answer would be, but one could hope, right? “And I know I’m not in the right place to say this, but I suddenly felt the need to defend myself–him, I mean. Your Stephen. This is just a theory, but I think he did what he did would be best for the child. He wanted his kid to live in a safer world, so if being corrupted by the Darkhold and getting the book of Vishanti to defeat Thanos, if betraying the Illuminati was the key, it didn’t matter what the consequences are once he opened the door. That's why he accepted his demise wholeheartedly.”

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, one person crossed his mind. Tony.

He said once that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. Now he truly understood what that meant.

Y/N pondered Stephen’s notion. “I didn’t tell him who his father was. All he knows is your first name. Stephen.”

And it’s as if the multiverse was toying with her, the child developed an admiration towards the Earth’s mightiest hero, Doctor Stephen Strange, who saved the world against Thanos. He would always visit Doctor Strange’s statue on his way to school.

When asked why, he said that “Mister doctor has the same name as my dad. I bet dad was as cool as him too!”

“He is. His dad is cool,” Stephen smirked playfully. “Or maybe I’m just being biased.”

A glowing silver light appeared, indicating that America had found them.

“Are you happy?” Y/N asked, staring at the star-shaped portal America made.

Your voice had echoed in his mind. ‘Be happy.’ He’s tired of dancing around, he’s tired of running from his fears. “No, I’m not,” Stephen faced Y/N, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I will be. And you will.”

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning against Stephen’s touch. A lone tear escapes her eyes. “I’m holding on to that, Stephen.”

The sorcerer cupped Y/N’s face and pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. A promise.

“So long, Stephen,” she smiled as they broke away. This smile has been different from the ones she had shown earlier. This one was more, genuine.

Stephen went over to the other side of the portal, but America wasn’t closing it yet– she feels that there was still something that Y/N wants to say, so she waited.

“Thank you for letting me say goodbye, my love.”

Goodnight my love

Know I love you

Someday in time, I'll get to hold you

Inside my arms, it's long overdue

Goodbye, my love, I'll see you soon

--

Stephen walked along the busy street of Greenwich Village; hands buried in his pockets. He looked up at the statue dedicated to his variant. Most people only passed by, but one person had stood beside him.

He didn’t need to look to know who it was. They both spent some quiet time around, neither one speaking until Stephen asked. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Vincent... You?”

A very few people had known of his middle name.

The kid looked up at Stephen, a spitting image of his face staring back at him.

The child’s eyes widened a fraction, but he doesn’t seem so surprised. “I’ve seen you before. I always see my mom talking to your picture, when she thinks I can’t see her,” the boy paused, clutching the strap of his backpack. “You don’t have a beard in those pictures, though. But… you’re my dad, aren’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel proud. Smart kid. “Yes.”

Vincent mumbled a faint “knew it” but the sorcerer heard him. “Hi, Dad,” he greeted, his voice small, almost shy.

Dad.

Technically speaking, he wasn’t the father of this kid, but a warm and fluttery feeling flooded his chest. It feels nice.

Stephen carried the child, placing him atop his shoulders.

“You ready?”

Vincent nodded eagerly, and Stephen could already see how bright and beautiful his smile was, just like his mother’s.

After several laps of running and chasing around the park, along with Stephen showing off his magic, when tiredness has finally caught on to the kid.

“Do you want to go home?” Stephen murmured, seeing Vincent yawning and his eyes drooping.

“Mm-hmm.”

Heavy footsteps running down the stairs can be heard from the kitchen, its bearer wasting no time to reach the other person in the house.

“Baby, didn’t I tell you not to run down and up the stairs? You might trip and fall, then I’m going to have to take you to the doctors,” Y/N reminded. “You hate doctors, don’t you?”

“But mom!!! I saw dad, in my dreams,” Vincent said excitedly, his blue eyes twinkling, full of emotions.

Y/N’s heart soared, both for herself and Vincent. Stephen did hold on to his promise, and it makes her so euphoric she could burst into tears right now.

She kneeled to pat the boy’s head. “Really? Did he say something?”

“Dad said he loves us… he loves us in every universe.”

–

tags: @s1xthirty @apricxtt @pianogirl2121

[ironstrange1991]

Intoxicated

+18 Smut

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A specific task at work causes the reader to spend the afternoon working with Stephen which leads to a certain disagreement and with her being punished in a different way.

Word Count: 3,6k

Warnings: A bit of angst, toxic behavior, narcissistic behavior, exhibitionism, smoking, slight bondage (magic rope), male and female masturbation, p in v, creampie.

A/N: I used the plot of this fic to delve a little deeper into Supreme Strange's personality. He is unbearably cocky and arrogant but I hope you enjoy reading him as much as I love writing him. Also this was the song that inspired this fic

It was just another ordinary day at the Baxter Institute. Ultron robots were helping your father carry materials for the expansion of his new laboratory and that filled your heart with a nostalgic feeling. He was working in some new armor even more powerful than the last one. You still remembered that at first when he started working on the Mark II after being kidnapped by terrorists he worked from home, turning the basement of the Malibu Mansion into an advanced workshop full of new creations.

Sometimes you would go back to your bed, other times you would sleep on the sofa he purposely placed there for you. However, after he built the Stark Tower in NY and created the Institute with Xavier and Stephen he went to work there and you moved to the Tower. Those nights became just part of your memories.

God you missed that house. You loved that place, you loved the smell of metal mixed with the loud classic rock music and the sound of him hammering those armor pieces.  

You remembered that sometimes you would lose sleep in the middle of the night and find him there working. You used to make hot chocolate for the two of you, or brought two cans of soda if it was hot and you would spend the rest of the night talking.

That afternoon you were following your father's orders, trying and failing to come up with a magic containment device, basically handcuffs for sorcerers. It was something Stephen suggested at one of the Illuminati meetings to calm Mordo who was obsessed with the idea that there were too many sorcerers and little way to contain them.

You thought it was all unnecessary and you were quite annoyed when your father gave you the task as he had better things to do of course. The only good part of working on it was that you were spending most of the day with Stephen, after all you needed to know if it was working and the best way to test it was with the closest sorcerer who happened to be your arrogant boyfriend.

"That's ridiculous" You said annoyed when he again managed to free himself from the handcuffs with a wry smile on his lips that made you want to punch him in the face.

"No, it's not ridiculous, you just need to find the exact amount of magical material to use without rendering the sorcerer, me in this case, unconscious."

The magical material he was referring to was the Nisanti sands which you carefully dispensed into a small glass vessel attached to the handcuffs. You removed his handcuffs and went back to open the tiny little flask depositing more sand with the help of a microscope.

Stephen approached you hugging you from behind "I love watching you work, honey. You look so serious in your lab coat, looking through the microscope. It makes me completely horny, do you know that?"

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" You sighed in annoyance when he fidgeted with your arm causing you to drop more sand in the small flask than you would have liked "Stephen.. I'm working!"

He chuckled and released you sitting on top of the counter you were working on. You shot him an irritated look. You also thought he was incredibly sexy in a lab coat, normal blue robes and sneakers. Not that you didn't like his sorcerer clothes, but that way he looked more human and less like a magical being, almost divine as you saw him when he wore his blue Sorcerer Supreme robes and his majestic blue cloak.

"Why didn't your father do that? I bet he didn't want to spend so much time with me. He's been avoiding me since we told him we're dating."

You closed the little glass jar and remounted the handcuffs "Or he's just too excited about his own projects and has nothing to do with you." You said moving away from the microscope. He nodded, holding out both hands for you to put on the cuffs. "Not everything has to be about you Stephen Strange" He smirked "Sorry but I find this hard to believe."

He sighed, getting up from the counter and moving his hands again properly now, using all his strength. The green sand inside the glass seemed to glow, he staggered and you grabbed his arms "Hey Stephen, are you ok?"

You closed the cuffs and he moved his fingers normally as he always did for magic, but this time nothing happened. He groaned insisting and you smiled satisfied "It seems to work" You stated.  He raised an eyebrow "And you seem to like it more than you should. Come on, take this from me." You chuckled standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips "I'm just celebrating the result of my work. Come on, try harder Stephen, an evil wizard won't give up so easily."

He frowned and you were quick to apologize “I mean sorcerer”

He supported his body weight on you shaking his head and looking at you a little surprised "How much of that sand did you use?" You frowned "More than I intended." You took off his handcuffs and he took a deep breath "It works" He stated.

You agreed pulling a chair for him to sit down "It works" You repeated stroking his face and checking if he was ok "Are you ok?" He nodded pushing you away from him "I'm fine, finish your work" He replied rudely.

You sighed heavily putting away the things that were on the counter. Stephen was too proud to give up his tough sorcerer pose and you knew that even if you was just doing your job he was going to make you pay for what you did to him in some not-so-subtle way.

"Should I call Mordo and say it worked or do you want to run some more tests?" You asked coldly, disguising the way his attitude hurted you.

He shook his head negatively "No more testing. If it's strong enough for me, it should serve Mordo's purposes" You nodded taking your cell phone from your pocket and calling the Master who answered promptly. You agreed that he would fetch the handcuffs the next day, you had plans to make it a little more interesting before handing it over to its proper purpose, but any idea that had crossed your mind quickly dissipated when you realized that Stephen would never give up control to make it work.

"If you don't mind Stephen, I have work to do now." You said walking away and sitting at your desk determined to finish the reports you promised to deliver to Reed by the end of the week. He raised an eyebrow realizing he was being dismissed.

"I upset you" He said getting up slowly and you struggled not to take your eyes off your computer screen. "Honey I'm sorry, I was a little surprised at the effect the sand had on me, that's all." You sighed staring at him without bothering to try to hide your angry expression "You need to learn to control your temper Stephen. I'm not obligated to accept being treated this way" He walked around your desk and positioned himself behind your chair, both hands massaging your shoulders "I know, you're right. I'm sorry."

You sighed in frustration, your body reacting to his touch as it always did. "I need to work now, I need to deliver this paperwork to Reed by Friday…" He placed both thumbs on the back of your neck massaging in circular motions and you interrupted what you were saying with a low moan. "It's good, isn't it?" He asked teasing you. You nodded.

"What if we take the rest of the day off? Tomorrow I'll help you finish whatever you have to do."

You vehemently denied "I need to finish this..." He interrupted what you were saying by forcing your head to the side and arranging your neck for him and placed an open mouth kiss on the area just below your ear "Please" He kissed again and continued kissing the entire length of your neck making your skin crawl "Please" He repeated with his baritone voice that drove you crazy.

"I promise you won't regret it" You moaned louder now as he moved his hand down your chest touching your breast over the fabric of your shirt and kissed the back of your neck and your head obediently lolled to the side revealing the other side of your neck to him. There was no use in resisting, he always won in the end. "Promise you'll improve your behavior, Stephen." He hummed in your ear and bit your earlobe "I already apologized honey"

You shook your head "You always say sorry and then do it again. You know it hurts me" He shushed you and raised his hand from your breast to your face and turned your chair so you were looking at him and lowered himself to kiss your lips "I love you y/n I know I'm not easy to deal with but you know I love you don't you?"

You nodded surrendering "I love you too Stephen." He smiled, that cocky sideways smile that make your heart race and fill your stomach with butterflies "Okay, so get your stuff and let's go home" He said authoritatively giving a quick kiss on your lips, but you cupped his face in your hands kissing him properly without realizing your father had walked into your office. He  cleared his throat so you would notice his presence.

Stephen stepped away "Stark" he greeted in an arrogant and mocking tone of voice. You turned to face your father, totally embarrassed. "Is everything okay, Dad? Do you need something?" He crossed his arms, not bothering to hide his displeasure at the scene he'd just witnessed.

 "I came to check on the progress of the work, but it seems you already finished." You got up going to him and opened the drawer where you kept the handcuffs and handed it to his hands "It works. Stephen tested it and it's ready to use. Mordo will pick it up tomorrow morning" He agreed throwing an unfriendly look at Stephen who seemed to be amused. "Fine, I won't bother you anymore." He returned the handcuffs to your hand and left before you could say anything. You sighed putting the cuffs back into the drawer.

"Your father is an idiot." You glared at Stephen angrily "Why do you think he doesn't like you Stephen? Does it have something to do with your behavior?" He smirked "It’s probably because I stole his little girl and I have no intention of given you back."

He walked towards you and wrapped you around your waist kissing your lips "Forget about him, let's go home" You frowned "Home?" He shrugged, "You spend more time in the Sanctum with me than you do in the Tower and I bet there are more of your clothes in my closet than in your apartment." You touched his face, caressing the smooth skin of his freshly shaved face "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"

He smirked "I know, but I'm irresistible." You sighed pulling away and taking off your lab coat and reaching for your purse "You'll never change Stephen." He chuckled opening the portal to the Sanctum and the two of you walked through it.

…

"You are such a baby sometimes, honey" Stephen said as you wrapped your arms around him and tried to kiss him "I said no touching remember?" You sighed in defeat as he moved his fingers and your hands were tied to the headboard with a rope of blue magic. You hit your head on the headboard huffing in rage "You promised you wouldn't use magic" He laughed getting up from the bed "I lied."

He got rid of the sneakers he was wearing and the top of his work robe, leaving only the pants that hung far below his waistline leaving his v line visible You bit your lower lip and he smiled satisfied "Do you like what you see? I haven't even started yet, honey"

A frustrated growl escaped your lips "You are a narcissistic bastard" You spat out the words and he widened his smile "Guilty"

He slowly lowered his pants kicking them away and was only in his white boxers, his cock was visible through the fabric, it was hard and positioned to the side. God, he was big and you could feel your body reacting to that sight, your panties totally soaked with your lubrication. He grabbed his length through the fabric teasing you and you moaned, a shameless loud moan "And you are a dirty little thing, did you know that?" You shook your head biting your lip "Yeah? You wanna see it? You wanna watch while I stroke my cock? You know I like to be watched, it turns me on so much"

You impatiently groaned "Please, do it for me. I wanna see it." He smirked pulling down his boxers and kicking them away, his cock was fully erect and he held it in his hand stroking it slowly.

 "You're so big, it feels so good when you are inside of me"

He chuckled walking over to the nightstand drawer and picking up a small bottle of lube. "You say those things honey, then you complain I'm egotistical." You moaned watching him position himself standing at the foot of the bed and pour a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his cock. He threw the glass onto the bed and began to stroke his cock slowly first and then increasing the speed, the wet noise of it filling the silence and making you impossibly horny. He groaned loudly, his eyes fixed on yours. “How do you prefer, slowly or fast?’’

"Fast.” You quickly responded “My god, Stephen, you look so good" He grinned, a beautiful and cocky grin, his hand going to the base and then to the tip circling the head slowly, he wasn't in a hurry, he wanted to put on a show for you. "Look how hard I am for you, honey. Watch what you do to me" He increased the force and speed with which he stroked his cock and groaned moving the fingers of his other hand and stripping away your clothes leaving you totally naked.

"Open your legs for me, let me see that pretty pussy" You obeyed, opening your legs outrageously for him. He bit his lips hissing seeing your glistening pussy totally wet with your slick, his hands jerking his cock hard and steady "Such a nice pussy you have, it matches my big cock perfectly don’t you think?" You moaned trying to free yourself from the magic bonds "Stephen please..."

"Tsk tsk, no honey, keep your eyes on me, you said you wanted to watch, you'll watch and just watch. This isn't for you, this is for me." You whimpered pulling your hands trying to get free and he tsked again dramatically.

"I'm going to let go of one hand, but you're going to behave, do you hear me?" You nodded obediently. He moved his fingers and one of the bonds dissolved, disappearing into thin air "Okay honey, touch yourself for me" You reached down to between your legs, but he tsked again "Not yet, touch your tits first" You obeyed, at that point you would do anything he told you to. He hummed satisfied  as you licked your fingers bringing the saliva to your nipple and circling it letting it harden and then cupped your breast in your hand squeezing it.

His hand moved so fast on his cock, the wet sounds was so obscene "You have such nice tits, y/n, I love that. Now rub your clit for me, show me how much you need me"

You gladly obeyed, groaning as soon as you got some friction, your hips moving against your hand and your moans getting louder and louder. "That’s it honey look at me, keep your eyes in my cock, look how nice and wet it is, how big and hard it is. Do you think you deserve it?" You hummed whimpering feeling your entire body shake "Don't you dare cum before me, I didn't authorize it."

You slowed down the movements of your fingers, bringing them down and dipping two of them inside your wet and aching core. "Fuck honey, it feels so good isn't it? Tell me how much you want my cock, tell me how much you want me, I need to hear it."

You licked your lips "I need you Stephen, I love your big cock, you have such a nice cock, please fuck me, I am begging you."

He raised one eyebrow "Oh you're gonna beg"

You nodded.

He stopped the hand movements and spat on his cock rubbing the saliva along the entire length and went back to stroke himself "Beg for it, beg or I won't give it to you"

You moved your fingers inside you faster fingering yourself "Please Stephen, please I need you. I need your cock, I am nothing without you, only you can make me cum, I am yours, let me please you, let me be your whore"

He groaned loudly stroking himself impossibly hard getting carried away by your words "I am sorry honey..." He groaned loud and a load of his cum spurted on the mattress "oh fuck... keep looking honey, eyes on me.. . oh god"

His semen ran through his fingers and even though he had just come his cock didn't fully relax. He chuckled seeing your angry face and running the back of his hand across his forehead catching a bead of sweat that dripped. "Don't be mad, you know I have a few more rounds to give you"

He conjured a tissue and cleaned himself then winked at you and crossed the room taking a cigarette from the pack and lit it dragging and blowing the smoke slowly knowing full well that your eyes were locked on him. He sat down in the farthest armchair and snapped his fingers freeing your other hand.

"Be a good girl and give me a show, I want to see you cum" You huffed angrily, but gave in to the urge to seek your own climax. You took your index and middle fingers to your mouth and sucked them pornographically making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth and brought them to your entrance rubbing the saliva there and finally penetrating your aching pussy, you moaned softly, moving your hips as your fingers moved in and out, your eyes closing in pleasure.

"Keep your eyes on me, honey" Stephen said, a malicious smirk on his lips, he took another drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a moment and letting it out through his nostrils with a satisfied sigh.

You were close, so close that your legs were shaking, your body begging for well-deserved relief. You ran your fingers up to your clit rubbing it, your eyes locked on Stephen's oceanic eyes. You bit your lower lip containing your moans and he tsked annoyed "Come on honey, don't hold it back, you can be a lot louder than that. Give it to me"

You moaned louder obeying his instructions knowing that even your orgasm wasnt for you, Stephen wanted everything for himself, he made everything about himself and you couldn't fight him because you didn't want to win, not when losing was so pleasurable.

Your moans got louder and your breathing more ragged, your legs shaking as your fingers worked faster and faster until they stopped and you screamed Stephen's name, your climax snapping inside of you. Your eyes went shut, your head hanging back and from your lips only oaths of love and sweet praises came out like prayers.

You were too lost in your high to notice Stephen approaching, noticing only when he was already in bed pulling your legs and making you lie with your back on the mattress the weight of his body making your legs open so he fit between them.

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you, his tongue penetrating your mouth, the taste of cigarette on your tongue was intoxicating and you gasped when without warning he entered you thrusting so hard you saw stars. He didn't let go of your lips for even a second, his thrusts didn't falter or lessen even for a moment and your hands grip the sheets to keep you aware of something earthly as you felt yourself touching the sky as he pounded against you. .

"Stephen...you're going to make me come again" He groaned claiming your bottom lip, sucking it, one of his hands gripping yours intertwining his fingers in yours "Do it, do it now" He pounded you with absurd roughness and you groaned when it exploded inside you, your pussy squeezing him so hard dragging him to his own climax. He lowered his lips to your chin placing open mouthed kisses and kept going down, he bit your neck grunting as he thrusted his cum deep inside you, marking you as his.

"Fuck Stephen... I love you"

He grabbed your chin making you look at him, his eyes were like fire "You are mine and always will be" You nodded and he kissed you passionately and rolled onto your side pulling you to his chest caressing the side of your arm "I need you, I need you by my side, I can't live if you're not with me and it scares me" He confessed.

You smiled touching his face "This is love Stephen. You're discovering that it's possible to love someone other than yourself ." He nervously chuckled "I love you so much more than I love myself honey. I would do anything for you. I would die for you" You kissed his lips softly “What makes you think i wouldn't do the same?”

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