there’s a picture in the kitchen of a boy Morgan doesn’t know.
in the picture, he’s standing next to her dad, and they’ve got their arms around each other. they seem so happy, but Dad seems so sad whenever he looks at it. it sits on a shelf next to other pictures of their family; her, Mom, Dad, Uncle Rhodey… so Morgan assumes he must be family too. He doesn’t look as old as Mom and Dad, so Morgan guesses that maybe he’s her brother.
there are little clues too; there are notes in the garage, on the dash of Dad’s car, stuck to the computer, all in handwriting she doesn’t recognize. there’s a box in the closet filled with a bunch of random stuff that her dad refuses to throw away, never touches.
she asked Dad about him, her brother, once. what his name is and when she can meet him. her father stumbles around the question, and eventually gets up and leaves to room, at a loss for words. later she could’ve sworn she heard him crying, and Dad never cried.
Post-Infinity War where Harley comes to find Tony after his family got dusted and meets a holographic AI of a boy.
or the AU where Tony makes an AI of Peter with a full body hologram as a coping mechanism and proceeds to be Harley's best friend (he wishes he could meet the real one)
the twist is that Tony built in a program where the AI will disappear and delete itself when Peter comes back. Tony says he's given up but Harley knows lies when he hears it
Okay, I’m looking for a fic concept that I cannot find anywhere & it’s driving me insane
Irondad spiderson au in which Tony does not know Peter is Spider-Man EXCEPT The Reveal happens post blip
It seems like a simple concept. There’s so many in which Tony doesn’t know. It happens in bio son AUs, real internship AUs, homeless Peter AUs, etc…
But I’ve never been able to find anything with a storyline of the reveal happening after everything else and it’s driving me insane
I’d even accept the reveal happening during the blip whether that be as it’s actually happening or Tony figures it out at some point during those five years or even when they’re on the spaceship
PLEASE HELP ME 🥺🙏😭
Sorry for the wait. It doesn’t seem like anyone knows any that fits this, which is surprising. But maybe some of these are close?
But Tony couldn’t remember the last time he actually had.
His world was one of glass and metal and gears, computers and holograms and artificial intelligence. Even when he went jogging with Pepper, he ran past the grass, he didn’t pay attention to it.
But somehow, after spending what he thought would be his last days stuck entirely in space, dark and cold and surrounded by metal—he found a whole new appreciation for the soft green grass spread around the cabin he got for Pepper, as far away from the metal and artificiality as possible.
“It’s softer than I remembered,” he said to Pepper, running a still-too-thin hand along the lawn and feeling the blades of grass tickle his palm, between his fingers.
Pepper leaned against his shoulder, nursing her glass of lemonade. Her hair was a warmer red in the sunlight. “So are you,” she said. “You’ve changed.”
The old Tony would have shrugged it off with a quip. The new Tony, older and sadder and wiser, simply put an arm around her waist, feeling a new appreciation for her too.
“Marry me,” he said quietly. “Today. No more waiting.”
She paused, then nodded. “No more waiting,” she agreed, and tipped back her head to kiss him.
i’m missing ironstrange when all the fics were post infinity war or endgame fix it fics and i got tumblr for them and there was the tony stark dick post that broke my dash… the supreme family
Hi, I'm looking for assistance finding a lost fanfiction. Any help would be appreciated while I remember the plot, I can't remember title and author. MCU Peter Parker.
- What if the other half dusted.
- Tony, May, Pepper dusted, Peter Orphaned again.
- Everyone in Tony's will was Dusted besides Harley Keener making Peter the sole Inheritor of SI.
- Peter basically kicks Fury out of the Compound
- Peter saves Wanda from Westview
- Nebula and Wanda become scary older sisters.
- Peter reveals he's spiderman
- Peter PROMISES to bring the dusted back and does so in 3 years.
- Fast tracks High School and College.
- Uses Stone particles and regrows them??
- Peter puts together the Next Gen Avengers (Harley, Shuri?, Kate, Yelena...)
- Completed Fic
- possibly AO3 or Fanfiction.net
Any help would be appreciated cause this is driving crazy not being able to find it!
Summary: Based off of "Burning House" by Cam. It's been five years since Stephen vanished in the Blip. Five years since he said he loved you, but you ignored him. It's a mistake that continues to haunt you. What happens when you receive an unexpected visitor at the door one day?
I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
The first thing you could hear was the sound of Stephen’s voice calling out your name. Only it didn’t sound like it usually did. It sounded strained and hoarse. He wasn’t gentle as he usually was, either. You had never heard him sound like this before. Usually your boyfriend was so confident and ready to save the day every time. Maybe he didn’t typically have a full plan by the time he needed to act, but he did whatever it took to make sure the job was done. Now, you could detect a layer of panic laced within his calls.
You attempted to open your mouth to shout, but your throat was prickly and tongue thick with mucus. The only sound to escape you was a series of dry coughs. Even your eyes weren’t much help. There was a dark haze covering your lids. Wherever you were, you had fooled your brain into thinking that they were permanently shut. You could, however, still make out sparse patches of light. A wave of heat washed over you as another coughing fit wracked your body. The smell of burnt and dry skin filled your nostrils, another unrecognisable scent making no real attempt to mask it. Everything in your body was starting to ache and you weren’t sure if you would even be able to move.
There was no sign of Stephen other than his voice faintly calling your name. In between his beckons, you could pick up on a nearby staticky sound; pops and crackles filled your ears. It almost sounded like paper as it was crumpled into a ball. Just like. . .
“Oh my god,” you nearly screamed as you scrambled to rub your eyes through the pain. You knew where you were now. The night before, you and Stephen had decided to spend time in the library studying from some of the ancient texts. You must have fallen asleep by the candlelight, which caused a fire to spread throughout the room. A room once filled with knowledge was now filled with ruin. Everywhere you looked, there were leather bound books set ablaze, encompassed in dancing red and orange flames. You couldn’t find Stephen anywhere. The smoke was quickly filling the room, your vision becoming cloudy from the grey clouds.
As you stumbled through the infernal room, you used Stephen’s name as a mantra. It was a reminder of what you needed to find. It also helped you remember that you were alive. “Stephen,” you called as you attempted to ignore the excruciating pain stemming from your leg. While in the process of getting up, you had tripped into a splintered bookshelf and pierced through the skin. You couldn’t focus on that now, though. Your concern was on one thing and one thing alone: Stephen’s safety. As you continued your trek, it took you a few moments to finally locate the missing Sorcerer Supreme.
I lay beside you and pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke
He was hard to see at first. Covered by debris, Stephen’s face was coated with blood from where he had been burned. His leg was caught under a shelf and you were pretty sure it wasn’t quite meant to bend out like that.
“Get me out of here,” he begged, lips twitching into a tight scowl. His breathing was shallow but rapid. It killed you to see him in so much pain. “You have to get me out of here.”
“I- I can’t,” you stuttered. “If I try to move that beam, you- you won’t make it.”
“I’m a doctor and a sorcerer.” Stephen tried to squirm out from under the shelf. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he fell back onto the ground. “I think I am more than capable of taking care of my leg.”
“That’s right, you’re a doctor. You can’t tell me you don’t see what I do.”
Your boyfriend went silent. There was a loud crack! as a beam in the ceiling was a glorious dinner for the hungry flames. “You need to go,” his pleas were barely above a whisper, but he knew you could hear him.
“No.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to listen to him. There was a part of you that wanted to grab your sling ring and go find help. Maybe you could have saved him. Yet here you were in the library, frozen in place with a death stare on your boyfriend. “I won’t leave you.”
“I can’t let you do that-”
Without another word, you launched yourself over his trapped form. Your eyes shut tightly as you clung to his ripped robes. Stephen’s heart was racing as he tried to push you away. His desperate pleas for you to run fell on deaf ears. You had made your decision and you weren’t going to back down.
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
“I’m not leaving you again,” you muttered as the flames began to swallow the two of you up. “I’m not leaving. . .
“I’m not making that mistake ever again.”
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I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
You shot up in your bed, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. For the last five years, you’ve been having the same dream. Sometimes the scene would switch up. Stephen would scream at you before you met your fiery end. Other times, he would hold you and mumble how you were insane for staying.
You couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped from your lips. Even though the dream wasn’t a new occurrence, you could never stop the feeling of total sadness that never failed to wash over you. Stephen had been gone for five years now and that final conversation continued to haunt you every day.
The last conversation you had with Stephen wasn’t a good one by any means. He would always badger you about your reckless behaviours, saying one day your actions could get you killed. You would always brush off his warnings. When you had begun offering your assistance to the world’s great defenders as merely an apprentice, your master was none too pleased. Being a defender of reality had a large cost – you knew that the minute you joined the Avengers. There was a risk of never coming back home with every battle, surveillance mission- hell, even training session- you took on. You knew that, as did Stephen.
When Thanos began his infiltration on Earth, you couldn’t just stand back and watch everyone else take on the fight. You were quick to follow the Sorcerer Supreme and Wong out into the streets, doing whatever you could to protect the sacred Time Stone. Stephen had scolded you for your recklessness, claiming you weren’t ready to take on such a threat. You still wouldn’t listen. You told him you weren’t a child and continued to pursue the battle. Calling upon your training from Stephen and the Ancient One, you were pleased to see you had generated some resistance for Squidward and Easter Island. However, that all changed the moment you were flung across the street and Stephen was slammed into the exterior of a building.
“Your powers are quaint,” Maw crooned as he piled bricks over your master’s body. “You must be popular with the children.” His hand reached for the Eye of Agamotto, which proved to be a painful mistake. You watched with a grin as the artefact burned into his palm. Stephen thought ahead, like always.
“It’s a simple spell but quite unbreakable,” you called from your position against a nearby car. It was hard to breathe as you clutched at your side. The impact of your body hitting the steel and fibreglass exterior must have broken a few ribs, at the very least, but there was no time to wallow in the pain.
“Then I’ll take it off his corpse.” Without another word, Stephen was flung from the siding and rolled across the blacktop toward your side.
“Are you okay?” your master gave you a once over before returning to his battle stance. “You’re injured.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” you assured him. That’s when you noticed the silver bands snaking their way around Stephen’s wrists. “Ste-” You had tried to warn him, but it was too late. By the time the first syllable escaped your lips, the bands already cut off his oxygen and caused his eyes to roll back into his head.
“NO!” you screamed as Stephen fell onto the ground. Your hands flung out to cast the Protection Spell of Parethis, hoping to provide some form of support for your mentor. The ground around you began to splinter as Maw lifted the asphalt and headed toward his ship. Both the Cloak of Levitation and Peter Parker attempted to help you in your quest to save Stephen. In the end, he was taken onto the foreign transportation vessel – with you and Peter right behind.
Little did you know that the decisions to follow would be the beginning of the end.
To say Stephen was annoyed would be an understatement. He was livid to see you approach him behind the Cloak when he finally came to. “What the hell were you thinking?” he just about shouted after you sent Maw into the depths of space. “Your abilities aren’t fully developed. You were injured. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you? Can’t you do anything right?!”
His words hurt worse than the excruciating sting of your cracked ribs. Ever since you arrived at the Sanctum, you had always looked up to Stephen- both literally and metaphorically. The six-foot-tall sorcerer was your inspiration. He went from being on the bottom after his car accident to transforming into the Sorcerer Supreme. You thought your relationship was at least amicable. Yet here he was, making you feel utterly insignificant.
“Well, so sorry that I actually cared about what happened to your arrogant ass, Mr. Perfect!” you retorted, not even caring about the concerned glances from Tony and Peter.
“Careful, Pete,” you could have sworn you heard Tony mutter. “Mom and Dad are fighting.”
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it,” Stephen said, clearly aggravated. “You just don’t have enough experience to be able to do something as challenging and complicated as this. I don’t want to see you-”
“See me what? Be weak? Pathetic? Inadequate?” You shook your head and tossed your hands in the air. “God, everything I’ve done during my training… I thought I was impressing you. You just want to treat me as a child. I thought you actually cared about building me up, not tearing me down.”
“I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he finished. “I do care-”
“Really? Because this sure is a shitty way to show how much you care-”
“Well, so sorry I love you,” The recycled air in the spaceship grew silent. You could almost hear the sound of a nearby star going into a supernova state in the atmosphere. Stephen’s blue-green eyes searched your gaze as the words left his lips. You almost wanted to laugh at how serious he seemed. It had to be a joke, right? He just insulted your skills and suddenly professed his undying love?
“Then I’m so sorry that I don’t love you.”
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I've been sleepwalking
Been wandering all night
Tryna take what's lost and broke
And make it right
You never had the chance to truly talk to Stephen after the argument. The alien ship you had previously hijacked was attacked shortly after by…other aliens? Well, more like two aliens and an 80’s-musical obsessed human hybrid. It was at that moment you realised there would be no going home. At least, not until you put an end to the Mad Titan’s plan.
Stephen had tried to talk to you several times before the battle, but you didn’t want to hear it. Even when he ran through millions of possible futures, you barely flashed concern for him. You had thrown yourself into the mission, waiting patiently for Thanos to arrive. In your mind, if the odds were fourteen million to one, you’d rather go down fighting for your world than wallow in emotion.
How you regretted it.
Once Thanos left after taking the Time Stone, you knew something wasn’t right. It had been too quiet. Your ragtag team of heroes were all injured. Nobody felt much like talking after what seemed to be a defeat. As you helped Tony tend to his stab wound, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Uh, excuse me,” Peter’s voice stumbled out your name. “I think maybe you should go over there and talk to Mister Strange. He doesn’t seem like he’s really…okay…”
“The kid’s right,” Tony winced as he shifted to stand back up. “Go talk to the doc. We’ll take it from here. See if we can find a way to round up the space idiots and head back.”
Risking a glance over at Stephen, your heart almost broke at the sight. He was altering his gaze between you and the debris-littered ground of Titan. The way he bounced on the balls of his feet indicated that he was impatiently waiting for you to approach him. He clearly had something to say.
Yet you still didn’t want to hear it. Instead, you made the choice to look for your missing sling rings. Somehow you had lost the artefacts during the long-winded battle. Looking back, you recognized just how selfish you were. You didn’t want to face your feelings; the conversation you knew that Stephen wanted to have with you was one you had been dreading. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for him. You just didn’t want to set yourself up to be torn down by him for doing something you knew would end up protecting the both of you.
Stephen hadn’t bothered to interrupt your search. He respected your privacy, which was something you were grateful for at that moment. You both knew what had occurred crossed some sort of unspoken line, but you weren’t sure how to take a step back. So you focused your energies on something equally important: saving the world. When your short search caused you to come up empty handed, you made the trek back to the group. The minute you reached Tony, your stomach dropped to the floor as Quill and his alien crew had faded out of existence.
“Tony, what’s happening?” you could barely get the words out, unable to comprehend the current events. “Where- where’s Stephen?”
Turning around just in time, you heard the Sorcerer Supreme softly call your name. His eyes locked onto yours. They softened with his sad smile. “There was no other way,” he whispered. “We’re in the endgame now.”
Then you watched the form of your friend and mentor begin to flake into the atmosphere. Like so many others, he had disappeared without a trace.
And he had left you all alone.
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“We can get them back.”
You shifted your weight from one foot to another. The brisk spring air sent a chill down the back of your shirt – a robin’s egg blue Columbia hoodie you had found stashed in the Sanctum. You pulled it closer in an attempt to both warm you up and provide a secure hiding spot. “No.”
“No?” the super soldier towering over you gave a deep frown. Steve glanced over to Natasha, who merely shrugged. You hadn’t seen the two of them in years, not since your return back to Earth in 2019...not since Thanos destroyed the stones and your last chance of getting everyone back. Much like yourself, the stress of the Blip had taken its toll on the founding members of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. “What do you mean no? You haven’t ever heard us out!”
“I don’t need to hear you out, Rogers. Whatever plan you think you might have won’t work.”
Steve’s frown only deepened as he took a step closer into the doorway of your flat. “You’re telling me that you don’t find it the least bit odd that Strange gave up the Time Stone-”
“Stephen gave up the Time Stone to save Stark’s life,” you interrupted. “That’s what we were trained to do, both as sorcerers and doctors. We were destined to lose to him. Fourteen million to one we would fail and guess what, Steve? We did. We have. They’re gone.” Tears threatened to fall against your cheeks and you fought the urge to wipe them away. “They’re gone and we can’t get them back.”
“He wants to come back,” Natasha’s voice was so quiet, you almost would have missed it. “Stephen wouldn’t have left you if he didn’t think he couldn’t come back.”
That was the last straw. You couldn’t stop the flow of the tears as they streamed down your cheeks. The taste of salt stung at your lips and tongue as you gasped for air between sobs. “He wouldn’t want to come back. Not to me.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Not after what I said.”
Your last conversation with Stephen played through your mind with every free moment you had. It hadn’t taken long since you returned home to realise your mistake. The absence of Stephen in the Sanctum had generated an emptiness in your heart. Suddenly, he wasn’t there to train with or discuss the best music to listen to during surgeries. You were surprised to learn you missed his constant nagging and over-protectiveness when you did something particularly reckless. You missed his elusive smile. You missed the faint hums he would do under his breath while studying in the library. Hell, you just missed him. Without even realising it, you had fallen in love with the Sorcerer Supreme. You had just been too late to claim your happy ending.
You had tried to distract yourself by taking on menial tasks around the Sanctum, taking on an additional shift at the hospital – anything that could take your mind off of Stephen. It was never enough. Even when you decided to start over in a flat in downtown London, you still couldn’t escape the thought of him. He consumed your thoughts during the day and haunted your dreams at night.
You couldn’t go back to that life knowing he wouldn’t be there. It didn’t faze you if others saw that as weak. You had a right to grieve, to start over. Why couldn’t anyone accept it? “I’m sorry,” you spoke softly, fingers toying with the strings of the hoodie, “but I can’t. It’s too much. Please, just…just go?”
As soon as you closed the door on the hopeful Avengers, you slid down to the ground to cry. You didn’t want to leave them alone, especially not after what you had all gone through together. It was selfish on your part. Everyone had been affected by the Blip, not just you. The Avengers welcomed you into their family and in their hour of need, you had just let them down. And it was all because you couldn’t come to terms with your own grief.
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I see you at a party and you look the same
The knock at your door later that day wasn’t entirely surprising. You had figured that it would be Natasha or Steve coming back to see if you had changed your mind (which you hadn’t). However, when you finally made your way to turn the knob, you received the shock of your life: you found yourself staring into a pair of blue-green eyes that you never thought you would see again. Stephen Strange was standing at your doorstep in the flesh, just as you remembered him. He hadn’t aged a day. There were a few cuts on his face, some with fresh trails of blood coming down his cheek.
“How- how did you-” You weren’t sure where that sentence was going. How did he find you? How did he disappear? How did he come back? Your mind was running a hundred miles a minute and you could feel it short circuiting.
“Wong told me I’d find you here,” he said, clearing his throat. His eyes searched your face, as though he was trying to gauge your reaction. Stephen gestured loosely to the hallway behind you. “Uh, it’s nice.”
You mumbled a thank you before stepping against the wall. “Would you want to come in?”
Wish that we could go back in time
I'd be the one you thought you'd find
To say it was awkward would be an understatement. Stephen’s blue robes and jittery Cloak of Levitation looked incredibly out of place in your modern minimalist flat. You put a kettle on and poured out two cups of tea with a touch of honey – just as Stephen liked it. As the two of you sat in awkward silence, you couldn’t help but steal a glance toward the sorcerer across from you.
“You have questions,” he remarked before taking a sip.
The questions flooded your mind. Why did you leave? Why did you say you loved me? Why did you come back? “One or two,” you murmured before taking a sip of your own.
Stephen gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement before the awkward silence returned. Even with him sitting right in front of you, it still didn’t feel real. You half expected to be dreaming. Surely the flat would explode into flames at any moment and you’d wake up in your bed, alone. It didn’t happen, though. You blinked a few times and he was still there. Sipping his tea. Staring up at you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s not an illusion,” he promised, almost as if sensing your thoughts. He held out his arm, hand still shaking as it always used to. “Go ahead.”
“What are we, seven?” you teased. “I’m not going to pinch you.” Another sip of tea and you glanced out the window before clearing your throat. “I’m surprised you decided to come here.”
Your statement took Stephen by surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because...of what happened last time we saw each other?”
“Oh.” Stephen’s eyes widened in recognition. “Oh. Right. I’m surprised you still remember that, since it’s been-“
“Five years, two weeks, and two days.” You mentally cursed yourself for showing your hand. Now he knew how often you thought about it. Mistakes always haunted you. You never liked knowing you failed. Not recognizing your feelings for Stephen sooner was one of those mistakes.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally.
You blinked in surprise. “What?”
“I said, ‘I’m sorry,’” Stephen took another sip of tea. “What I said to you. It was wrong. You...you just wanted to protect me. I...was too hard on you. I’ve always been.
“I just didn’t want to see you get hurt. The minute we met, I knew you were different. You have a potential, you can use your power for so much more. But you held back. You wanted to help people so much, you dove right in headfirst without wanting to continue your studies. I loved you too much to see you get hurt,” he paused to take a breath. “I guess I just didn’t realise you didn’t feel the same way.”
“I do.”
There was a crash as Stephen’s teacup fell to the ground. You watched as it shattered into a handful of pieces and sent tea spilling into your favourite rug. “I’m so sorry,” he apologised profusely. “I didn’t mean to- what did you just say?”
You could feel the blush creeping up your neck as you spoke. “I do feel the same way.” It was weird to hear the admission out loud. You had never really told anyone how you had felt about Stephen before, besides Natasha, the one and only person that allowed you to vent through sobs on many a late night at the Avengers compound. “I think I’ve always loved you, Stephen. It just…took me a while to understand it. When you were gone, I realised how much of an impact you had on my life. You’re cocky, arrogant, and stubborn as hell. You also just spilled tea on my favourite rug ten minutes after coming back from the dead…but damn it, Stephen Strange, I’m in love with you.”
Your heart swelled as a grin stretched across his face. “Not to sound cocky,” he said as he stood up in an attempt to be closer to you, “but it’s about time.”
When you lifted your eyebrow at the sorcerer questioningly, Stephen gave an embarrassed shrug. “The outcome of our battle with Thanos may not have been the only thing I looked for with the Time Stone.”
A disbelieving scoff escaped your lips as you left a resounding smack against his arm. “Stephen Strange!” you playfully scolded. “Wong told you to never use the Time Stone to look into the future unless it was absolutely necessary!”
“It was! I had to make sure we were going to be okay after I screwed things up.”
You shook your head. “You didn’t screw anything up, Stephen.”
“I ruined your favourite rug.” His gaze dropped to the floor where the tea was threatening to stain the pattern.
“I can buy a new rug,” you assured him as you got up to meet his stance. “But if you really want to make it up to me, there is something you can do.”
“Oh?” Stephen’s lips quirked into a smirk. “And what might that be?”
There was a brief moment of hesitation as you stood onto your toes to connect your lips. It wasn’t anything heated; in fact, it was rather delicate. The two of you delicately navigated through the new territory with ease.
"I'm still buying you a new rug," Stephen said before you pulled him into another kiss.
This one didn’t last for too long, but it helped to fully break the silence. Everything the two of you wanted to say but couldn’t was quickly translated. There were no more secrets and you finally got what you wanted in the end.
The nightmare was over. There would be no more fires, no more tears. Stephen was back and you could finally tell him how you felt. Maybe there would be a future for you both, a happy one you undoubtedly deserved. For the first time in five years, you could go to bed and know you’d sleep soundly because the minute you woke up, you wouldn’t be alone anymore.
Love isn't all that it seems
I may have done you wrong
But I'll stay here with you
'Til this dream is gone
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Author's Note: Well, lovely Anon, I hope I did your request justice. This took me quite a long time to get just right, but after I read your request, I heard this song and just knew it would be perfect for it. Once I got started...well, you can see the story took on a bit of a mind of its own. Hope you don't mind the length (:
In other news, I still have 5 days until I get to see Doctor Strange 2 (Multiverse of Madness) and I cannot wait. It's the first time I've really ventured out to the theaters to see a film, so it was fitting that Benedict's film would be the one I saw (his works really got me through the last two years!). As always, leave a like, a comment, a cheeky reblog...and maybe even a request, granted the request post is marked open. It really helps me out and gives me ideas for new fics to try. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!
