“True magic is neither black, nor white - it’s both because nature is both. Loving and cruel, all at the same time. The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. Life keeps a balance on its own. You understand?” - The Craft
Imagine being in the midst of your training at Kamar-Taj
when Doctor Stephen Strange shows up. The Ancient One asks you to take him
under your wing. You know you shouldn’t be attracted to someone as tragically flawed
and arrogant as him, and yet by some sick twist of fate, you seem to be perfect
for one another. How long can you really resist the attention he gives you?
Doctor Strange X Reader Romance
“We have a new student joining us today,” The Ancient One
announces calmly at the end of meditation. “Everyone, this is Mister Stephen
Strange,” she introduces.
A tall, slightly unkempt man steps forward and gives an
awkward wave. “It’s Doctor Stephen
Strange, actually,” he corrects. You can’t help but roll your eyes from the
back row. Greeeat, you think to
yourself. Another broken, pretentious
jerk to avoid.
“Y/N,” The Ancient One calls, startling you. “A word please.
The rest of you are free to go.”
With wide eyes, you obey, quickly scrambling to your feet
from your cross-legged position on the floor. “Yes Master?” you step forward
and inquire with respect.
“I’d like for Mister Strange to shadow you while he gets his
bearings,” she explains. “Show him around. Answer any questions he might have
to the best of your ability.”
You sneak a glance at the gentleman standing to your left. This should be fun, you think sarcastically,
eyeing him up and down. The last thing you needed was some fragile skeptic
looking to you for answers.
“I’ll do my best,” you say in the most convincing voice you
“Thank you, Y/N,” The Ancient One replies. “Oh, and- don’t
let him give you too much trouble,” she adds discreetly with a hint of amusement in her expression.
You force a smile and nod. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
[A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but it is just an intro. The coming chapters will be much longer. More soon, I promise!]
The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger Drive your son like a railroad spike Into the water, let it pull him under Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder Let that fever make the water rise And let the river run dry
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I took a knife and cut out her eye I took it home and watched it wither and die Well, she’s lucky that I didn’t slip her a smile That’s why she sleeps with one eye open That’s the price she paid I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I said, hey, girl with one eye I’ll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry
I’ve been working on a cocktail called “Grounds For Divorce”, whoa Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep, whoa Doubt comes in on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse, whoa There’s a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep There’s a hole in my neighbourhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall
Throw me in a landfill Don’t think about the consequences Throw me in the dirt pit Don’t think about the choices that you make Throw me in the water Don’t think about the splash I will create Leave me at the altar Knowing all the things you just escaped
Oh, vampire lake Where Dracula can teach you how to bite And you can walk across the land by moonlight And live eternally And it takes a bite on me Resurrect my body I said your neck looks good to me I want to reinvent your body
Holy water cannot help you now See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out Seven devils all around me Seven devils in my house See they were there when I woke up this morning I’ll be dead before the day is done
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Hey peeps! I decided to not only combine these two prompts, but also make this a continuation of Prompt #30: Outburst. This could be read as a stand-alone piece, but it might make more sense if you do follow the order :)
It was a year and a half since you were lucky enough to join the BAU,
and Garcia wanted to celebrate it with everyone. It was a happy coincidence
that it was also the weekend before Halloween, and she insisted that the entire
team and their loved ones went to the party in full costume.
Your sister and husband were in town along with your niece and
nephew, so you decided to ask them to join you for the celebration. Space wasn’t
an issue because you were going to have the party at Rossi’s; the more, the merrier, he had told you
when you asked him if you could, in fact, invite them.
The minute you arrived, you were engulfed by two tiny pairs of arms.
You had babysat Henry for JJ and Will a few times, either alone or along with Reid
and Garcia, and you adored him. And then, there was Jack. Technically, you hadn’t
babysat for Hotch, but he had asked you to come around his house a couple of
times for… friendly dinners. You and Jack had spent quite a few Sundays on
the Hotchner’s couch binge watching whatever it was that he was into at the
‘Auntie (Y/n)!’ Henry screamed as he charged towards you.
‘(Y/n)!’ Jack said a little quieter than his friend.
You got on your knees, not caring about your jeans one bit, and
hugged them with all your strength.
‘How are you, boys? Seriously, you both need to stop growing! Look
at you!’ you stood and put a hand on each of their heads to emphasise your
‘You’re short, auntie!’ Henry said laughing.
‘I’m not!’ you retorted as you tickled him.
You then introduced your family to everyone and chatted with the
team as the kids played around in Rossi’s backyard. As the adults were taking
turns to keep an eye on them, you went outside after a while, not realising
that Aaron was already there.
‘Hey, there,’ you greeted him again with a bigger smile this time,
happy to be able to spend some time alone with him.
‘(Y/n),’ he smiled back.
‘I didn’t know you were out here. You were hiding in the shadows
there, mister,’ you bumped your shoulder with his as you stood next to him,
each of you with a glass of wine in hand.
‘I wanted some peace and quiet,’ he said, and you agreed with a nod.
As much as you loved the people inside, they could sure get loud when tipsy. ‘You
were right: you and your sister look nothing like each other.’
‘Told you,’ you replied, before taking a sip of your glass. ‘I look
just like my father, while she takes after our mother. She got the better deal,
if you ask me.’
‘What?’ he turned to look at you, a confused expression adorning his
handsome features. He was really close to your face.
‘Well, I mean, look at her. Her face is practically perfect, whereas
I got this,’ you pointed at your face with your free hand. ‘I try to cover them
with make-up but, I do have quite a few scars, you know.’
‘It may not be my place to say this, but those scars only go to show
how much you’ve endured. You survived everything that was thrown your way. I personally
think that’s beautiful,’ he said his
little speech with a bit too much intensity for his liking. He needed to be more
careful in the future.
‘Hey, Jack,’ Henry’s voice interrupted your little moment. ‘Why do
you call auntie (Y/n) only by her name?’
‘Because when I started doing it, both my dad and (Y/n) told me that
it felt weird, so I stopped,’ the child shrugged, and they all continued
playing as if nothing had happened.
You looked at each other, not knowing what to say… You had told
Jack in private one afternoon when Aaron had gone out to buy groceries but, you
were unaware that Aaron had done the same thing.
‘Well…,’ he started saying.
‘This is awkward,’ you finished for him.
You both started laughing nervously, unable to control it.
‘Can we talk about this… later?’ he asked you, a glimmer of hope
in his eyes.
‘Absolutely. Later,’ you promised him and went inside, in need of a
Dinner was really fun, aside from the occasional eye contact between
Aaron and you. Either the team knew that your friendship had somehow turned
into something else these past few months, or you two were good at hiding the
current tension. Knowing them… it was probably the former.
After you dropped your family off at their hotel, you turned your
car around as you felt your heart start fluttering inside your chest. This is just like every other time I stayed
at his house, you said inside your head to try and calm yourself. It didn’t
work. You were painfully aware that this was different. This was either going
to take your relationship to a whole new level, or it was going to leave you heartbroken
and struggling to breathe. Perfect.
You texted Aaron to let him know that you were downstairs, so as not
to wake Jack up, and he buzzed you in. You tried to even your breathing out as you
made your way up in the lift, and were somewhat composed when you pushed his
apartment door –he always left it open for you. You walked in and found him
sitting at the kitchen table, two cups of coffee in the middle of it.
‘Hi,’ you said as you sat down and took a sip from your mug. Strong
with two spoonfuls of sugar, just the way you liked it. ‘Thank you.’
‘No problem,’ he smiled and copied your initiative.
‘Is Jack already in bed?’
‘Yes, I just tucked him in. He told me to wish you a good night,’
the sentiment melted your heart; you truly had grown to love that little guy.
‘He’s such a sweetheart,’ you smiled and looked down at your hands
as you held the mug a little too tightly.
‘Actually, you are,’ he
declared in a whisper, as he moved from the chair in front of you to the one
next to you. He took your right hand in his left one, and used the other one to
lift your chin since you were still focused on the mug. ‘(Y/n), I’m sorry if
what Jack said earlier made you uncomfortable in any way, I just-’
‘Aaron, please, if anything, I
should be the one apologising. I was probably way out of line when I told your son not to call me “auntie”. I
mean, who am I to-’
You couldn’t finish your thought because a pair of lips suddenly
landed on yours, and your brain pretty much short-circuited. You lost yourself
in the kiss and, soon enough, you opened your mouth to deepen it. He broke the
kiss due to lack of air, and you instinctively followed his lips, prompting a
smirk to appear on his face.
‘Sorry,’ he said breathily, his forehead resting on yours.
‘For not asking for your permission to do that,’ you smiled at his
‘So, ask me then.’
‘Isn’t it a little too late now?’ he laughed.
‘Do you want to be chivalrous or not?’ you challenged him.
‘Fine! Fine! (Y/n), can I kiss you?’ his smile may have been small,
but his eyes held so much emotion.
‘I don’t know, can you?’
laughed at your childish joke, until he silenced you again. You could sure get
used to that.
“OK, guys. Heads up before we leave the train. Mister Conductor says the Shadow is based on a copy machine, and likely can make duplicates of us. They won’t be able to enter the train without the pass, but if we get separated, we need to set up a password so we know who we’re dealing with. Naomi, your password is the level of your Cleric in the campaign. Kris, your password is “Mont Blanc.” Hana, your password is ‘My brother’s a dork.’ And my password will be ‘Golden Spike.’ OK?