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blood-and-winter-buckynat · 1 year

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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.

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rmoonstoner · 1 year

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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.

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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 · 29 days

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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.

#doctor strange #mywork #apparently I have become one of those people whose OCs travel the multiverses of pop culture

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stxphxn-strange · 5 years

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Mordo: do you love me?

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

#fuck drake but i needed the song for a meme #villain!stephen strange #tony stark #incorrect ironstrange #ironstrange #shrimp gremlin villain!stephen #karl mordo #god’s plan

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phierie · 5 years

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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

#stephenstrangebingo #strordo #doctor strange #Stephen Strange #Dr Strange #Karl Mordo #baron mordo #cw blood #cw injury #marvel #my art #Fanart #it's a les mis au so someone had to die........ sorry stephen #i also rec the song javert's suicide especially #works so well for them but also...... a big sad #does this mean mordo is essentially javert in this au??? WELL. i guess so huh #illust

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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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.”

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#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x reader #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #dsmom spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers #benedict cumberbatch x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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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.

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"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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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 🤭

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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.

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Come to Your Senses (Strange x Reader) - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Stay.

Song Inspiration

Request?: YES (for @jamiethenerdymonster)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.0k+

Warnings: MAJOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS!! Infrequent language, some suggestive content this chapter, Mordo being a little whiny baby (because why not)

Summary: To say Mordo was the last person Stephen was thrilled to see would be an understatement. As he and America consult with the emerald sorcerer for assistance on their adventure, Stephen gets a little more than he bargained for. (gif by Tenor - link in sources)

“You know him?” America asked as she stepped closer to Stephen’s side.

“Yeah.” Stephen nodded. “Mordo. He was actually the first guy who let me into Kamar-Taj a few years ago.”

“Oh!” America smiled. “That’s great!”

“Yeah, and then he snapped and dedicated his life trying to kill me.”

“Oh.” There was a period of silence as the young multiversal traveller turned her attention to the figure standing across from them. “Great.”

Like the statue next to him, this version of Mordo had some similarities to his counterpart in your universe. He was dressed entirely in a deep forest green and gold outfit, similar to that of the God of Mischief. He still wore the Vaulting Boots of Valtor, one of the first mystical relics Stephen had come into contact with during his few months at Kamar Taj. A green cloak now draped across his shoulders, too. However, the most dramatic difference this Mordo had to his multiversal counterpart was his hair. Unlike the traitor Stephen had needed to fight years ago, his hair grew out in thick braided strands that ended just above the small of his back.

As Mordo drew nearer to Stephen and America, the elder sorcerer subtly stepped in front of the girl. It was a simple act of protection, but her safety was his primary concern.

“I always suspected this day would come,” Mordo said as he approached.

“You did?” Stephen tilted his head, raising his hands ever so slightly in case of a surprise attack. Just because it was a new universe, it didn’t mean his enemy would end up not…being…his enemy again.

“Yes.” Mordo clasped his hands in front of him. “Because you always suspected this day would come.” A soft sigh escaped him followed by a sad smile. “My brother.”

Needless to say, if there was one thing Stephen Strange didn’t expect to be doing today, it was getting a hug from Mordo. “Alright,” Stephen drawled out, awkwardly placing his hands on the other sorcerer’s back.

“Come in,” Mordo said as he leaned away, “and tell me all about your universe.”

While he walked away, Stephen turned to shrug at America. She looked just as surprised as he felt on the inside. How much of this world was going to be turned upside down? “You go on red,” he remarked halfheartedly before following Mordo into the Sanctum.

In hindsight, Stephen knew it probably wasn’t the best to trust the man in green. Even in a new universe, there was always a hint of danger to Mordo. As they sat in the living room of this Sanctum, Stephen felt a chill run down his spine as he lifted a cup of tea to his lips. The liquid had a much more bitter flavour than he was accustomed to in the past. Though not unwelcome, it took him a period of time to adjust to the taste.

“We have a Darkhold in this universe, too,” Mordo explained after hearing their journey. “I guard it here in this Sanctum. We would never risk a weapon as dangerous as the Darkhold to fall into the wrong hands.”

“Damn right,” Stephen blew on his tea before taking another sip, silently willing himself to not make a face at the taste once again.

“But if your Darkhold is anything like ours,” Mordo continued. “I’m afraid she can do much worse than just summon monsters to come after you here.”

“What do you mean?” America asked with a frown.

As Mordo began to explain the importance of dreamwalking and its effects upon a person’s reality, Stephen felt his eyelids beginning to droop. Had he really gotten that little sleep last night after that nightmare which technically wasn’t a nightmare? He lifted a hand to his temple and rubbed a gentle circle against the skin he found there. When did he start getting headaches?

“W-what do you know about the Book of the Vishanti?” he asked Mordo, mentally cursing at his unintentional stutter.

“The Darkhold’s antithesis?” The sorcerer opposite him tilted his head with a slightly friendly smile. “It can give a sorcerer whatever power they need to vanquish their enemy.

Stephen nodded and attempted to get up. That proved to be a big mistake. The room around him began to spin and his head felt stuffy. It was almost worse than the one time you had convinced him to order a series of tequila shots the night before a big exam – something he vowed to never do again. “I need your help to get me to it,” he said with slurred speech.

“I’m sorry, Stephen,” Mordo said with a stare. “But I hope you, of all people, understand that it is not Wanda Maximoff who threatens our reality. It’s the two of you.”

The spinning grew worse and before long it was difficult for Stephen to even stand on two feet. He watched helplessly as America flopped unconscious against the armchair she was seated in. He staggered a bit, eyes glaring daggers at Mordo. “You son of a bitch,” he slurred. In his mind, he heard your voice begging him to fight it, reminding him of his true strength. He tried to, really he did. But the feeling soon overcame him and he landed backwards to see the Sands of Nisanti in an hourglass.

“She’s coming…” The words escaped Stephen’s lips as he allowed his eyes to close.

As crazy as it was, Stephen could have sworn he heard your voice angrier than he ever heard it before. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“It is what our Stephen would have wanted us to do.”

“This isn’t our Stephen. This is madness, why can’t we just…”

That was the last he heard as the darkness consumed him entirely.

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“Stephen…” he heard your voice call out to him in the darkness. “Oh, Stephen…”

A low groan sounded in his throat as Stephen turned on his side. He lifted a hand in the air and waved it lazily. Wherever he was, he was finally in a comfortable position and felt like he could lie there for hours. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that five minutes ago, silly.” There was a soft poking at his side. “Come on, we didn’t come all this way to stay in the hotel room.”

“I thought that was what a honeymoon was for.” Stephen smirked with his eyes still closed. “Staying in bed all day.”

There was a brief pause. “Okay, fine,” you relented. “But you’re using the bed for the wrong reasons.”

“Would you like me to change those reasons?”

Another pause. “Maybe?” your timid voice caused him to sit up and stretch, hands reaching for your own. There was a clinking of metal as your left hand intertwined with his own. It was a sound he could get used to hearing every morning.

“Is that hesitation I sense, Mrs. Strange?” Another smug smirk wormed its way onto his facial features. “You sure weren’t hesitating a few hours ago. In fact, you were rather sure about what you wanted.” A playful whack against his shoulders caused Stephen to laugh.

“Stephen,” you whined. “Can we please go explore? I mean, it’s not every day we can explore Greece.”

“Technically-”

“Without magic?” You tugged at his arm gently. “Come on, come on, let’s go.”

The light shone in through the window, bringing a bright glow to your face. It highlighted all of the best parts of you in Stephen’s opinion. Your smile was as dazzling as ever, hair cascading down your back, still curled from the extensions you had put in for the wedding. His gaze flickered to the floor where your wedding dress still hung, surprisingly undamaged from your previous night’s activities. For the first time in his life, Stephen truly felt happy. He could get used to seeing you beside him, feeling your skin against his own.

A smile illuminated your face even more as you leaned closer to capture his lips with your own. The sensation was like heaven. It was like the softest texture against his face and he couldn’t help but reach up to cradle your cheeks in his shaking hands. His eyelids slipped shut as he pulled you closer, eager for more direct contact. As the moment stretched on, Stephen heard a knock on the door.

“It’s probably room service,” you mumbled against his lips. “I ordered breakfast for us.”

Stephen grunted and pulled you closer in response. “They can come back later.” He was in far too much bliss to let you go now. Your kiss was like getting drunk on the finest wine he’s ever had in his life. He never wanted it to end.

Yet the knocking transformed into banging. From the other side of the door, Stephen heard the muffled sound of someone calling his name. They sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. “Stephen,” they called. “Stephen get up.”

A sigh escaped your lips as he began an attack on your neck with his lips. He was determined to get to know every inch of you and wasn’t about to let whoever was behind that door prevent him from doing so. What surprised him was you leaning away from his touch, eyes staring directly into his own. “You need to go play hero,” you said softly, “don’t you?”

“I could stay here,” came his dutiful response.

“As much as I love you and want you to stay, I know I have to share you with the rest of the world. So-”

“Say that again,” he requested, eyes wide.

“I have to share you with the rest of the world?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“No,” he pleaded gently. “The other thing. The first thing you just said.”

A look of realisation spread against your facial features. A soft ‘o’ formed against your lips as you leaned closer to his ears. “I love you,” you whispered, lips curling into a smile. “Now, go be a hero, Doctor Strange.”

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The bright lights were blinding as Stephen awoke with a startled gasp. Foolishly, he spun his head around to rapidly search for you. What he found was a clear glass cage in an otherwise monotone grey and blue environment. Some kind of lab, he mused to himself. His hands were restricted by a pair of silver and green cuffs, the familiar glittering reminding Stephen of the hourglass of sand he noticed shortly before passing out earlier.

Oddly enough, that wasn’t the part of the situation that was bothering him. It was the fact he was dreaming about you which was causing him the most confusion. Not only were you with him in his dream, you were in the same bed. You were his wife. If what he had learned during the last day had any truth to it, somewhere in the multiverse the two of you were married…

…and he didn’t hate the thought of it, not in the slightest.

“Hey!” America’s voice shouted as the thudding returned. It was her Stephen’s consciousness had heard in his dream. Her frustration was easily recognizable as her fist made continuous contact with the glass. When she noticed he was awake, she tossed her hands up to Stephen and shook her head. “This universe sucks!”

The elder sorcerer attempted to free himself from the cuffs, but it was to no avail. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two lab coat outfitted individuals having a hushed conversation across from his containment unit. “Hey!” he shouted, taking a moment to ram against the glass himself. “Hey, lab coat! Where the hell are we?

Look, I don’t know who you are or what you think you’re trying to do here, but these situations don’t usually work well for nameless scientists. So just- ” Stephen trailed off when one of the scientists turned around to reveal a very redheaded version of Christine Palmer. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that he was allowing himself to be in love with her anymore, because in truth he wasn’t. The only reason he had dragged you along to that wedding was to let her go once and for all. He allowed himself to silently stare for a moment before breathing out a single word: “Christine?”

“Hello Stephen,” she replied, a tight smile on her lips.

“Ay dios,” America murmured from her cell. Stephen was pretty sure she murmured something else under her breath in Spanish, but he honestly couldn’t tell what. Not that it mattered anyway.

“Ms. Chavez,” Christine-But-Not-Christine replied with a slight nod. “To answer your question, you are in a highly secure research facility. The two of you, along with your sentient cloak, are here for surveillance and testing.”

“Uh, I’m, uh, I’m sorry,” Stephen winced at his stuttering. “Testing?”

“Well yes. You’re visitors from another universe. Your magnetic signatures could be radioactive. You could be carrying diseases we just don’t have treatments for. Hence these amazing polycarbonate fishbowls.”

“I assume I have you to thank for…these, then?” Stephen held out his restrained wrists and moved them in a circle.

“Ah, yes.” This Christine nodded and walked closer to the glass. “I developed those from the Nisanti, one of 838-Stephen’s magical relics.”

“838 Stephen…” He couldn’t help but to chuckle. “What is that, some kind of cyborg version of me?”

“No. 838 is this universe’s version of Stephen Strange. Your universe has been designated as 616.” Christine walked over to the monitors near his cell and brought up a series of images. “It’s fascinating. Your injuries are similar, but there are still a variety of differences between them.”

“What…were we in this universe?” Stephen hadn’t meant for the question to slip out. His curiosity got the best of him.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“Were we together…here? In this universe.”

When Christine didn’t answer, Stephen gave a sigh and rubbed his chin. “Listen, someone from my universe is coming. And she is going to rip this place apart atom by atom until she gets her hands on that girl,” Stephen said. “So I don’t care if you’re from the Avengers or SHIELD.”

“We’re neither,” Mordo’s voice echoed from the hallway, followed by the sound of mechanical movement. When Stephen turned to look at the other sorcerer, he noticed he was accompanied by a series of silver mechanical robots. “Stephen Strange, the Illuminati will see you now.”

“...the Illumiwhat-y?”

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Meeting the Illuminati was one thing for Stephen. It was certainly unexpected, but he had hoped for more. The knock-off version of the Avengers certainly knew how to make things interesting with a series of dramatic reveals. That was something Stephen couldn’t argue. Although, he still couldn’t shake the thought they were all a little too sure of themselves. When he had first met the Avengers almost six years ago, Stephen could tell they were still working through their own challenges. This team before him almost seemed confident of their successes and were more than ready to send him to his death.

“Stephen,” the figure of Reed Richards stated from his seat. “Your arrival here confuses and destabilises this reality. The larger the footprint you leave behind, the greater the risk of an Incursion.”

“Incursion?” Stephen questioned.

“An Incursion occurs when the boundary between two universes erodes and they collide, destroying one or both universes entirely.”

“Your Alternate self created the Illuminati,” Captain Carter supplied in her English accent. “To make the difficult decisions that no one else could. Today we’re here to determine what to do with you…and the child.”

“So before we vote.” Captain Marvel lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “If you got anything serious to say, now’s the time.”

“Yeah, I do,” Stephen shifted his weight from foot to foot. The pain in his hands grew stronger the more time he was prevented from using magic. It had been a while since he had felt like this, but for America’s sake, he needed to power through it. “If it’s Incursions you’re worried about, do you seriously think I’m a bigger threat than the Scarlet Witch?”

“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to dreamwalk,” the cosmic hero said with a confident air.

“No, no you cannot.” Stephen stated. “Not unless you give me the Book of Vishanti.”

“We appreciate your concern, Stephen, but it’s not the Scarlet Witch we fear,” Reed tried to explain. “In our experience, the greatest danger to the multiverse, it turns out, is Doctor Strange.”

That caused the sorcerer to freeze in confusion. “Wait, your Doctor Strange? Earth’s Mightiest Hero who died defeating Thanos?”

Before anything else can be said, there was a slamming sound of a door being pushed open followed by aggressive footsteps. A figure stomped through the shadows, fabric billowing out from behind them in their haste. The moment they stepped into the light, Stephen almost forgot how to breathe.

Suddenly you were there. You stood in front of him in a radiant blue and silver attire, this universe’s Cloak of Levitation hovering around your shoulder. At your sides, your brown leather wrapped hands clenched into fists as you paid him no mind. Your gaze was focused intently on Reed and his English companion.

“How dare you call a meeting in order without me?!” you exclaimed, obviously enraged.

“Mordo warned us of your reaction to the use of the Sands-” Captain Carter attempted to diffuse the situation, but was cut off by you holding up a hand.

“So you use this as an excuse to exclude me from the proceedings?! You’re lucky that I’ve even provided you access to this location.” Without another word you walked over to an empty seat and sat down with crossed arms. “He doesn’t even know what happened.”

“The young sorcerer is correct,” a voice echoed throughout the chamber. A moment later, a large yellow motorised wheelchair made its way behind the other members’ chairs before coming to a stop in the open space. Seated inside was an elderly man with sharp eyes that appeared to pierce right through Stephen’s soul. “We should tell him the truth.”

“May I present our final two members,” Mordo said after clearing his throat. “Professor Charles Xavier and Master Strange, Sorcerer Supreme.”

A chill ran down Stephen’s spine as your eyes locked onto his. “That’s not how our Stephen died.”

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Author's note: Alright, you little maniacs. I thought I had some more time to get my posts scheduled out here, but what did you do? You doubled the number of interactions for the challenge in three days. *tsks* I think I need to make things a bit harder this time. If we can get 200 interactions by Wednesday, you'll get the next chapter released earlier than Friday (yes, you got an extra chapter this week. When you get it, though, is entirely up to you ;)). I want to see a healthy number of reblogs this week, please!! It's rewarding to me as an author!

As for this chapter, I freaking loved writing that dream sequence. I knew the second I rewatched MoM, this scene needed to be written. It just had to. I am super excited for you to meet this variant version of the reader in 838. She was super fun to write for and her interactions with other characters are just...they're great. Not to mention, she's a Strange? *smirk*

If you enjoyed this chapter, make sure to leave a comment and a reblog down below! If you have a friend you think would enjoy this story, tag them in the comments, too! What do you think is going to happen next?

Until next time, my lovely little maniacs sparks!

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Alice Ward

Basics

Full Name: Alice Ward

Nicknames: Master Ward, Ward

Age: 28 in Doctor Strange

Sexual Orientation: Biromantic Asexual

Appearance

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Purple

Hair Color: Brown

Hairstyle: Worn however she feels at the time, more often than not it is worn straight or in messy ponytails

Makeup: Minimal eye makeup when she feels like it (spoiler alert: not very often)

Build: Slim, lean muscled arms and runners legs

Height: 5’6”

Style: Her sorcery outfit is brown pants and boots with a purple sleeveless tunic with a sashlike belt. When she is a civilian she wears t-shirts under flannels.

Personality

General Personality: Snarky, Chaotic, Quick witted

Strengths: Determined, Focused, Strategic

Flaws: Stubborn, Hot-Tempered, Easily Bored

Habits and Mannerisms: She puts her feet up on tables when sitting; She’ll turn herself invisible and pull pranks on Kamar-Taj students; Sits by windows when it rains; Communicates through her eyes sometimes

Secrets: She has depression, it’s what she went to Kamar-Taj for, not all wounds are physical. When Strange arrives at Kamar-Taj, The Ancient One, Wong and Mordo are the only ones who know

Regrets: She regrets the car accident that killed her parents. They had been coming to an event at her school, it was a rainy night, she should have told them not to come. She feels like, since they were coming to see her, that it’s her fault.

Skills/Talents: Battle magic, conjuring weapons; Stealth; Painting; Piano; Meditation; Hand to Hand combat

Likes: Blankets, rainy windows, being a nuisance

Dislikes: Zealots, being underestimated, responsibility

Sense of Humor: Snarky comments and pranks

Guilty Pleasure: Listening to sad songs, she finds something therapeutic to it

Defining Moment: Choosing to stay at Kamar-Taj after The Ancient One helps her heal

Relationships

Friends: The Ancient One, Mordo, Wong, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, MJ, May Parker

Family: Melissa Ward (Mother, Deceased), Alexander Ward (Father, Deceased)

Enemies: Kaicelius and his zealots, Thanos, Spiderman villains from other dimensions, Wanda Maximoff (unhappily)

Lovers: Stephen Strange (eventually)

Relationship Status: Single

Reputation: Childish, sure, but she can pack one hell of a punch

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: Sanctum Sanctorum, New York City

Collections: Books on combat specific magic, blankets and pillows, mugs; She has a relic, the Diaphanous Gloves of Dishani, that allow the wearer to turn invisible

Accent: American, North

Voice: Kind and playful

Signature Quote: “I read the rules before I break them.”

Song: TBD

Backstory

Alice Ward was a fairly happy child. She had parents who loved her and she loved them. She was a smart kid who did well in school, leaning more towards the arts than anything else. One day, however, tragedy strikes in the form of a car accident.

Unable to properly process the grief she experiences, Alice finds herself going to many therapists and doctors, nothing seems to really work for her. Along the way she hears about Kamar-Taj and finds her way out there.

The Ancient One takes her in, helping her work through her grief and depression to heal her non-physical wounds as best as she can. Alice begins smiling again, she pulls harmless pranks on other people, she laughs again.

A gifted student of Kamar-Taj, the choice is hers, leave or stay and she choses to help others as she had been helped before.

It’s when Dr. Stephen Strange arrives that things become a little more interesting

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 4 years

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MCU Magic Users

Doctor Strange: I use magic to protect the universe since that's my job as the Sorcerer Supreme

Wong: I also use my magic to protect the universe.

Nico Minoru: I use magic to protect my friends from our evil, cultist parents

Baron Mordo: I use my magic to take away other people's magic!

Wanda Maximoff: I use my magic to battle my foes as a member of the Avengers. Also, to keep my dead husband alive, but that's a whole other issue.

Agatha Harkness: I use my magic to recreate old TV shows in order to trap a grieving woman in a perfect, fake reality where she gets her husband back and twins! I also use my magic to give myself an opening theme song and to live out my leading actress dreams!

Scott Lang: I use magic to entertain my daughter-yes, Doctor Strange, this is real magic. Don't look at me like that!

Jimmy Woo: I agree with Scott, we count as magic users!

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Weekend Top Ten #540

Top Ten Gruesome Disney Villain Deaths

Here’s the thing about Disney animations: they’re proper nasty. No, seriously; they’re all about young people who suffer enormous hardship and bereavement. They’re full of betrayal and murder and scenes of abject horror. Nobody dies in Pinocchio, but a bunch of kids are mutated into donkeys and the main character’s dad is eaten by a whale. Lilo and Stitch? Dead parents. Lady and the Tramp? Killer rat. Dumbo? Racism. See? Darkness shrouds the House of Mouse.

One of the ways the films are surprisingly grisly is the manner in which the villains are dispatched. I’ve written before about great Disney villains and their penchants for great musical numbers, but another common connection is that the films end with them being bumped off. It’s not universal – sometimes they’re just deported (Frozen), arrested (Pocahontas), or, well, appear to suffer no punishment at all (Cinderella). And, of course, there is the depressing modern trend for Disney movies to not have a villain at all, something that doesn’t appear to be changing in Strange World (which, from the teaser at least, appears to be one of the “non-musical adventure” films, sadly denying us yet again a proper Disney Villain Song).

Anyway, it’s not enough that the baddies frequently die, but they also have a tendency to die horribly. These are kids films that, alright, don’t feature fountains of gore, but still go to some nasty places. Immolation, dismemberment, damnation, and lots and lots of falling off tall things. Seriously, Disney villains don’t half fall off things. I could have had several more here. So that’s this list: a celebration of the macabre and the gruesome, the violent and the extreme. From body horror to, well, actual eldritch horror, Walt Disney Animation Studios really runs the gamut. And this is the company that gets called saccharine, sappy, and soft! Nobody’s soul is dragged to hell in My Neighbour Totoro. Although, to be fair, there is an extended sequence where you’re lead to believe a toddler may have drowned, so I guess that’s nasty enough.

Right, here we go. Parental guidance is advised. Ten best Disney deaths.

Ripped to pieces by a pack of hyenas (Scar, The Lion King, 1994): Scar is spared by Simba but, in his own hubris, ends up falling into a pit full of hyenas – the same hyenas he’d just thrown under a bus to save his own skin. The hyenas pounce on him, and as we see from a shadow cast by flickering flames, proceed to tear him apart and devour him. Think about this: he’s literally ripped apart and eaten alive. I know he killed James Earl Jones, but that’s still horrible.

Hit by train and explodes (Sykes, Oliver & Company, 1988): in an underrated and largely forgotten film, small-time mob boss Sykes ends up chasing our heroes (a bunch of dogs, mostly) down a subway track, his demonic and imposing car riding the rails like a train. But, wouldn’t you know, there’s a train coming the other way, and poor old Sykes drives right into it, his car exploding. There’s nothing to imply wider casualties, but this is a brutal end to a villain, like something out of a Bruce Willis movie.

Literally dragged to hell (Dr. Facilier, The Princess and the Frog, 2009): Dr. Facilier is dealing with dark magic, his “friends on the other side”, promising them souls and all sorts to satisfy their demonic urges. When his plan fails the bill comes due, as Mordo would say (from Doctor Strange, keep up!), and these freaky voodoo dolls and tribal masks come to life, dragging Facilier screaming into a grave, his fingers gouging channels in the ground as he tries to get away. He fails. That’s dark.

Hanged by vines (Clayton, Tarzan, 1999): Clayton is another villain undone by hubris, trying to kill Tarzan despite our hero warning him of the dangers of the jungle. He ends up falling from a great height (of course), hanging himself in some vines and presumably breaking his neck. Nasty enough, of course, but the animation really oversells it, the vines going taught as he falls, the shadow of Clayton’s body illuminated by flashes of lightning, his limp feet swaying in the breeze. Quite grisly, all told.

Falls off cliff then crushed to death by a boulder (The Wicked Queen, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, 1937): after seemingly killing Snow White, the evil Queen – still in her haggard old woman disguise – is chased through a stormy forest and up a cliff by the dwarfs. Attempting to crush them with a huge boulder, providence intervenes when her outcropping is struck by lightning and she tumbles to her death, the boulder and huge chunks of the cliff-face falling after her. As if to solidify the whole thing, two nasty-looking vultures then wheel their way down to feast on what remains. So this was how Disney’s first film ended: seven blokes chasing an old woman to her death, after which she’s eaten by birds.

Falls into pool of molten lead (Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, 1996): Once again we have a confrontation up on top of something, once again we have a villain hubristically, vengefully lunging for one final kill instead of just escaping. And the gargoyle he’s resting on crumbles, its face contorting demonically, before filthy old Frollo plumets into a pool of molten lead, the damning implications of which are pretty heavily signposted throughout the film. Again, I will say: he literally falls into molten lead and is burned alive.

Stabbed through the chest by a boat (Ursula, The Little Mermaid, 1989): there’s not really anything poetic about this one, nor is there really any kind of hubristic overreach. Ursula seems victorious until sexy Prince Eric sails a shipwreck from the bottom of the ocean and plunges its broken prow straight into the Sea Witch’s chest. Really, it’s just how visceral and nasty it is, as Ursula flails her tentacles and slowly succumbs.

Ages rapidly, falls from a window, then crumbles to dust (Mother Gothel, Tangled, 2010): yet again – yet again! – we have a Disney villain falling to their death, although here I’d argue she was dead before she hit the ground. The magic that kept Gothel youthful dissipates, so she ages like that guy from Last Crusade, before – and I think this bit is often overlooked – cute li’l chameleon Pascal deliberately trips her up so she falls out the window to her death. Yes, she’s so far gone that by the time she reaches Earth she’s nought but dust, but all the same: murdered by a lizard.

Falls off Big Ben (Ratigan, The Great Mouse Detective, 1986): as we’ve discussed, the most common way for a Disney baddie to die is to fall off something tall – what we call the Reverse Tom Cruise – and I could have picked a few more here. But there’s something about this finale, a feral Ragitan chasing a dishevelled Basil round the clockwork innards and onto the face of Big Ben, that feels more visceral and, oddly, down-to-Earth. The fight is a brutal struggle, the climax of an action movie, before that final fall. Also just think how high this is for a mouse. He’d hit the ground like a water balloon full of passata.

Turned into a firework (Shan-Yu, Mulan, 1998): Shan-Yu is a nasty piece of work, one of the most violent and murderous Disney villains. Ultimately, however, he’s bested by Mulan in a thrilling rooftop battle, the climax of which is when he’s hit with a rocket that sends him flying through the air and into a tower of fireworks. All the fireworks go off in a tremendous explosion, no doubt scattering bits and pieces of Shan-Yu across a wide area as his charred and tattered remains are turned into a beautiful lightshow. Aw, this one was quite nice actually.

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