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150 with Defender Strange. 😁

Hi there! Thanks for sending in this prompt, it was nice to be able to write for Defender again after a long while. I’ve posted the request here, hope you enjoy reading! :>

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Hey folks, I am in packing hell, which means I want to do some writing sprints to distract me from packing. Send me a Strange variant (MCU/What If) and a fake dating prompt from this list and I’ll answer with a Strange x Reader snippet or some headcanons or a listicle or something (on topic). Cheers~

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Church of Bones Chapter 8 is up!

What it says on the package!

Find out what happened to you after [redacted] tried to murder you and also what Sinister Strange has been doing in your absence here on AO3.

Snippet from “Cranial Chorus”:

“You alright?” A man, the same man you had heard before, broke the silence.

Your heart skipped a beat, a confusing mix of both excitement and fear coiling in your stomach, at hearing— Strange’s voice. Except it wasn’t quite the same. There was no familiar raspiness from years of inhaling bone dust in this vigorous voice. This one was gentler, and you could immediately hear the difference between the sincerity in these two simple words and the fake saccharine tone that Strange — the other Strange — had used with you.  

“Is it over?” A woman whom you did not recognize asked, sounding a bit out of breath.

You inched closer, finding a spot from which to observe the scene while staying hidden in the shadows. Now you could clearly see the two people in the study. You kept your eyes and ears open for the third.  

“Yeah.”

The man was indeed Stephen Strange — or at least, a Stephen Strange. You had begun to doubt whether the multiverse had even been real, but now, seeing another version of the doctor, you could not help but start to believe again that at least this thing that Strange had told you about had been true.

This variant looked so similar and yet so strikingly different to your universe’s Strange. It wasn’t just his clothes — so much more vibrant in color — but also his entire demeanor. Even with the numerous scrapes and bruises on his face, his features were much less gaunt, his hair and beard showed evidence of regular cuts, and his expression was livelier. It couldn’t have possibly been the Strange that you knew, could it?

Enjoy! If you like the chapter, please don’t forget to comment! And a reminder that my asks are always open (anon asks as well) if you want to chat about any of my fics. Cheers!

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Hey - for the For the Fanfiction WIP Guessing Game question: do either of the words "warm" or "smirk" appear in your writing?? :)

DING DING DING YOU HIT THE JACKPOT

The word warm appears 6 times and smirk — 7 times, in just this chapter (I am not going to count how many smirks are in the entire WIP because the answer is going to be “too many for me to not be embarrassed to post the number” lmao).

Here are some of my favorite excerpts with those two words, plus a two-for-one (because of course) from Sinister Strange’s chapter in Welcome Home, Heart. Thank you for the ask! <3

Victor scoffed. “Worth something… your word and reputation will not be currency enough for the Council. Why do you think Alan even cares this much about it all? It’s not out of warm brotherly affection for me. It’s because I am a liability to him. As soon as I do something that upsets the Council, they will have leverage on the Sorcerer Supreme. He wants to prevent that, to preserve the position’s independence from the Council. And conversely, it is not in their interest to give me up as a puppet and hostage.”

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“Second,” he continued without waiting for you to respond. “Your premise is flawed because we have different strengths and specialize in different types of magic, so it makes no sense for you to compare us. You are an incredibly smart and resourceful sorcerer in your own right. Besides.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You never sacrificed your soul to a bloody book in order to run an experiment that had failed every single time for the past millennia. So you are arguably a much wiser one, too.”

Wait, was that— a compliment?

———

You turned to look at the person whose shoulder had become your headrest, immediately making eye contact with Victor.

“What are you doing, Ori?” He asked with a lopsided smirk, sharp crinkles digging into his youthful skin, his hair recently cut short in time for the Kamar-Taj examinations. “You can’t fall asleep during practice.”

“Just a few minutes,” you mumbled as your eyes fluttered shut. The two of you always practiced in the late afternoons, and the warm sunlight filtering in through sheer curtains in the drawing room of Domus Temporis never failed to make you doze off. You felt warm now too — but you wondered why you could not see outside at all.

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For the Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game: freedom

Thanks for the ask! Interestingly, in all six chapters of my WIP, freedom does not appear a single time. So I looked for free instead. Feel free to request another word if you’d like!

This is from Sinister Strange’s chapter in Welcome Home Heart (Sinister goes by Victor, Defender by Alan).

“You don’t need to stop on my account,” he said, his smile soft and encouraging and not at all like the smirk that you had anticipated.

“It’s okay, it’s just something I’ve been learning in my free time.”

“How long has it been since you even took piano lessons?”

“By Vishanti, years. I stopped around the time— around the time when you stopped taking them.” Which was right before the Calamity. You had continued taking piano lessons for a little while after, but it just didn’t feel the same without Victor there. So you had stopped. You hadn’t been able to put yourself in front of a piano until the two of you had reconciled properly at Alan’s Accolade.

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Haha I had this up to send you something for the fanfic word find when I got yours, thank you! Your words are:

Any iteration of tear, and brief

Thank you for the ask! :> I didn’t have brief but I did have briefly in my current WIP chapter. These are both from an unpublished Doctor Strange x Reader fanfic, from a chapter with Sinister Strange (yes his name is Victor in this, just roll with it):

You had expected Victor to tear right into your words, calling you delusional for thinking the way that you did — but instead he chose to assuage your fears and to acknowledge the pain that you must have felt then, too.

[…]

“At the end of the day, what matters is your own happiness. And if you’re going to be miserable helping out with the collection at Kamar-Taj, why put yourself through that? Don’t you think you’ve already done enough suffering?”

“Perhaps… but—“ You thought you saw his eyes flicker briefly to your joined hands. “—sometimes I do still wonder how much happiness I deserve.”

I just learned that I use the word tear (like the crying kind) way to often ahaha—

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Good gods, I should have availed myself of hidden collections on AO3 eons ago. I can feel my mental health improving already.

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Was working on a Beyblade fic this evening for the Beymas 2022 event that @parfaitkiwi is organizing and I feel like my crops have been watered and my depression has been cured. Hope the draft still looks good tomorrow, but overall I am excited to share it with the BeyFam! 💙