#doctor strange angst

[ironstrange1991]

His Medicine

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen has a nightmare and when he wakes up he seeks comfort in your arms.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT: Possessive sex, oral sex with male and female receiving, deep throat, fingering, unprotected p n v sex, hair pulling, creampie, cum eating, slight male domination. A bit of angst if you dig too much.

A/N: I was missing writing the good and classic smut with og Stephen so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a good reading. - Any typos or grammar mistakes you see in this, pretend you didn't ;)

You woke up to the movement of Stephen tossing and turning next to you in bed. Your first impression was that he was irritated at not being able to sleep, after all you knew that Stephen had been struggling with insomnia since the accident. Before, he used to sleep really well, according to him.

You closed your eyes again to try to go back to sleep, but he continued tossing and turning in bed so, sighing, you turned on the lamp to finally look at him. It was then that you noticed that he was sleeping, but his body was sweaty under the blanket and he seemed to be struggling against something invisible. You had never seen Stephen have nightmares like that and for a second you wondered if you should wake him up, but before you could make the decision he sat up abruptly on the bed gasping for air and running his hands over his face.

"Stephen..." You sat next to him, touching his shoulder lightly so as not to scare him.

He held your hand tightly and sighed heavily.

"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare."

He nodded. "I haven't had one of these in a long time." He confessed, his voice shaking a bit. "Christ, it was like being there again."

You put your arm around his shoulders and to your surprise, he laid his head on your shoulder seeking comfort. Stephen was extremely affectionate with you, but it was always the other way around, it was always you looking for comfort in him. The change was welcome, but not in that circumstance.

 Automatically your hand searched for his hair and you started stroking it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

His arms wrapped around your waist and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"The accident. It's always the accident. I thought I had left it behind me, but it still haunts me in my sleep."

You held him in your arms as if that way you could protect him from all the evil that had affected him or that could still affect him. You just wanted to keep him safe there within your reach.

"It was an extremely traumatic experience and you dealt with it alone. Maybe you should consider seeking help..."

He shook his head "I don't need therapy. I already have everything I need."

He said lifting his head and searching for your lips.

You kissed him softly, but disagreed, "I can't save you from the ghosts of your past, Stephen, as much as I want to help you, I don't know how."

He sighed, running a hand over his face again. "They're just dreams. What harm can they do?"

You shook your head. You had been together for almost two years and you were still surprised by how headstrong and stubborn Stephen was. "Disrupting what little decent sleep you have is already something to worry about." You pointed out. "You've barely been sleeping lately, always worried about everyone except yourself. Someone needs to take care of you while you're taking care of everyone else, don't you think? Being ill you don't help anyone, sweetheart."

Stephen sighed and you took that as a sign that he agreed with you, at least a little.

"You're stealing my pet name." He said, changing the subject in a not-so-subtle way. "I gave it to you."

You smirked running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "You gave it to me and I can use it however I want. It's extremely cute if you ask me and it suits you. Especially when you're clinging to me like a koala because you had a bad dream."

Stephen hummed knowing full well that you were teasing him but he didn't give in, he continued cuddling with you, it was as if he couldn't bear the thought of moving away from you for even a second.

"Promise me you'll see a doctor." You pressed and he groaned knowing full well that you wouldn't give up on the subject so easily. "Stephen..."

"I know every neurologist and psychiatrist in New York, I can't see any of them."

"Well then go to Europe, use your amazing ability to open portals for something that benefits you for a change."

He pulled away enough to look at you. "I love you." He muttered.

You cupped his cheek "I love you too, Stephen, but sometimes you're as stubborn as a mule and it makes me really angry."

He chuckled "I'm sorry."

He caressed your face and placed his trembling hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a hard kiss. The intensity surprised you, but you let yourself be pushed gently against the mattress as Stephen positioned himself on top of you, his knees making room for him to settle between your legs.

When your head hit the pillow, he took your lips again while with one hand he held yours on the side of your head and the other he slowly moved between your legs. You moaned involuntarily when his fingers touched over your pajama shorts, tracing circles there, teasing you as he grinded himself into your thigh.

"You're the only one who can give me what I need to make me feel better and you know it." He confessed in your ear and then licked your ear making your body shiver. "I love you so much, sweetheart, you are my medicine."

You couldn't help but giggle, but then a loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers pulled your shorts to the side and began to play with your folds.

"We can't fix everything with sex." You tried to rationalize with him, but you could feel reason quickly giving way to desire in your brain.

"No, but I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about the way you make me feel when I'm in your arms, when you stroke my hair or massage my hands. I'm talking about love. Your love is my medicine and it’s all I need."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest hearing those words, but at the same time your hips started to move against his hand as if it had a life of its own. It was very difficult for you to separate sex from love with Stephen. Before him the line was thick and visible, but with him it simply disappeared. The two things seemed to complement each other so well.

"Stephen...make love to me." You asked, giving in to your desire and abandoning reason once and for all.

He bit your lower lip lightly before taking your mouth in another hungry kiss. "I thought sex didn't solve things..." He teased you with a smirk while grinding his erection into you.

"You just said it's not about sex..." You tried to say, but shook your head, changing your mind when he stuck two fingers inside you. "Fuck...need you."

Stephen buried his face in your neck, stifling his giggle, but his fingers curled inside you with precision to reach your g spot and he moved them quickly. You held his face in your hands making him look at you. "I love you... oh yes... I love your fingers even more."

He kissed you again giggling and knelt between your legs.

"I think there's something you love even more." He teased, "But first..." He snapped his fingers and your pajamas disappeared with a glimpse of orange light. "Open wide for me..." He licked his lips dramatically which made you laugh softly. You loved that about Stephen. You loved how he could make you feel so good and at ease with him. Even though you had been together for so long, it never stopped enchanting you.

"Or maybe a combination of the two." He announced before diving between your legs and entering you again with his fingers. Your hand grabbed the pillow and the other grabbed his hair and you allowed yourself a loud moan, not giving a damn if Wong would hear you or not. In fact, it had been a long time since you stopped caring about Wong's presence at the Sanctum and perhaps because of that he almost never spent the night there.

Stephen hummed contently, delighting between your folds, taking turns licking them with the tip of his tongue and sucking your clit while his fingers moved nimbly to stimulate your g spot.

He was so good, perfect, surgical when it came to giving you pleasure and as much as you knew that that night he was using sex to escape the current problem, you couldn't resist, you always fell into the same trap.

But it wasn't just to distract you from the subject that he used sex, but also to distract himself from all the problems and fears that afflicted him. He wasn't kidding when he said you were his medicine, and you might even feel flattered by that if it weren't worrying. The man never allowed himself to feel. Always trying to be in control of everything, especially his own emotions and there was nothing Stephen controlled better than sex. He had simply mastered that art so well that he was able to make you forget your own name with just a touch of his fingers.

"Steph... gonna make me cum..." You murmured, giving in to the delicious pleasure between your legs, but keeping your eyes wide open to look at him and see him eating you. There was nothing more mesmerizing than Stephen going down on you because you knew he took pleasure in it and he was so lost in his need for you that he started rubbing his erection on the mattress while eating you and that vision, Stephen so lost in his pleasure , that's what made you finally get there, moaning his name loudly and creaming his fingers.

He emerged from between your legs with a proud smile on his lips and you ran your hands over his face to clean him of all his fluids and pulled him to your lips, delighting in the taste of your cunt in his tongue.

"You're not going to be able to change my mind about you needing to see a therapist. Not even after such a wonderful oral." You warned and he smirked.

"I guess we can talk about this later." He said, running his lips on your neck and placing little kisses on your skin and finally nibbling on your earlobe.

"Later when?" You rasped.

He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his cock, slipping it inside his pants. "After you take care of this."

You grabbed his cock and started pumping him up and down. "But this is a full time occupation. It really seems like you're always like this." You said pulling him to your lips.

He groaned when you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is this a complaint?”

"Never." You said gently pushing him to the side and straddling him. He let himself be moved easily and you ran your lips down his neck, making a point of leaving a clearly visible hickey just below his chin, your nails went down his chest, scratching him lightly as you took one nipple and then the other in your mouth, circling your tongue on the sensitive skin and feeling him pulse beneath you.

"Sweetheart... please..." His voice was so beautiful when he begged.

"Please what?" You teased, running your lips down his belly, giving small bites.

"Fuck me... with your mouth. Please."

You lifted your head to look at him and couldn't keep the cocky smile from your lips. Your hands grabbed both sides of his sweatpants.

"Since you're asking so nicely."

He lifted his hips, letting you take off his pants and you were treated to his beautiful, hard cock. It's no exaggeration to say that your mouth always watered at that sight.

You held him upright by the base and licked him from the base to the tip, finishing with a suck on the tip that made him see stars. His legs shook and he moaned outrageously loud.

"Oh yes... please take it in your mouth sweetheart, give this delicious mouth to me."

You smiled mischievously, taking your hands up to your hair to tie it into a bun tied with your own hair and Stephen grabbed his cock by the base, gesturing with the other hand for you to take it. You let him lead, opening your mouth for him to put his dick in and letting him thrust all the way in.

"Fuck yeah!" He praised taking his cock completely out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin. You took the opportunity to swallow some. "Open for me really big" He ordered and you did as he asked letting him go deep again and gagging around him which made him moan even louder. He loved that.

Stephen loved seeing you gagging on him because it inflated his ego, he knew very well that he had a huge cock, but he liked seeing you suffering to take it all in, it made him hard as a rock and when you cried, when he saw tears streaming down your face he loved it even more. You were sure he could cum from just that.

"Gonna let you take me however you want now." He said taking his hand away which was quickly replaced by yours. "Just keep making me feel good" He asked and you took the lead pumping his cock and sucking him in perfect synchronization. The wet noise his dick made moving in and out of your mouth filled the room.

"So good... fuck sweetheart it feels so good."

He grabbed your hair and without holding back he began to push your head so that you took him entirely. Stephen never gave up control completely and he was obsessed with deep throat, he was only satisfied when your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was deep you’re your throat.

"Taking me so good. Always taking me so good, sweet..." He moaned loudly and his cock pulsed hard in your throat making you gag.

"Wanna cum in your throat, please let me cum in your throat..."

You hummed positively and relaxing your head and throat, breathing through your nose and letting go of the control completely, letting him use your head to get off.

He thrusted up a few more times and then held you tight against him and began to cum down your throat. "Oh yeah... fucking take it, love. Oh yeah... fuck... take all of it... take all of my cum."

When he finally let go of your head and you took him out of your mouth you were gasping for air. Your face was soaked with tears and your chin was dripping with saliva, some still clinging to a thread connecting your mouth and the head of his cock that was soft, but not completely flaccid.

"You always take me so good. Always accepting what I give you. Such a sweetheart indeed." He patronized.

You wiped the spit off your chin with your hand and moved to straddle him.

"Yeah? Now you're gonna fuck me with the same harshness that you fucked my mouth and you are going to make me cum again. Hard."

"And isn't it always hard when I make you cum? Always writhing and moaning my name, thanking the gods that is me fucking you so good." He teased grabbing his cock and giving a couple of jerks before entering you.

You moaned loudly, letting yourself sink into his cock and started riding him fast and hard, placing your hands on his chest for balance.

"Yes... oh yes I love to have you inside me. Feels so big... you always fuck me so good... such a good lover, Steph..."

You leaned your head back and placed both hands on his thighs, moving your legs forward and allowing the new position to give him a better view of where you joined.

Stephen placed a hand on your clit, circling it and stimulating it deliciously, increasing your pleasure, which made you moan so loud that anyone in that house could hear it.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Give it to me."

You kept moving fast on top of him, letting your body move instinctively in search of your release, but Stephen had other plans. Quickly, he moved you under him, getting lost between your legs again, sucking your clit and licking your dripping folds before patting your leg and ordering, "Turn around and lift that ass for me."

You did as he ordered, but not satisfied he slapped your ass cheek and ordered again. "Higher." He gave another slap and when he was satisfied with your position he entered you again, fucking you with surprising ferocity. That was one of the things you loved about Stephen, you never knew what sex with him would be like. Sometimes it was soft and other times it was like that. Hard and delicious.

Stephen was so big that his body covered your entire body, his weight made it impossible for you to move and when he fucked you like that you were completely at his mercy and that was fucking hot. You loved being dominated by him, you loved knowing that your man had complete control over you.

"Fuck yes Stephen... take me, use me, I'm yours. Fuck me harder. Show me I am yours and no one else's. Prove to me that you own me… my owner."

Stephen groaned at your words, grabbing the headboard and increasing the strength of his thrusts as the bed creaked beneath you.

"Gonna make me cum, Stephen, uh? Want me to cum? Tell me, wanna hear you saying it."

He grabbed your hair with one hand and started using it as a rein, pulling you against his thrusts, which became increasingly irregular and strong.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you fucking cum in my cock, come on, give it to me, cream my dick."

You moaned loudly feeling the knot threatening to break in your stomach.

"Yes Stephen...please."

"Come on, love. Let go for me. Cum... Cum on my dick."

And so you did. You came hard feeling your whole body shaking with the force of your release and your legs gave way making you fall face first into the pillows.

"There you go. Such a sweetheart doing as you're told." He groaned the words as he continued thrusting.

"Now you're going to let me use this pussy to get off. What do you think, uh? Letting me using you like this. I know you love it."

You groaned positively, but your groans were muffled by the pillow.

"What is that, uh? Can't hear you, love."

"Use me..." You tried to say, but your voice came out hoarse, but it was enough for him to hear.

He kept thrusting hard into you searching his own high.

"Want me to use you, sweetheart? That's what I am doing and you feel so good. So fucking amazing. Pussy feels so warm and wet and delicious, gonna cum so fucking hard inside you, fill you with my milk, it’s that what do you want?"

"Y-yes, please." You begged and he moaned loudly, placing his hand on the headboard to increase the strength of his thrusts.

"Yeah? Want my milk inside this warm little hole? Then tell me, ask for it."

"Please Stephen, cum in me, cum inside me, want your cum so badly, please."

Stephen groaned loudly and gave two more hard thrusts and then began to cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his cum inside you until he was finished.

"Oh fuck, fucking take it." He groaned in your ear and finally rolled onto his side, his breathing ragged and rapid.

You buried your face in the pillow trying to compose yourself, but a fit of laughter invaded you.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and began tickling your hips giggling with you.

"Okay, okay, please... I can't..." You begged, gasping for air from laughing so hard. He let go of you and you rolled to the side finally looking at him. The worry, the fear that you saw on his face had disappeared and in its place was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"You’re feeling better." It wasn't a question, but an observation.

He nodded confidently "I told you. You're like medicine to me."

You smiled, dragging yourself closer to him and he wrapped you in his arms letting you lay your head on his shoulder. "You get different sometimes when you're horny."

He let out a small laugh.

"I'm serious. You get a bit rough. I like it."

He cupped your cheek making you look at him and kissed you softly. "It must be because I love you so much. You do these things to me."

You smiled feeling your heart flutter in your chest again. "I love you too, more than anything."

"More than chocolate?" He joked and you grimaced.

"Not that much."

He giggled, squeezing you against his chest and the two of you were silent for a minute. It was you who broke the silence first, determined to return to the subject he was avoiding.

"Promise me you'll seek professional help to deal with these nightmares." You insisted.

He sighed heavily. "You know what they say about therapy. You start it for a reason and the next thing you know you're digging up all the dead bodies on your floor."

You knew exactly what he was talking about and what he was afraid of, part of you always knew it was much more than the accident. You just didn't know how to broach the subject with him. It was something so deeply hidden within him that he didn't even want to talk about it, but you knew this was the moment.

"I know you're afraid to deal with your feelings about your sister, Stephen, but these nightmares are your unconscious telling you that you need closure."

"I'm not afraid..." He said, staring at the ceiling. "I just don't think it's beneficial to go over things that happened so many years ago. I'd rather forget."

You rolled your lips. "But you can't forget, that's the truth. No matter how hard you try, it's all in there and you're just trying to distract yourself from the pain. It was like that with medicine and then at Kamar Taj and now with me..."

"Is not the same thing." He interrupted you. "Medicine was a way to prove to myself that I could be more. Kamar Taj was my salvation when I had lost all hope. You... you are the love of my life. I'm not with you to get distract from my problems, I'm with you because you gave meaning to my life, you made me happy."

You nodded, stroking his chest absently.

"But I'll do it if it's what you want."

"It's not for me that you have to do this, but for you, Stephen. You need to think about yourself sometimes."

He chuckled dryly "I've been called a narcissist, you know? Arrogant. Prepotent. It was when I stopped thinking about myself that I became a better person, they say."

"Fuck them. This is not true." You cupped his face making him look at you. "You've always been a good person, you've always done good even when you did it for selfish reasons. Now I'm asking you to dedicate some of your time to yourself. Please."

He smiles reassuringly at you. "Okay. Consider it done."

You allowed yourself a relieved sigh.

"I liked the 'you're my owner' thing. A little possessive, but I liked it." He teased, changing the subject again and again without any subtlety.

You smirked "We talk and do unimaginable things when we're horny."

"Yeah? I like making you horny, I love seeing how you transform at my touch. It's fascinating to me and I never get tired of it."

You pulled him to your lips and kissed him lingerly, pulling a hum from his throat.

"No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love everything about you, Stephen."

He rested his forehead on yours and smiled proudly.

"And I love everything about you, my sweet… sweet... sweet... sweetheart." He said separating the words with kisses.

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Scared | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

a/n: i needed a lil bit of angst and also wanted a first-time dad!Stephen fic so... i combined them. here you go 😭

warnings: bit of angst, talks of childbirth (nothing explicit), anxiety

The hours seemed to tick on forever. Another few nerve-stricken paces and Stephen Strange was positive he’d burn a hole into the linoleum floors. 

As a surgeon, he had never been nervous performing a procedure. He was the greatest neurosurgeon out there and no one could take away his title. His calm reserve, his steady hand. He was quintessentially perfect. Anxiety didn’t grip him in its vice. 

Until the accident. He finally was made aware of his emotions and how delicate he truly could become. He discovered his unwavering ability to exhaust emotion; tears, sadness, happiness, love. It all came like a tidal wave upon his metaphorical shoreline when you happened. When you walked into his life, he discovered that he could feel all of those emotions, sometimes all at once. But fear was the least felt. 

Until today. Today he felt fear. He never wanted to experience such a cruel emotion but as he watched you writhe in pain and cry for him to make it stop while knowing this was one problem he couldn’t solve with the wave of his hand, that nature must take its course, he grew scared. He had been waiting for this moment ever since those two lines appeared on the pregnancy test, after the initial shock of oh wow, I’m going to be a dad after not wanting kids, and today in the delivery room, mournful that he couldn’t be more for you than just a hand to squeeze and a shoulder to cry on… and bite. He wasn’t expecting teeth marks on his skin today, but he’d let you do it a million times over if it meant he could get you through this.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I promise. It’s almost over.” he had encouraged you with both hands clasped through yours, his body leaning over the edge of the bed as you worked through every single ache and pain. You held him like a vice until you were dizzy, his voice the only thing holding you to the bed. You blocked out the voices of the doctors, nurses, you only desired Stephen’s encouragement through such a trauma as this.

And when the pain ceased and you felt a sudden emotion of emptiness, the one thing that only you had held on the inside for nine months was extracted from your being, you felt numb. 

Stephen held you tightly, awaiting that glorious sound all parents mewled about. His hands were trembling in yours as he waited, and waited, and waited. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Cry.” Stephen whispers to a little girl who couldn’t hear him. “What’s going on?” he demands, using the voice he reserved for the operating room. 

He hears the doctor and nurse's correspondence. 

“Fluid in the lungs” - “Can’t breathe” - “Lips are blue”. 

Quickly, his mind whirred and he knew what was happening. His baby girl had entered the world essentially lifeless. He turns to you, feeling as you force yourself up in the hospital bed by way of his arm. You clutch his forearm in a death grip despite your strength having been drained, the wave of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you struggle to overhear. 

“What is going ON?!” you scream at the top of your lungs, pain surging throughout your limbs. You were a brand new mother who hadn’t got to see your daughter’s face and more importantly hear her cry. 

“Honey, I need you to lie back down,” Stephanie coaxes, kissing your forehead that was slick with sweat. You look up at your husband whose eyes are fixated on you. “Take some breaths for me, alright?” He knows you’re on the verge of panic so he quickly reaches above the hospital bed to grab the oxygen mask. 

“Stephen!” you exclaim, lungs aching. He shushes you and closes his hands around yours. He wouldn’t dare let his resolve down, not now. You needed him more than ever and he couldn’t let you see him fall apart, even though he wanted to bombard those working on his baby and the cause. 

“She’s going to be okay. We’ve got to let them look at her.” He smothers his face against your hair, reaches up, and strokes your scalp, “That’s my girl, nice deep breaths. I need you to stay calm for her. Can you do that for our little girl, sweetheart?” 

You nod your head. Your ears were ringing so loud after she came out that you didn’t overhear what Stephen did. 

“I-I’m scared,” you blubber. 

Stephen can feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. I am too, baby. I am too he thinks to himself. 

“There’s no need to be scared. I’ll be scared for us both.” Stephen kisses your temple before moving to your lips, tasting the saltwater tears that had fallen to your mouth. 

That was hours ago. Stephen continued to pace the floors. The last he heard was that his daughter was being taken to the NICU for further observation and to be stabilized. Fortunately, Christine had stopped by a few times to check in. She of course had no updates for the two of you, but she was there as a means of emotional support. Each time she snuck in quietly, she’d find a pacing Stephen who she only sighed at. 

“Have you sat down?” Christine whispered, seeing as you were finally asleep. Stephen shakes his head as Christine grabs his hand, forcing him to stop. “Stephen. You need to sit.” she leads him to the chair but he shakes his head.

“No, Christine, I need–,”

“To be a supportive husband and great father. You can’t do that when youre footprints are embedded into the floor.” she chuckles quietly but turns serious upon seeing his wary expression. She licks her lips and sighs. “If that little girl is anything like you? She won’t give up. She’ll be a fighter. But she needs a father who can remain strong for her… You can’t stay strong if you’re exhausting yourself. The same goes for her,” Christine looks over at you. “She needs you to lean against during this which means she needs you relaxed and alert. But pacing won’t do anything.”

Stephen draws in a sharp breath and finally takes a seat upon Christine’s pushing of his shoulders. She smiles at him and pats his shoulder. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, Stephen.”

He sure hoped so. “Thank you,” he nods his head, appreciative of her friendship despite their past. He squeezes her hand just before she removes it from his shoulder. 

“Try and squeeze in a cat nap. You’ll feel better.” 

He chuckles, knowing sleep was out of the question entirely. But rather than arguing with her, he nods his head in agreement. When Christine left and Stephen was left alone with his thoughts, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine him finally holding his daughter, and how relief would wash over him the moment he could see her. That’s how he managed to close his eyes and relax. He did it for his two girls. You and that precious little one fighting upstairs. 

An hour or so later, when the door to your room opened, Stephen’s eyes bolted open and he was up on his feet in seconds. The woman who delivered your daughter enters the room, pushing a tiny glass cart. Stephen’s heart thudded wildly in his chest, realization washing over him at just who this sweet little visitor could be.

“Hi, Dad,” the doctor whispers. 

Stephen gasped quietly at the sight, that relief he clung to after Christine left washing over him. “How is she?” he asks. 

“She scared us there for a little while.. she came so fast that she swallowed some fluid on the way out, but she’s perfectly healthy. I didn’t want to wake Mom up. I know she’s been anxious, but would you like to hold your little girl?”

Stephen felt a rush of emotion. He never wanted kids. He thought they were irritabilities, tiny humans who would annoy him forever. He was one of those people who when the kid ran around the dinner table in a restaurant after being told to stop, would smirk when they finally smacked their forehead against the surface. Christine normally always kicked him in the shin under the table and then you started doing it when you began dating. But that all changed the morning you approached him with trembling hands and a positive pregnancy test. 

“Yes, please,” Stephen whispers, looking over at you. He was grateful you had finally succumbed to the clutches of sleep. He wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep going, as you were nearing 48 hours of no sleep at all. 

The doctor smiles and motions him to sit in the chair beside your bed. She rolls the glass cart over to him and looks down at the sleeping bundle. “She didn’t get to have skin-to-skin with Y/N so would you like to do that? She can do it also when she wakes up, but we find that skin-to-skin holds many benefits.”

Stephen nods his head as the doctor lists the positives such as bonding, regulation of body temperature, and heart rate, among others, tears burning the corners of his eyes. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it open, his heart racing even faster when the doctor carefully picks up his daughter and leads her to his chest. She rests the baby on top of him and immediately, Stephen feels like a brand new man. The softness and warmth of her skin against his made his serotonin level skyrocket and caused more tears to freely fall. 

“Congratulations, Dad,” she whispers in the dimly lit room. “We just fed her in the nursery but when Mama wakes up, we’ll let her try feeding her. Call if you need anything,” 

Stephen nods his head and watches the doctor leave, gently closing the door behind her. He looks down at the new life snuggled against him. Her eyes peel open, naturally blue irises glassy as she moves her lips. Stephen could already see you within her. Her sweet little nose, the curl of her lips. He took a small peek under the hat, the tiniest wisps of brown hair visible, sending the new father into a chokehold. 

“Oh, my darling girl,” Stephen coos. “You gave Mommy and I quite the scare today… Yes, you did. But I’m so glad you’re here. Do you know who I am? You’ve heard my voice every single day… Whether I was telling you and Mommy how much I love you or bickering with Wong. You’ve heard it. I’m your Daddy,” the words fall like water from his mouth and his chest tightens as he dubs himself with the title. Daddy. He’s a father. 

The baby girl gently closes her eyes, lips smacking as she remains rested on his chest. Stephen ran his fingertip up and down her spine, bewildered by how soft she was. He glances over at your sleeping form. He smiles, being the proudest he’s ever been since the day he proposed and the day he wed you. He had you to thank for all of this. His little family. The only family he’s known other than those he’s encountered on his journey. 

“My sweet Tessa… Yes, you’re my special girl, aren’t you? I promise. I may not do everything right in life but I’ll do right by you. Thank you for changing my life,” the tears flow without warning as Stephen presses his quivering lips to the side of her head, squeezing his lids shut as he snuggles her closer. You stir gently and awake to the sight of your husband holding your newborn, your heart fluttering. 

“She’s okay?” You ask hoarsely. 

Stephen’s head lifts at the noise and a smile of relief greets his face. He looked exhausted and you felt bad that he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep except for his small power nap. He wouldn’t dare miss out on anything. 

“She’s perfect, sweetheart. You did it.” 

The look of utter pride glows on his face. You feel your lungs refill with fresh air as you wince, moving to sit up gently. “Can I?” 

Stephen chuckles quietly. “How could you ask me something like that? Of course, you can. Tessa, let’s meet your beautiful Mommy, yeah? I know, I know,” he shushes her as she starts to pout her lips, a pitiful cry on the verge of slipping. Your body felt like electricity had just been shot throughout it, the excitement bubbling. 

“Here, let’s unbutton this,” Stephen holds Tessa in one arm while he helps you unbutton your hospital gown. Once your chest is exposed, Stephen places Tessa on you and you fall apart the moment you touch her. Your lips quiver and the tears spill.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, kissing her. You drew in a deep breath, Tessa’s scent making you cry even more. Stephen slips into bed beside you and carefully puts one arm around you while holding his other hand over yours that’s currently on Tessa. “S-she’s perfect,” you cry. 

Stephen wipes his eyes through a sniffle. 

“She is,” he can’t help but agree. “I’ve never seen someone so little,” 

You giggle softly, kissing her head as you lean into your husband’s chest. “We’re parents, Stephen. We have a daughter.” 

He smirks, his eyes resting on you. He leans in and kisses your lips tenderly, savoring the taste. As he pulls away, both of you turn your attention down to your newest addition, your hearts soaring over the moon.

[leviathanspain]

he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

synopsis: you have an unusual relationship with your mentor/boss, and when he asks you to be his date to an important awards ceremony, you can’t help but relish in his fire

a/n: stephen strange is so lana del rey coded omff, so heavy sad girl vibes. i haven’t proofread and it’s longer than any of my usual works i think.

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he always told you how much of a gift it was for him to choose you. it was always like that, he chose you, like some god. that he had made your life better by choosing to be in it. he repeated that to you whenever you became ‘insubordinate’.

you never really argued though. you knew that it wasn’t ever the right thing to do, especially with someone so arrogant, you’d be wasting a breath and your career if you did so.

but you learned to live with his narcissism, he was the best surgeon in new york, and arguably in the states. his credentials are why you’ve never argued back.

this day was not any different.

“i said that we should do the shunt.” stephen stared at the films. he was cross, had been since the morning and was now profoundly irritated but hadn’t stated why.

“you’ll kill him. think about it, what if we do another approach in a few days? give him enough recovery time so that when you actually do the surgery, he won’t die on the table.” you explained your decision, but stephen had already stopped listening. he was shaking his head, clearly none of this was going as he wanted.

“stephen-“ you closed your eyes, already preparing to apologize for undermining him, when he shushed you. “i-“ you scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

“we’ll do it tomorrow. it’ll be the first surgery of the day, i want it to go well.” he recycled your idea, and turned around with a nod, “get me dr. palmer. i want her to be in there.” he demanded.

you looked up from your notepad and raised your eyebrows, “you don’t want me in there?” you were his student, his resident, you were assigned to scrub in on all his surgeries-

“no. i want dr. palmer. that is final.” he stalked over to the door, pulling it open and letting it shut behind him without another word.

you couldn’t lie and say you were disappointed. you had hoped that after last night, that you and stephen had finally come to an understanding. but this had just proved that he wasn’t capable of listening. and that he was still hopelessly in love with christine.

“dr. l/n.” a nurse had stopped you as you walked around, moping about stephen kicking you off the surgery. she handed you some papers, “dr. strange has requested you in his office. and he needs to sign these papers for the patient in 203.” she smiled thinly, clearly making you do part of her job.

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

you had swiped a salad on your way to his office. you had learned from the first few times that stephen requesting you in his office was like attending a lecture, all about him. and you wouldn’t starve if you were going to be stuck there.

you knocked on the door once before pushing it open. stephen was sitting at his desk, an untouched piece of salmon and greens was in front of him. he didn’t even look up when you walked in.

“what’s up?” you set your salad down, including some of your patient files. you took the chair opposite of his, and cracked open your salad.

“i hate it when you speak like that.” his eyes remained glued to his computer screen.

you looked up, rolling your eyes, “one of the nurses said you requested me? might i inquire why or are we just going to stare at each other and pretend like last night didn’t happen?” you were angry.

he could tell.

your voice shook with a twinge of rage that only he could be the reason behind. it was always the same twinge, it was the same twinge earlier when he had requested christine for the surgery.

his eyes broke away from the screen for the first time since you had walked in. he stared at you, as if trying to calculate this moment in his head. he paused, silence taking the both of you as he stared into your eyes.

“i- i didn’t want to have to do this-“ stephen sighed, “we’re at work. when we’re working, i’m your boss, you are my resident. we can talk about us, later.” he sounded so professional that if you didn’t know him so well, you’d probably throw yourself on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

“just tell me why you picked her over me. that’s all i want to know.” you challenged, your eyes boring into his.

stephen scoffed, “i chose dr. palmer because she is a more experienced surgeon than you. you would just-“

“fuck it up?” you finished his sentence and rolled your eyes, “if you don’t have faith in me than that is a reflection on your abilities as a teacher, as my mentor.”

“no it is not. because if you actually did what you were told, you would be on your way to making an incredible surgeon. but you aren’t. you’d be mediocre at best.” his words cut hard. he hadn’t blinked, and you didn’t dare to look away.

it was weakness to look away. you had to be able to continue to stare him down, if he was going to listen to you.

“i do exactly as i am told. last night was the perfect example of that, wasn’t it, doctor?” you raised your eyebrows and incredibly, stephen broke the eye contact.

“get out.” he returned his gaze to the computer screen and you were taken aback.

“what-“

“i said get out. get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office.” stephen didn’t hesitate to yell at you, which made you want to cringe.

you stood up, sighing as you collected your things, you had almost made it out when you stopped, hand lingering on the doorknob, “this is why christine left you. you’re a fucking asshole, and no one will ever love you.” he had turned, but you had already left before he could yell anymore.

you knew you shouldn’t have slept with your boss. clearly, as you sat at home instead of scrubbing in on a surgery, that it wasn’t working out well.

you had left the hospital after your little outburst with stephen. your pager kept going off, but you had ignored it since they were all from, unsurprisingly, stephen. you tossed and turned in your bed, not having the energy to do anything else.

he had ruined you. he had ruined you from the moment you had entered the program.

but yesterday, he had really ruined you. he ruined whatever perfect balance the two of you had. you knew him, and he knew you, but now you were too involved, too emotionally attached.

you couldn’t even curb your jealously. it wasn’t about your abilities or her abilities, it was the fact that he wanted his ex-girlfriend to scrub in with him, and not you.

stephen stared at the wall. he had been staring at it since you left. assumingely, you had gone home. all of his pages went unanswered, and he knew that he had really, really fucked up.

there was a knock at the door and stephen turned, “come in.” he had hoped it was you, but he never had to welcome you in. you’d always just waltz in, carrying food and random case notes.

“i’ve been looking for your resident all day. i heard she’s the expert on the case?” dr. palmer had graced his office for the first time in a long time. stephen didn’t have the best poker face when it came to surprises, and he couldn’t hide this one.

“uh-“ he laughed slightly, blinking as he focused on her, “yeah she wasn’t feeling well today. she might’ve gone home but the case is at the nurses station.” he didn’t smile, he never did at her anymore.

christine nodded, “hey, stephen.. why did you ask me to scrub in with you? if you already have a perfectly capable resident-“

stephen shook his head, “i- i just wanted you there. i don’t know why- but,” he shrugged, “i cant trust residents, can i?”

christine laughed awkwardly, her attempt at trying to get out of this was already shot to the ground, so she just exited.

you wanted to quit. you had spent all night practicing how you’d do it. you were going to go to his office, set the resignation letter down on his desk and walk out without saying anything.

but you couldn’t even gather the courage to print your letter out. you had left the paper jammed in your printer, half inked, as you left to go to work.

“good morning.” stephen greeted you at the nurses station. it was time for the early mornings rounds. you nodded, but didn’t say anything as you walked off.

stephen chose to ignore the fact that you ignored him, and walked after you, “i am going to need any and all case notes on that patient today.”

you scoffed, “why? you never read any of my notes.” which was true. he always thought your notes were just annoying little scribbles.

“they’re for dr. palmer. she requested that she get any notes relevant to the surgery today.” he responded.

“oh, okay. i’ll drop it off at your office along with all the respect i have for you.” and you turned a corner, leaving him in the dust for rounds.

you were sitting in the cafeteria, head in your hands over your tray of food, you hadn’t even noticed the people gathering around your table.

“dude- long time no see.” you looked up to see one of your old friends that you had met during your internship, thalia. before all of this, before him.

you smiled, a real one in a long time, “we’re residents. we’re lucky if we even have clean underwear.” you joked. she smiled, “i heard you’ve been working closely with dr. strange. how is it? he’s got the hands of a god, you know.”

you blinked, almost happy to be able to get through a conversation that wasn’t plagued by stephen strange.

you blinked, hesitating with your words until it all came spilling out. “we slept together. multiple times.”

thalia’s jaw fell, practically hit the floor as she stared at you in disbelief.

“and we’re fighting right now so i’d really love it if we could just move on-“

“dr. l/n.” you turned at the sound of that voice, abruptly ending your conversation with your friend, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face to see stephen standing in front of you.

he never came to the cafeteria. he was always too good for it, and it was evident that even just his presence was shocking enough. all other conversations seemed to quiet down to complete silence.

“stephen-“

“you’re scrubbing in. dr. palmer has another surgery that will run late so-“

you nodded, “understood.”

your unwillingness to say anything more was evident, and stephen would not open that can of shit right in the middle of the cafeteria for all the underachievers to hear.

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

you stared at his hands moving gracefully in the patient. he was a god, it was clear in his work, that’s why he was the way he was.

“suction.” you immediately brought down the tube in your hands, sucking at whatever he pointed at.

his glove caught on the tube, the air trying to suck up his finger. he pulled back, just as you pulled the tube away.

“oh my go-“ you stared at the tube, and turned back to stephen. he raised his eyebrows just as you dipped your head back to laugh.

stephen looked around at the rest of the staff but didn’t say anything as you finished laughing by yourself.

you let out a sigh, your laugh turned into a quiet chuckle, even as you met his eyes, you still couldn’t stifle it.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, “that was unprofessional and it won’t happen again.” you blinked, head bowed as you waited.

but stephen didn’t say anything, he looked up to stare at you once before going back to work.

stephen asked you to meet him in his office after the surgery. you had to practically throw yourself up each step to get to his office, exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones.

you didn’t even bother to knock this time, you just pushed the door open and dragged yourself in. stephen was sitting at his desk, but he had the case files in his hands.

he looked up once he saw you, and you took a seat across his desk. “you wanted to see me?”

stephen nodded, throwing down the case files, “this is good stuff.”

you blinked. hardly did stephen ever freely give compliments. you had thought you were the worst resident until he had called you “okay” once during an assistive surgery. another surgeon had said that meant you were good.

clearly stephen knew what you were thinking, and he grimaced, “christine suggested i read them.” you hummed in acknowledgment, “and she also told me to apologize.”

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“i am sorry for not calling you, or texting you after..” he mumbled off, “and im sorry for kicking you out of my office, it was rude and i am so-“ he faltered and you sighed, standing up.

he watched as you strode over to his side of the desk, hips swaying in your tight scrub pants. your hand gripped the leather of his desk chair, pulling it back as you positioned yourself on his lap.

stephen watched you carefully, watched as you dragged a finger across his cheek, smiling coyly, “i accept your apology, stephen.” you hummed again, “and i am sorry for what i said.”

stephen held your hips, his large hands tightening around them so you wouldn’t fall. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” he assured you, hands moving to caress your neck, he planted a kiss on your collarbone, just underneath your scrub top.

you shivered at the contact, but you were eager for more. stephen was hardly affectionate, especially at work. it made you wonder how it all even happened in the first place, as he was always so clipped with you.

stephen kissed your neck, sucking hard on the skin that you were sure they’d bruise.

“come away with me.” he whispered, “put on a slutty little dress and come away with me tonight.” he gripped hard on your hips, and you laughed, “what? where?” you were surprised he hadn’t mentioned anything about a trip to you.

“i was nominated for an award in california. the ceremony is tonight and i was hoping that you would accompany me.” he didn’t smile, but there was a hint of one.

“publicly?” you drew your brows together, hand on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes.

“well- people would only assume that we work together. but yes, publicly.” he nodded, and you felt your stomach drop to your ass.

“uh-“ you scoffed, “yeah. sure, i’ll go.” you couldn’t hide your hesitation. the last person that stephen ‘worked’ with was christine, and people would notice.

stephen nodded, “okay. i’ll see you tonight, kid.” his lips brushed past yours as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “tease.” you commented, gripping his shoulder as you hopped off his lap.

“i’m the tease?” he grabbed your wrist and you looked at the tent in his pants. a laugh escaped you, even as you strutted out of his office.

waiting was unbearable. you found yourself glancing over to the clock hoping hours would roll by until it finally did, and you were gathering your things to head home and prepare.

stephen said that he had arranged a private flight to california, and that he and a driver would be at your apartment by 8.

“are you out of here?” thalia, standing at the end of the hallway, broke you out of your thoughts, “i heard you’re going with strange to that ceremony?” you nodded, as you met her at the end, you couldn’t hide your smile.

she nudged you, smiling, “aw im so happy for you. especially after we all thought dr. palmer would go with him.”

your smile fell immediately and you stepped back, “what? why would you think that?”

thalia shrugged, “because he asked her. i heard them in the attendings lounge, when i had gone to find my-“ she continued to ramble on but you had stopped listening. you walked past her and slammed the double doors open. she called your name, but you were already in the wind.

all you could do was practically run out of the hospital, dashing past the front desk and out the doors. you panted, feeling the ache of a sob in your chest. you walked now, breaking down in tears on the way to your car.

how could he have asked her, before he asked you?

you realized you couldn’t go home now. stephen would be there soon to pick you up, to take you to an event that you weren’t supposed to be at.

stephen paced the apartment lobby. your doorman said that he hadn’t seen you since the previous morning. your car hadn’t been parked in its designated spot either, evident of your absence.

“fuck..” stephen muttered, his fingers breezing on the screen as he tried to call you. thing was, you always called him, never the other way around so he couldn’t remember the numbers to even dial.

he scrolled through his call list but it was a sea of unknown numbers, and stephen didn’t remember the last time you called.

stephen walked back up to the doorman, “can i go look in her apartment?” the doorman raised his eyebrows and stephen sighed, “i’m her bo-“ he paused, unsure of what to call himself, he grimaced, “i am her colleague. i just-“

the doorman nodded, there was a look on his face as he looked at stephen up and down, “yeah..i know who you are.” as he spoke stephen realized that it was disdain that this doorman held for him.

but as the doorman let stephen up, he didn’t even care how you talked about him, it was that you talked about him at all.

the apartment was messy. of course it was. you were a fifth year resident who clocked in more hours at the hospital than all the combined time spent at home. but it wasn’t dirty messy, it was a barely moved in, hadn’t had time to unpack messy. the stack of broken down boxes in the corner was evident. he pursed his lips at the sight, but continued in.

your bedroom was close, he could see the edge of a mattress through a cracked door. it was barren, besides the bed and dresser, it was filled with packing peanuts and a box of hospital scrubs. he hummed, stepping out and deciding to check out the next room.

he pushed the door open, revealing a very organized office space. there was a long desk along the wall, a chalk board took up the entirety of another wall, medical scrawl was all over it. pictures of anatomy were hung up, including unknown jars of specimen.

stephen was more than intrigued, he was impressed. the rest of your apartment was messy, barely lived in, but your work was your life, and your office was clear of that.

he trailed towards the desk, a dim light shone from your desktop, and he nudged the computer mouse to turn it on.

dear stephen,

i am writing to formally tender my resignation as a fifth year resident under your tutelage…

there was a mix of worry in his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time. the rest of the letter was just professional bullshit on your decision to leave him. you weren’t leaving the hospital, you were leaving him.

but he had to get the truth.

it had been hours since the award ceremony. hours since it would’ve started at least, looking at the clock, you knew that it was time to return home.

stephen probably didn’t even make it to your house, since you hadn’t received a single call. the area you had gone to, outside of the city, still got decent cell service, so you knew he didn’t even try.

you no longer felt the rage of being overlooked in your career and in your relationship, all you felt was the regret of believing him. you tightly gripped your steering wheel, and silently drove back home.

stephen waited silently. he had looked through your pantry, trying to find something to snack on until your arrival; he knew he’d be there all night.

but didn’t take anything, deciding that he wasn’t even hungry, just restless and angry, and as soon as he heard keys jingle at the door, he stood up.

“stephen.” you were breathless, your hand was clutching hard on your doorknob as your bag hit the floor. it landed upright, but you pushed it to the side with your foot. stephen didn’t move, watching as you cautiously stepped forward.

“what- what are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly, hands feeling clammy against the rough fabric of your hospital scrubs. you looked at him up and down, eyes lingering on his sharp suit, hands positioned at his side. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you nodded, “i’m sorry if you missed the award-“ you felt your voice shake, afraid of how this confrontation would proceed. you kept your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look again into his striking face.

“you think this is about that?” he scoffed incredulously, his eyes narrowing at you. you could just feel the edge in his voice, it was the same edge that had haunted you nearly all of your residency.

he took your silence for shame, and continued, “i found your letter. when were you planning to hand it in? hmm? after you assisted on a major surgery or after i was presented with an award with you by my side-“ it was your turn to scoff. you looked up, walking towards him at a speed that had you now nose to nose.

“you think that i’m proud of being second choice?” your voice broke, and you sighed, knowing just exactly how this would end. stephen’s face fell, and he looked speechless at your emotion.

you inhaled a breath, trying to calm yourself down as you fought to say your piece. “i- i had to hear from thalia, of all people, that you had originally asked christine to be your date tonight.” you felt a tear fall down your cheek, “you come in here, into my apartment, look through my things and accuse me of what? riding your success?” you spat, your voice still wavered, but you carried on, “i’ve had to be second to the greatest love of your life. and i will not continue to be.” you sniffled, looking at stephen right in the eye, “i quit. i don’t ever want to see you or that fucking hospital again.”

stephen was absolutely wordless. he didn’t even know what to do with it, and as he watched you strut down the hallway to your bedroom, he found himself following you.

you sniffled, and noticed he was right on your trail, “get out, stephen. get-“

he stayed firmly planted, and instead raised his eyebrows, “christine is not the greatest love of my life- i thought she was.” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear his speech, “until i met you. and i’ve been selfish. i’ve been keeping you from your potential. so you should quit, be a better surgeon under someone who-“ he faltered, and his features softened, “who doesn’t love you.”

you felt your face get hot as you tried to speak. stephen strange just told you he loved you…

“it’s okay.” he stepped forward and you found yourself stepping into his embrace. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay.” he repeated, assuring that it in fact, was okay.

as bittersweet the moment was, you had to release all of the truth, even if you knew it would only hurt him more.

“i love you, too.” you whispered, hands gathering up his suit fabric, gripping it tightly you didn’t want to let go. but he didn’t say anything, the two of you continued to hug until you practically fell asleep in his arms.

[geeky-politics-46]

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Something is wrong. You are acting odd & all Stephen wants to do is help you feel better

Warnings: Not much, light angst & references to potential depression. Fluffy ending. Sinister being the most loving devoted boy ever even if he doubts himself.

Totally a self-comfort piece. I've been feeling sad & this is what I want right now.

He wasn't used to seeing you this way. In fact, in all the time you had been in his universe, he had never seen you like this before. The light was missing from your eyes. You weren't crying, but your normal sunny disposition was nowhere to be found.

Your face was a blank slate. You didn't seem angry or outright upset, but your smile was nowhere to be seen. Even when he put on your favorite show, you weren't smiling and giggling like you normally would. It was breaking his heart.

You had always been the sunshine to his dark storm cloud self. You brightened his day and cleared away the gloom and cobwebs that had invaded his mind for years. He hoped that he hadn't somehow accidentally extinguished that fire and light that made you so enchanting. That was something he knew he would never forgive himself for. 

Even the weather outside had shifted with your personality. The cracks of sunlight that had started illuminating the barren land below, lulling it back to life, had dimmed. Storm clouds and low rumbles of thunder followed in the next few days. By the third day, it had begun steadily drizzling on and off all day.

Perhaps you wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell him. He was sure he would die if you did leave, but he wouldn't keep you there if you were no longer happy in his world. Or with him. Maybe you decided you couldn't love a monster like him anymore. He wouldn't blame you.

He found you sitting in your shared bed, bundled up in blankets, and just staring out the window. Watching the raindrops pitter patter against the window. Your hair hadn't been brushed in a day or two, and you were still in the shirt you slept in. 

"I know you have said nothing is wrong, but I know you are lying, my love. You can tell me if you want to leave. If you aren't happy with me anymore. If you have changed your mind about us. Or if I have done something to hurt you. I will make it right in any way that I can. Even if it means losing you. Your happiness is the most important thing in the multiverse to me." 

Your heart ached that you made him question your love for him. That had never even been a thought in your mind. You loved Stephen unconditionally. In fact, even you couldn't pinpoint what you were feeling or why you were feeling so withdrawn. You couldn't stand to see his eyes looking like a scolded puppy, and you immediately wanted him to be near you.

"Oh, Stephen. Come here. 

You unwrapped yourself from the blankets and patted the spot next to you on the bed. Wanting him to join you in your blanket cocoon.

"You haven't done anything to hurt me, and I definitely haven't changed my mind about us. I love you more than anything, Stephen. I'm just feeling really down, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and there's no real reason why that I can think of. I didn't want to bring your mood down with me, but I guess that didn't really work, huh?"

He had brought himself to sit in the bed next to you. Not wanting to touch you until you gave him permission, but he grabbed one of your hands in his as you wiped away a couple of stray tears with the other. 

"Trust me, darling. I have been to the depths of despair, and nothing you could say could bring me down. Not as long as you are here and you let me help you. Now, what do you need? Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can get you some more blankets to snuggle in. I can put on one of your favorite movies. I can leave you alone if you want me to, but I'd rather be here if you'll let me. Even if we just sit here in silence."

Your heart warmed at the honesty in his eyes and in his voice. You had never met a man quite like him. One who had seen and felt so much in his life. Had his world ripped apart in front of him, and yet all he wanted was to make you feel better. Even just having him next to you now made you feel a little less sad. A hint of a smile pulled at your lips for the first time in days. 

"Can you just hold me, please, Stephen? I just want to lay here and listen to the storm and have you hold me tight. I don't really know what's wrong with me right now, but you feel right to me."

He smiled at your request. He was so hoping that you would let him hold you. He knew that having you in his arms was always what made him feel better when the dark thoughts and lingering voices from the Darkhild threatened to overtake his mind. 

"Of course darling. All you ever have to do is ask." 

With that, he snuggled down under the covers and held you tight. Spooning you from behind and making sure his body touched yours as much as he possibly could before using his magic to pull the soft fluffy blankets up around both of you. Restoring your little cocoon you had made with both of you inside it now. Your hand quickly found its place over his, and your body wiggled to get even closer. 

He pressed a couple of soft, comforting kisses to your shoulder once you had found your comfortable spot. His heart fluttered a little when he heard you sigh and felt you relax into his arms. Letting your body melt into his. 

You stayed like this for what had to be hours. It didn't matter to him how long he stayed there. He wasn't going to let you go until you told him to. He would hold you until the universe collapsed around you both if you asked him to. His reason for living was to be the mooring that held you steady in both calm and stormy seas.

He knew you were on the verge of sleep by the way your breath pattern changed. It was only then that he let his own guard down and let himself begin to drift with you. Then, in the smallest and sweetest tone, he heard you whisper. It was barely audible.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you."

He smiled softly to himself. Nudging his nose into your hair to get closer to you still. Whispering back into your ear, the truest words he had ever spoken in his life.

"I love you too, darling. Always and with all of my being. Though good and bad."

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[stupidthoughtsinwriting]

Glimpse of Us

Summary: Years after the faithful night, reality brings the two back together, with all the years of unresolved pain, feelings and comparisons

Warning: Angst is all the warning I can think off ehehhe, Hard core Angst

Note: ehehehehe the long awaited sequel to She use to be mine is finally here! After what? nearly 2 years. its finally here! I'm so sorry for the long wait and thank you to those who encouraged me to continue on with the next part. I won't dawdle on and let you lot enjoy the concoction i seem to have mustered on. ehehe again sorry for the months delay.

oh and i almost forgot, the italics are best imagined as her singing

P.S. I drafted this post 7 or 8 months after the first part and dear god, how time has passed. Looking back at the story, I'm not really too proud of this one and ended it because I really have no idea how to continue it. I have an idea for a next part (dangerous words coming from me) but I'm not gonna set a date for when I post it because we all know how the last part turned out. Anyways enjoy

😊❤️💛💚💙💜🖤😊 -T

‘Hey, you’re up in five’`

‘Yah sure, just touching up’ you say as you smacked your lips after applying a bit of lip gloss.

‘You don’t need it’ he replied.

‘Still. I can’t believe I agreed to this’ you scoffed, fiddling with your hair for the hundredth time.

‘You’ll do great’ he smiled ‘Now your hair is fine, you look amazing, and I have to go. Break a leg’ he bid before getting on stage to rouse the crowd. Admittedly, you are nervous. You wouldn’t call yourself a singer, but you do have a good enough voice and can hold a tune. You knew it was a mistake singing in front of Harvey and you were only doing this as a favor. God. You checked the mirror one last time before finding it was good enough.

‘Now for tonight’s performance, A very dear friend of mine has agreed to perform tonight, though with a little bit of persuasion.’ Harvey mumbled the last part, getting a laugh from the crowd and a chuckle from yourself ‘She has a voice made by the gods above, though I don’t remember Thor being much of a singer. She can lure you in better than a siren, but I think that’s the other mythology’ he said cheekily.

‘Now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a dear friend of mine, Y/N Y/L/N!’ he introduced, that being your cue to emerge from the curtain, you stepped on staged and made your way over to the middle where he and the mic was, the spotlight following your movement. You waved and smiled at the crowd, glad there wasn’t much. Grasping the mic, you chuckled as the small crowd continued to clap.

‘Hi everybody’ you began, getting a hello in response from the crowd ‘Wow, thank you for the warm welcome and thank you Harvey for that unrealistic introduction’ you chuckled with the crowd, turning to Harvey who waved you off.

‘Now, taking something off of Harvey’s speech, I am made by no god or am one. Nor am I a siren from the Greek mythology. It did take some persuading to get me to do this and hopefully I don’t regret it.’ You laughed sheepishly.

‘I don’t normally sing on stage or in public really unless it’s karaoke with friends, which by the way is how I got tricked into doing this, so pardon me if I seem a bit nervous’ you smile shyly. Glancing back at Harvey, with a smile on his face, he nodded, pushing you to continue. Pulling out the rest of the confidence you still had stored, you turned back beaming at the crowd.

‘Now to not keep you waiting any longer, Paul if you will’ you gestured to the man on the piano and he nods before gliding his fingers along the keys, playing the start of the song. Letting out a breath, you closed your eyes, feeling the rhythm of the piano before singing the lyrics. Grabbing hold of the mic, you opened your eyes and began.

He'd take the world off my shoulders

If it was ever hard to move

He'd turn the rain to a rainbow

When I was living in the blue

You let your eyes flutter to a close as you gripped the mic firmly. Swaying your body occasionally to melody.

Why then if he is so perfect

Do I still wish that it was you?

Perfect don't mean that it's working

So what can I do? Ooh

Opening your eyes, you scanned the crowd, completely surprised by how the much you can see of the crowd seemed entranced.

When you’re out of sight

You saw you’re your friends in a booth over on the corner, the people entering the establishment.

In my mind

Then the bar where you found him, staring at you. You locked eyes with those beautiful ocean blue orbs that you love loved so much. Stumbling over your words, you nearly forgot about the song but once the piano keys hit the right note, your lips continued in autopilot.

Cause sometimes I look… in his eyes

And that's where I find

A glimpse of us

Eyes leaving contact, you scanned his entirety. The grey streaks at his temples have grown longer since the last time you saw him. The old clean-shaven face he used to don had a goatee. Prominent lines and creases were evident in his features and really the years have aged him well. He wore a suit, complete with a vest, a red handkerchief in the breast pocket and everything. A glass of whiskey at his side and he was still as handsome as the day you left. 

You closed your eyes once more, willing this to just be another trick or hallucination by your imagination. Though it was a horrid idea as memories of the day came back crashing onto you, you let them stay shut as you continued.

And I try to fall for his touch

But I'm thinking of the way it was

There you stood, as beautiful as the day he met you, if not more. In all your beauty, and the signature grin you adorned, you were radiant. Though the spotlight might have something to do with it, you were still a ray of sunshine through the darkest of clouds.

The rest of the world faded out to him and his mind finally faltered. There you were. Standing a few feet away as you introduced yourself. Your hair’s cut short, or at least shorter than the last time he’d seen you. Earrings hid behind your curls and the lightest bit of make-up was applied to your soft features. Though that didn’t hide the blossoming pink tint gracing your cheeks. Your lips glistened with the lip gloss you had on just like you use to. Smile lines drew at the corner of your eyes as you chuckled over your own words, explaining how you ended up in your current situation.

You always smiled, even when you were feeling down, you always smiled. Whether to hide what you were truly feeling or to just be nice to people, you always smiled. He nearly forgot how beautiful that smile was, with only his dreams used to recall that charming grin, since it has been a rarity for him to look you up or even open the box full of pictures during your years together. Even with the picture he kept in his nightstand, he rarely opened the drawer. Funny how this photographic memory of his nearly forgot the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen.

He listened to every single word you uttered as he looked and committed every single detail he could of you to memory. Your hair curled into soft waves, parted and pinned on one side. Your frame, fuller since the last time he saw your thin, nearly skeletal figure on that fateful night. You wore a wine-red wrap top that reached down to your wrists, paired with simple jeans and boots, you looked divine. The dip in the neckline of your shirt revealed the top of your cleavage but the gleaming gold necklace is what caught his attention. It was a simple gold bar plate though engraved with a heartbeat on one side. Common and a bit of a cliché now adays but what was special about that was it was an actual heartbeat. His. He gifted it to you when you both got accepted at Metro General. He explained that it was how his heart beat whenever he thought of you. As you tried to find the words to thank him, he made you turn it over to the other side to another engraving. You know I love you so, it said. A line from one of your favorite songs. He remembered how tears brimmed your eyes as you leaped to him, capturing his lip with yours.

What came as a shock to him now was that you were still wearing it. As he continued to look you over, the sound of your chuckle registered in his ears. God, he loves that sound. A sound he hasn’t heard long before you left. Looking back up to your face, he sees the girl he met all those years ago, buried under piles of books in the library on campus. The very same girl that chuckled at his horrible attempt at a flirtatious first introduction. A small smile tugged at his lips both at the memory and the sound. He hasn’t heard that sound in so long, it was a wonder when he heard it last. He just knew it was long before he fucked up and just chose to relish in the sweet sound now.

Now focusing and giving his undivided attention to your voice now, he listened.

‘I don’t normally sing on stage or in public really unless it’s karaoke with friends, which by the way is how I got tricked into doing this, so pardon me if I seem a bit nervous’ you laugh timidly. A chuckle bubbled at his throat as flashes of you singing whilst cooking in the kitchen of your tiny apartment came into view. Wearing nothing but his shirt as you flipped pancakes, singing from Coldplay to Queen at the top of your lungs or humming to Ed Sheeran whilst you worked and studied case filles.

He knew you enough to know that you were nervous, you didn’t have to say it. After all these years he still knew you better than the back of his scarred hands, heck better than he knows himself.

He saw you look to the side and his eyes followed, landing on the host from earlier. With a smile on his face, he nodded, giving you the reassurance you needed to continue with your performance. And it did, he saw how you pulled the last of your confidence before turning back to the crowd.

A pang of jealousy shot through him as he watched. I mean what did he expect, for you to be alone after all these years. A stupidly selfish part of him even hoped that you’d be waiting for him. To get his act together and you’d be back together. It was incredibly stupid; he knew that but that didn’t stop the creeping grip of jealousy from grasping his heart. As much as he knew how selfish the thought is, that didn’t stop the pain and hurt he felt seeing you look for reassurance in another man. Even after all these years.

The smile he had drawn up earlier had faded to a look of melancholy. It was good you had someone, he thought. Someone to be there for whenever you needed them the most, unlike him.

He watched as you turned and gestured to the pianist who nodded and started to fiddle with the keys. He watched as you took a breath, closed your eyes and began to sway to the smooth melody of the music. A small grin was itching at your lips. You were always more comfortable whenever listening to music and this was evident, unbeknownst to you.

Then you started to sing. You opened your eyes, took a firm grip at the mic and the lyrics just came dripping smoothly from your lips. That melodic voice of yours that he loves so much reminded him of the early mornings in the kitchen, the concerts in the shower and the lullabies to the kids under your care. Little did you know but the sound of your sweet voice always comforted him during the hardest times. He didn’t ask you to sing directly but he always listened whenever you hummed a simple tune or sang a song from some Disney movie to calm the kids in peds ward.

He took in every word that came from your lips. From what he’s heard so far from the first verse, it was about how the man lightened and took away the burden and sorrows the singer felt. The way you sang the song, it was beautiful. It was as if you were truly meaning the words that left your lips and he couldn’t help but feel the envy creeping back up at him, though at the same time, he’s conflicted with relief. He didn’t know if you’ve had someone during the past couple of years but as hurt as he is at the prospect of you with somebody else, it sort of gave him a sense of comfort thinking that you were getting taken care off. It eased some of the weight he felt and often times he thought maybe it was good that you separated. All he'd done with you the last few months of your relationship was hurt and neglect you and if you ever found someone that remedied that, maybe it was for the best that you left.

He watched your eyes flutter to a close again. The way your body moved to the melody of the music completely hypnotized him that his drink was deemed long forgotten.

Why then if he is so perfect, Do I still wish that it was you?

At those words, for some reason that gave him hope. He didn’t know if it was just the song but really, just the way you sang it made it seem all too genuine. He still loves you; he knew that very well. He also knows that he had a better chance in coming up with a new strategy in defeating Thanos (despite the many but one failed attempts he saw using the time stone), than ever getting back in a relationship with you.

You are the most kind, caring and understanding person he knew but you were also stubborn. He might have the chance in getting to apologize and to ask for forgiveness, but a relationship was a billion to one cosmic fluke. Though that didn’t stop him from wondering if you meant those words.

You opened your eyes and continued with the song. He noticed you looking at the growing mass of people watching. From the corner booths to the door, he knew from that growing look at your face that you were surprised to say the least at how many were captivated by your performance.

Then you met his gaze. Those soft blues meeting that beautiful shade of your own eyes. God, how much he loved those shining y/e/c orbs could never be put into words. How they twinkle in the light. The comfort and understanding they held and how they always seem to know he felt.

When he woke up from the crash, the first thing he longed to find were your eyes. The warmth, comfort and security they held, he ached to see those beautiful orbs because for the briefest moments he forgot everything but you. You were his main thought. He forgot about the fight, the neglectful months before, the pale, emaciated figure of yours that haunts his dreams, everything. Only the kind, gorgeous face of the woman he fell for all those years ago stayed in his mind because whenever he thought of comfort, the only thing that formed in his head was, no… is you.

He was hurt, in pain, his body ached, he could barely see let alone open his eyes. He needed comfort, he needed you. But when was life ever nice.

Instead, he was met with the fluorescent lights of the hospital room and the horrific sight of the mangled hands that once led a successful career in medicine. There was no warming gaze to be greeted with, only the sad sympathetic ones he now knows to be from the wrong woman and a cold, sterile room.

Cause sometimes I look… in his eyes

You stumbled over your words as you continued to look at each other. You continued singing but your eyes were locked together. Neither of you could look away. Your mouth moved on autopilot as your eyes lost the spark of a flame you had earlier, just like that night all those years ago, replaced by a reflection of the pain and grief he caused. The very same one that haunts his dreams.

A glimpse of us

You finished, your voice fading as the lyrics came to an end. As soon as the piano tuned out, you smiled and gave a little bow at the crowd who erupted in applause before leaving the stage in a hurry. Welled up tears spilled down warm cheeks as emotions and memories continued to riot your mind. After all these years he still managed to make you cry. Why can’t you move on?

You were quick on getting your belongings from the small prep area behind the stage however your plans of a speedy getaway were quickly ousted by the very same gentleman that perpetrated this whole ordeal.

‘You were amazing! The emotion you put in the performance…’ He continued to ramble on, looking past the curtain and to the roaring crowd cheering on for an encore, completely oblivious of his friend’s distraught state. ‘I mean the teary eyes, come on. Doctoring ever not work for you, acting could be something to con…’ he paused after finally getting a glimpse of you, swiftly wiping away tear streaks that ran down your cheeks but the growing redness in your eyes were dead give aways. ‘Shit’ finally piecing things together, he cursed, his attention fully set on you now. ‘It was real. Fuck, are you okay?’ he asked, finding it difficult figuring out what to do, yet a hint of urgency too as he still had to go back on stage.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.’ You swallowed, lying through your teeth. ‘I just… have to go’ you mumbled quickly, giving him a grin in hopes to resemble something as composed as the friend he knew. Though he knew you enough to know you were not ‘fine’, with great reluctance he let you go, rushing to the stage shortly after exchanging goodbyes and promising to check with him later.

As your friend went back on stage, you quickly took a survey of your appearance on a nearby mirror, making sure you didn’t look as dreadful as you felt. The bit of makeup you had on survived, however your eyes weren’t as forgiving being red. Nevertheless, you sped out to leave.

Considering your options, your only available exits were the front or back door and wanting to avoid individual who has left you in this state (just by being present), you turned to the corridor that lead to the back door but as unfortunate as you were, the exit was blocked by men hauling in delivery shipments and by the looks of things they weren’t going to be done any time soon.

You were antsy enough as it was and waiting by the second for them just added to your agitation. You really needed to leave now.  A lump was lodging itself on your throat and the air around you seemed to be thinning. You need to leave NOW.

Swallowing all the anxieties you had, you had no choice but to rush out the front. You stayed on the side, avoiding the patrons and the one in particular perched up at the bar but unlucky you (your luck really seemed to have vanished really), the man saw your abrupt departure, unbeknownst to you.

You made it out to the street and the open air was a fresh welcome, letting you finally breath, whereas the establishment you had left felt suffocating.

You thought it was done. That the lump in your throat would finally dissolve as you walked down the street, thinking that you had successfully avoided the now famed sorcerer of New York. The hero, Doctor Strange…

but when was life ever good to you.

‘y/n…’ he breathed out, catching the sight of you sprinting toward the doors he entered only moments before. It pulled him out of his reverie, wondering if he should talk to you, what he’d talk to you about, an apology perhaps, contemplation of your years together, however the sight of you pulled him out like it always did, especially in the beginning. He sometimes had the tendency to be too deep in thought, he’d ignore everything and everyone in his surroundings, but he always caught you. Your scent, your voice, let alone your image, it always drew him from his stupor. 

Now the sight of you cemented his thoughts.

Downing the last of his drink, he pulled a bill from his wallet and slammed it down the counter without so much as a look onto how much it was before he scurried out, chasing after you. (Like he should have done all those years ago)

He called out your name once he reached the sidewalk, turning left and right in search for you. The street wasn’t crowded much so it was easy to spot the figure stood still a few yards away to his right. With the last few rays of the dying sun and dim streetlight, he made out the curled head of hair the same shade as yours the figure had, and he just knew it was you.

‘Y/N!’ he nearly shouted, causing a few heads to turn in his direction but not yours. You kept your back to him as he sprinted your way. He knew you heard him. You would have kept on walking had you not.

It only took a second to reach you and when he did, he hesitated, not knowing what to do. He wanted to reach for you and plead for forgiveness. On his knees if he had to. Instead, he opted for another call for your name, hoping you’d finally face him.

And you did, after dropping your hands to your side, he heard a small sniff before you turned to him with your gorgeous smile and said (in a somewhat forced cheer in your voice)

‘Stephen. Hi’

‘Hi’ he replied densely. You idiot, he thought at how stupid his response was.

A silence fell over you both as Stephen canvassed your entirety now at a closer distance. He took in every graceful line, freckle and strand of hair he saw to memory. Every little detail he took in was as important as every breath he took. How bloodshot your eyes were didn’t go unnoticed though. Puffy around the eyelids from crying, red possibly from -he guessed- how hard you were rubbing them just before he reached you.  

Surprising thing is, it still broke his heart seeing the distress you so clearly were trying to hide. The thought of tears running down your cheeks, was illegal. They had no business in gracing your face yet, he can’t help but realize that he just keeps being the reason you were left in that state. Where were all these sympathies back then? He asked himself, the very night flashing through his mind.

‘Stephen’ you said again, taking him out of head again. He missed that though. His name coming off your lips. It brought him back to all the mornings with you in bed, tangled in sheets as the morning glory woke you up and you woke him up with that honey sweet voice with the say of his name. Stephen

‘Sorry, um…’ he coughed, trying to piece a sentence, words, anything really that didn’t end in three syllables.

‘You were wonderful’ he finally managed, okay that’s five ‘Back there at the bar…. you were amazing’ like always, he wanted to add but stopped himself, pointing back to where he just left.

‘Thank you’ you muttered, nodding your head before leaving it down to look at your shoes. The way you responded lacked any sort of confidence, as if you didn’t believe his words or yourself. Truthfully, you were never really the most confident, even back then but always did step up when the situation needed. Either that’s the reason or you didn’t believe him, which considering his case, why should you.

Your hands were fidgeting, he noticed. Running and marking the bones of one hand with your fingers tips before your nails would start to pick on skin. This was something new to him. A new nervous habit of yours he hadn’t known before, so it was most likely picked up after your separation.

The person in front of him wasn’t the same one he knew all those years ago yet, still so similar and the same. He remembers everything about you, so if anything of the woman he knew back then was still in there, he knew by how you were acting that you were uncomfortable, agitated.

‘Really, you were amazing’ he affirmed, really wanting you to believe him, or at least to believe how wonderful you really are. ‘Truly, but are you okay?’

He’d done it. Ask that stupid question and that’s what broke the dam, causing the river to run past it with no mercy.

He heard a laugh at first, your hand raising towards your face. The sound bordered on maniacal, nothing like the one he loved but familiar enough to know he has heard it before. Slowly, your head rose, your hand half covering your mouth, half wiping away the rivers that flowed down your cheeks. The sight finally triggered the memory he was looking for. It was all too similar to that night, it felt like déjà vu.

‘um’ you started, finally managing to say after that little fit ‘I could lie but what’s the point? No. I’m not. I’m not okay because you’re here. Fuck, I actually thought that I could get away from this but no, evidently not.’ You tried to reason, looking him straight in the eyes ‘Christ Stephen, I was okay. I was okay when I was singing, I was okay ten minutes ago but then you just came out of no where and now I’m not okay. I’m never okay whenever it comes to you. Not anymore.’ You spit like venom, unrelenting in your streak to get out all your pain because of him. ‘I thought I could be civil but… I-I’m tired. I’m sorry, I’m gonna go. Enjoy your night’ you hurried, saying your goodbyes and turning your back to him to walk away. You would have gone had he not called you back in such a pleading tone.

‘please’ he begs and for some reason and it compels you to listen. You halt your steps, you don’t turn around, but you do wipe away your tears and he takes that as his chance to apologize for everything. 

‘I’m sorry.’  He starts, his own eyes teary ‘I’m sorry for everything. You didn’t deserve what I did to you and it…’ he swallows that lump in his throat, trying to get the rest of his words out ‘it haunts me every day. You’re the kindest person I know, and I took you for granted. I was an arrogant piece of shit, too self-absorbed to even notice that the woman I love was working herself to death.’ You start to turn around ’You were the purest thing I knew and you didn’t deserve the monster I was. And I am so sorry for who I was then. I’ve changed or I’m trying to change, to be better than- than that monster that hurt you and I could only hope for your forgiveness because, you were always someone I never wanted to lose, and I did. By a stupid mistake and horrible decisions.’ His tears start to run, and you finally face him ‘I never wanted to let you go but I was hurting you more than I was loving you and I understand if I don’t get your forgiveness but, I am sorry. I am so sorry for hurting you. For taking you for granted. For not treating you how you deserved to be treated. For everything. You didn’t deserve what I did to you and hearing myself admit this… really just proves I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to know that I am sorry. I’m really sorry for what I did and that… that you deserve.’

You stare at him with tears running down both your eyes and he sees the same urge to wipe them away, in you. The hesitant twitch of your arm as if by instinct, to move and act on the need to clear away his tears and comfort him. At least that’s what he interprets the move of your arm because that’s exactly what you would have done, that’s exactly your character and he wants to do the same. To dry away your tears and take you in his arms in respite.

But you act against those thoughts, only balling your fist as some form of control. You stare into him, as if gauging to find the lie in his words yet there is none and he sees something in your eyes that he can’t explain before they dart away. He watches as you scan your surroundings, looking at the people likely to be watching you both but he didn’t care for them. He only cared about you.

When your eyes turned back to him, you closed them immediately, face scrunching as you desperately tried to hold back to tears but to him, it was as if you were so pained by the mere sight of him. He’d be lying if he said that it didn’t chip away a piece of his heart. 

Your head bowed for a bit as you tried to compose yourself but the words that left your lips once you rose again, only broke more of his heart.

‘You’re forgiven’ you were quick to say before turning back and walking away from him. He watched with wet cheeks, as you sped away from him, and he kept his gaze on you until you disappeared around the corner and then you were gone.

For what seemed like forever, he kept his eyes on that street corner, hoping for something that won’t happen. He knew that whatever he wanted wasn’t going to happen, but a man could hope, right? Though hopes are as easy to diminish as they are to ignite. Grief and disappointment, they tend to last.

The sun had set and streetlights and buildings are all that lit the side walk where Stephen stood. A man well known to the people and thus, there were those who were bound to watch the spectacle put on by the hero. Small crowds had formed over time as they watched the powerful sorcerer confess to the dreadful things he’s done to some doctor from before his fame, asking for forgiveness to all the terrible things he’s done.

To new passersby, they’d wonder why a hero of the city stood so stiff, looking at oblivion. They’d wonder for a minute without context before walking away with a shrug, figuring much more important things to think of.

Eventually, the crowd thinned to a trickle, til the lone man was all that remained the lone street, wondering what he had done to deserve you.

A/U: I've read this way too much to do a final proof read so sorry for all the grammatical mistakes and spellings and all that. Thanks for the read though

I'm hoping that the people who asked to be tagged don't mind me tagging them this late in the game and I hope you liked it. Hopefully it was worth the wait @strangesweetheart @evelynrosestuff @vesta-ro @doodle-cat16 @nabiilahadid @evansmusk @circe143 @dracoflaco

[ultralightpoe]

Haunted House - Stephen Strange

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: illusions to smut

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

It starts as a small whisper from a mother to her neighbor. “Did you hear about the witch and warlock?” The neighbor talked to her sister, this time whispering “The witches are running a haunted house.” Her sister tells her coworker about it, and on and on and on. 

Within days the news of ‘The Haunted House’ travels and everyone is preparing for it. Making plans to stop by on Halloween because who in their right mind would miss this?

But no one, NO ONE, was as excited as Stephen Strange. 

The sanctum was normally to remain hidden unless the person called to it, but on Halloween (and with proper protection spells of all the artifacts) he began a tradition of opening the sanctum to the world and unleashed his powers upon them…… but that wasn’t his favorite part of it all. 

No. 

His favorite part was you, his wife, and your natural power. 

You came from a coven when he met you, cocky and beautiful, everything about you powerful and smooth. You ended up saving him from a demon, showing him up in all but two moves before you vanished. 

It took months of this, you popping up and saving him, before he finally got your name. Wong had warned him about you, warned him about your coven as well. 

“They are purists, the witches are not to interact with warlocks or humans. If they find that she does, she could be stranded or worse killed.”

But Stephen couldn’t stay away, he was drawn to you. 

Months and months, seeing you became a natural thing and soon enough he was completely in love. Your coven expelled you, and though you had been upset about losing your mother and sisters you had agreed to marry him and you had formed a happy family with him. 

And there was one night a year that you allowed yourself to actually unleash the depth of your power. 

“America!” You call up the stairs, fixing your cliche witch hat once more before moving to fuss over the streamers on the railing. “Baby wizard come on, it’s nearly time!” 

“Coming!” She calls, and Stephen comes around the corner, leaning on the wall as he watches you fuss over the decorations before your adopted daughter rushes down the steps in her own wizard costume. 

“YOU LOOK GREAT!” You squeal, pulling her in and fixing the shoulders. 

“You’re not mad I chose wizard over witch?” America asks, allowing you to fuss over her.

“Absolutely not, I think you look great. Now where is-”

“Right here.” Stepen smiles before you even have to finish asking, turning slowly to show you his outfit. 

“Those are your normal robes, Strange. This is supposed to be-” He smiles and holds out his hand, allowing a fully decorated cloak to fly to him. Cobwebs and black paint over him, and the second he latches on the outfit Stephen had been wearing transforms into the sinister version of it. 

“Better? Mrs. Strange?”

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer to kiss him deeply before pulling back and clapping your hands. 

Stephen takes a moment to admire you, trying not to grow a hard on at your costume before you are finally ready to begin. 

“Alright, when the clock strikes 6 we will begin. A new round every hour. Understood?” 

“Ready.” America smiles. 

“I guess.” Wong sighs from his spot by the door, pretending not to be excited even though he was.

“Extremely ready!” Peter calls, swinging from the ceiling and landing next to America. Another one you had managed to adopt, you had ripped the memory curse and managed to allow everyone in the sanctum to remember him.  “Remind me of my role one more time.”

“You’re the dead man hanging, darling.” 

“Right. Got it.”

“Let’s begin then.” It takes everything in Stephen not to kiss you when you smile, your eyes shining that magnificent purple. He loved this holiday.

- 

The clock chimes 6 times, echoing out to the first crowd that had formed outside, bouncing on their feet excitedly as they wait for the Sanctum to appear, and once the 6th chime hits a heavy cloud of purple smoke appears and then the building is revealed. Gasps travel through the crowd as everyone pushes forward, stepping up the concrete steps happily. 

The doors open slowly, the purple smoke working as a fog as a serene voice rings out to the crowd, lulling them all in. “Come little children, I’ll take thee away-”

Janey, who had just turned 17 three days ago, takes a couple steps in and once 30 people had made it in the doors slam shut and the lighting goes down easily, everyone nearly surrounded in darkness as a purple cloud forms above them. “Follow me, if you dare….”

And there you were, Janey could do nothing but blink up at you as you emerged from the cloud, floating. You were everything. 

“It’s the witch of the sanctum!” Someone yells, pointing as if you weren’t the easiest thing to see in the room. You smile, a cheshire cat smile as you gesture for everyone to follow, leading them into your house of horrors.

- 

The last batch of people come in at 4 am, most of them college students not ready to end the night. You had to pull back the scares a bit so there were no incidents. But by the end of the night you are left on the stairs, laying down with a small smile as Stephen comes to find you. 

His touches are gentle as he lifts your head to sit on the stairs with you, laying your head on his lap and brushing your hair. 

“Have a fun night?”

“The best night ever.” You yawn. “Reminds me of my old home. Especially when the hellhound ended up chasing after that biker guy. If only he knew she was just a puppy who smelled bacon.”

“Why would he have a burger in his pocket, I still don’t understand that.” Stephen jokes, trying to ease the tension in his chest as he gazes at you. He knew you missed it, your family. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Warlock.” You whisper, sitting up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for letting me have fun tonight.” 

“I enjoy it, you are msot gorgeous when you’re not taming your powers….. But the medusa trick was a bit much this year.”

“I TURNED HIM BACK.” You defend, smiling from ear to ear. “But we might have to tone down a bit next year.”

“We?” He laughs and you shrug. “Fine. I might have to tone it down next year.”

He grabs your chin softly, pulling you close until his lips are grazing your own. “Don’t ever tone it down, Witch.”

“No problem, Warlock.” He lets himself kiss you then, opening a portal to your room and allowing himself to destroy you. 

- 

Janey goes to school, whispering about the house. She tells her friends of the smoke and how the witch had turned a man into solid stone and the hellhound. She tells them about the epic maze of blue star shaped portals that lead them from room to room, each one containing another world. 

The news travels about the hellhounds and the flying demons. The skeletons that walked amok and the young man that hung himself in the foyer at the end. (They didn’t know that Peter was using his webs as a harness and the spell you put on him made him unrecognizable)

By the time the police went to the address they found nothing but an empty warehouse, Stephens protection spells back in place keeping his witch and his family safely tucked inside. 

{Would love to write more about reader witchling and warlock Stephen}

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I did this for you

Pairing: Doctor Strange Supreme/Reader

Summary: Time hung in suspension as the Watcher's dispassionate voice echoed, "You were supposed to let her die, Strange." Stephen, fueled by a stubborn will to defy fate, roared in defiance, "But the world shouldn't pay for my arrogance! Punish me. Not the world! Not Y/N!"

Warnings: Talking of suicide/suicide attempt

In the desolate remnants of a collapsing universe, Doctor Strange Supreme clung to the one thing he managed to salvage—Y/N. Their reunion, though victorious, was overshadowed by the impending doom that loomed over them. Stephen desperately pleaded with the Watcher, his voice echoing through the void, "Please! You can undo this!" The Watcher, a stoic figure bathed in cosmic light, scoffed at Stephen's plea. The universe, still unraveling, seemed indifferent to the sorcerer's struggle. Stephen strained against the impending chaos, attempting to wield his powers to stave off the inevitable.

But the universe, wounded and irrevocably damaged, resisted his efforts.

Y/N, bewildered and terrified, watched as Stephen battled forces beyond comprehension. Her eyes reflected the fear that gripped her soul, unable to grasp the cosmic turmoil surrounding them. Stephen, torn between saving Y/N and preserving the collapsing reality, looked at her with a mix of regret and determination.

Time hung in suspension as the Watcher's dispassionate voice echoed, "You were supposed to let her die, Strange." Stephen, fueled by a stubborn will to defy fate, roared in defiance, "But the world shouldn't pay for my arrogance! Punish me. Not the world! Not Y/N!" He strained against the cosmic forces, trying to shield Y/N from the impending cataclysm. The Watcher, an observer bound by the immutable laws of the multiverse, scoffed at the desperate sorcerer. "You knew the consequences of your actions, Stephen. The threads of fate cannot be rewoven once severed."

As the universe crumbled, Stephen's powers faltered. Y/N, caught in the chaos, gazed at him with fear, unknowingly witnessing a being torn between love and the burden of his own sins. The sorcerer, fueled by the urgency to protect Y/N, channeled the dark and forbidden magic he had harnessed in his pursuit of power. His hands moved with an almost frantic grace, attempting to hold back the impending collapse.

"You can't defy fate, Strange," the Watcher intoned, a voice untouched by sympathy. "You were warned of the consequences."

Stephen, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, met Y/N's gaze one last time. "I won't let you go. I won't lose you again," he vowed, his voice filled with a desperate determination. Stephen refused to succumb to the inevitability. With a surge of raw magical power, he attempted to create a pocket dimension, a sanctuary from the collapsing cosmos. His eyes glowed with an ethereal intensity as he strained against the cosmic forces tearing at the fabric of existence.

The Watcher, indifferent to the sorcerer's plight, withdrew from the collapsing reality, leaving Stephen and Y/N alone in the fragile sanctuary of the pocket dimension the sorcerer created. As the entity faded into the cosmic void, the echoes of its parting words lingered, a haunting reminder of the irreversible consequences. With the collapsing universe held at bay, Stephen's trembling form fell to his knees. The once-mighty sorcerer now appeared vulnerable, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his failures. Tears streamed down his face, his anguished sobs echoing in the ethereal confines of the pocket dimension.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N," Stephen whispered through choked sobs, unable to meet her gaze. The reality he had fought so desperately to preserve had shattered, and he found himself ensnared in the merciless grip of remorse. But Y/N, standing at a safe distance, seemed oblivious to the cosmic cataclysm that had transpired. The disorientation etched across her face betrayed her lack of comprehension. "This must be a joke, right? Right?" she stammered, her voice tinged with confusion. “We were just at the gala... weren't we?" Panic laced her words, the dissonance between her memories and the shattered reality causing her distress.

Y/N approached Stephen tentatively, her eyes filled with both concern and fear. "You were something weird just minutes ago, and now... What's happening?" Her voice trembled, mirroring the uncertainty that enveloped the surreal pocket dimension.

Stephen, unable to meet her gaze, raised his head. His tear-stained eyes reflected the profound regret etched onto his face. "I tried to save you. I thought I could fix everything," he admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of failure. As Y/N attempted to grasp the unfolding chaos, Stephen's shoulders shook with the intensity of his grief. "I never wanted you to be a part of this. I never wanted any of this," he confessed, his words a desperate plea for understanding.

Y/N's panic escalated into hysteria as she confronted the shattered reality that surrounded her. "No, don't give me that bullshit! What the fuck happened?" she demanded, her voice a mixture of desperation and frustration. The surreal circumstances, the shattered memories, and the dissonance of the situation fueled her distress.

Stephen, still on his knees, finally summoned the courage to look into Y/N's eyes. His own were red and swollen from tears. "I..." he began, his voice breaking as he struggled to find the right words to explain the unfathomable. He recounted the devastating event—the car accident that claimed Y/N's life. The unbearable grief that followed led him to seek solace in Kamar-Taj, where he embraced the arts of sorcery. In his pursuit of power, he discovered the Eye of Agamotto, a mystical artifact housing the Time Stone—a relic capable of bending time itself.

With a tremor in his voice, Stephen explained that Y/N's death had been deemed an absolute point in time, an event immutable even by the powers of the Time Stone. The Ancient One had warned him of the dire consequences of tampering with such pivotal moments, cautioning that altering this absolute point could unleash chaos and destruction upon the world. But Stephen, consumed by grief and blinded by his desperation to save Y/N, disregarded the warnings. He delved into forbidden knowledge, absorbing creatures and harvesting their magical essence for centuries, accumulating power beyond mortal comprehension.

"But I didn't care," Stephen admitted, his voice wrought with remorse. "I couldn't bear to live without you. The world, the universe—it all meant nothing to me without you by my side."

Y/N's laughter, a bitter and incredulous sound, cut through the heavy air as Stephen finished his agonizing confession. "You're a fucking idiot," she spat, the words a searing indictment of the sorcerer who had wrought chaos in the name of love. Stephen, still sobbing, reached out to comfort her himself . He longed for the solace of connection, a reassurance that the woman before him could somehow understand the depths of his regret. "Y/N..." he began, his voice pleading.

But Y/N recoiled, a mixture of disbelief and fear etched across her face. "Don't fucking touch me. I don't even know if you're my Stephen," she yelled, her eyes filled with a wariness that mirrored the shattered reality surrounding them.

Confusion and desperation contorted Stephen's features. "What? Y/N—"

"I don't know you!" she interrupted, her voice laced with frustration and anguish.

"You went back in time, manipulated the universe, absorbed creatures for centuries? You're not the man I loved. You're some twisted version of him, some monster who thought he could play with time and cheat death."

Y/N took a step back, eyeing Stephen with a mix of trepidation and disbelief. The sorcerer, his soul laid bare by Y/N's accusatory words, choked on the truth that had unfolded. "A monster? You think—I'm a monster?" he whispered, the weight of her judgment pressing upon him like a crushing burden.

Y/N, her gaze unwavering, met his eyes with a haunting intensity. "I don't even know if it's really you," she declared, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Stephen, desperate to bridge the widening gap, reached out once more. "Y/N, please. I did all of this because I couldn't bear to lose you. I thought I could save you, no matter the cost."

But Y/N remained steadfast, her gaze unmoving. "Save me? You dragged me into your madness. This isn't saving. This is a nightmare."

“Y/N, all I did was for you ," Stephen pleaded, his voice desperate, the echoes of his anguish reverberating in the dissonant pocket dimension.

"For me? What did you do for me, Stephen Strange? Huh?!" Y/N snapped, her anger a blazing wildfire. "You killed billions. You killed my family, your brother, our friends, innocent people, the whole universe!" The weight of the world, the ‘collateral’ damage of Stephen's pursuit, hung heavy in her accusatory words.

Stephen, unable to bear the onslaught of truth, covered his ears as if attempting to shield himself from the damning reality. "Please... no—stop," he begged, his voice a shaky whisper.

But Y/N, fueled by a righteous anger, refused to relent. "Look around you! You did this!" she exclaimed, gesturing to the fractured and chaotic remnants of the pocket dimension.

Tears streamed down Stephen's face as Y/N continued her tirade. "No... No. Stop," he pleaded, his heart breaking with each accusation hurled at him.

"I said fucking look around you!" Y/N's anger intensified, a tempest of emotions unleashed upon the sorcerer. Stephen, overwhelmed and tormented, snapped. His eyes glowed with a different intensity, a manifestation of the dark forces that had seeped into his very being. "I said stop! Fucking stop! " he yelled, the words resonating with an otherworldly power. The pocket dimension trembled in response to Stephen's tumultuous emotions. The fractured reality seemed to mirror the fractured psyche of the sorcerer who had dared to play with the fabric of existence. Oh, that wasn’t good.

As Y/N watched in stunned silence, Stephen, unable to contain the tumult of emotions within him, began losing control of his human form once more. The doctor cried out as his human body started to fall apart. His fingers on his left hand began to tremble and morph into tentacles. His wings sprouted from his shoulders and slammed into the walls of the pocket dimension. Then he experienced his vertebrae horrifyingly fracturing into something before developing into a tail. He wanted to puke, even he was repulsed by himself. He wailed once more as Y/N screamed at him? Stephen was unable to maintain his balance and the side of his face hit the ground below him. His body had stopped responding to him, and his brain was throbbing.

As Stephen, consumed by panic, curled into himself, the pocket dimension echoed with ominous creaks and cracks. His breaths ragged and uneven, he seemed trapped in the clutches of his own unraveling mind. The doctor writhed in physical agony, the monstrous manifestation contorting him and Y/N rushed to his side. "Stephen?" she called out in concern, but he only groaned in response.

Casting aside her anger, Y/N knelt beside Stephen, her eyes wide with helplessness. “Do something!” She exclaimed as she felt a tentacle rounding around her leg slightly

His cries of anguish echoed in the cavernous emptiness of the pocket dimension. "I can't—I... Y/N. It hurts so much," Stephen sobbed, his words a tortured admission of the agony consuming him. The swirling chaos of his monstrous form only intensified, and Y/N felt the eerie tentacle's grip tighten further. Okay, he needs to calm down so we won’t fucking die.

"Y/N...?" Stephen's pained voice wavered as he attempted to get up, his head pounding with an intensity that made every movement an agonizing endeavor. The mystical cloak attached to him, sensing his instability, fluttered and swirled, trying to keep him upright. Y/N, desperate to help, positioned herself beside him, attempting to steady the sorcerer in the throes of his monstrous transformation.

"Stephen, I'm sorry—no! Don't try to get u—" Y/N's plea was cut short as Stephen, struggling against the debilitating pain, almost fell on her. With a desperate attempt to regain control, he managed to stop himself from literally collapsing onto her, supporting his weight with his hands.

He stopped just short of falling completely, his hands—no longer human —pressed against the ground on either side of Y/N. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Oh, fuck... okay. Shit." Y/N's voice held a mix of exasperation and concern as she found herself practically trapped beneath Stephen. His face had so many eyes, but the ones she focused on were the ones that were looking at her with infinite sadness. Oh Stephen..

Struggling to free herself from beneath Stephen, Y/N found her efforts thwarted by his unsteady weight. She shifted and squirmed, attempting to slide out, but it seemed that each move only entangled her further. "Great..." she muttered under her breath, frustration evident in her voice. Stephen, groaning in discomfort, was at least aware of the predicament. The pounding in his head intensified, and he winced, realizing the toll of his defiance against the natural order. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, a small reprieve emerged—the pocket dimension ceased its self-destruction. The fragments of the shattered universe, held together by the last vestiges of Stephen's magic, stabilized.

Y/N, realizing that attempting to move was futile at the moment, shifted her focus to Stephen. "Hey, are you alright?" With Y/N still trapped beneath the cloak and Stephen's weakened state, a muted irony colored his response as he managed to sit up slightly, leaning against a nearby wall. His wings and tentacles remained motionless as he remarked with a dry tone "I'm great, really.” She settled against the opposite wall as she managed to get up from under him, a heavy silence hanging in the air.

“I should be more scared.." she admitted with a heavy sigh, her gaze fixed on Stephen. But she wasn’t. She was concerned and angry. His response carried a wince, acknowledging the truth behind her words. "Probably," he conceded as he tucked his wings closer to hide his face.

Y/N's emotions, held in check by a delicate balance of anger and concern, finally broke free. Tears welled up in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the overwhelming weight of the recent events. Stephen, his own exhaustion evident, couldn't find the words to console her. As Y/N's tears fell, a strange warmth enveloped her. The once elegant blue dress and heels transformed into comfortable clothes and Converse shoes, a subtle magic weaving comfort into the surreal pocket dimension. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it spoke volumes about the connection between the sorcerer and her.

In a voice barely above a whisper, Y/N expressed her gratitude, "Thank you." The tentacles, dormant until now, stirred to life along with Stephen's tail, a response that mirrored the depth of emotion swirling within him.

Y/N's quiet voice cut through the stillness, her eyes searching Stephen's for answers. "So this is it? I won't wake up from a nightmare? We'll be stuck here forever?" The weight of uncertainty hung in the air, the echo of her words blending with the remnants of the universe that surrounded them. Stephen, meeting her gaze, struggled to find a response. The reality of their situation, trapped in this fractured refuge, was an unspoken truth neither wanted to fully acknowledge. His tentacles and tail swayed in a hesitant dance, reflecting the turmoil within. “I don't know," he admitted, his voice carrying a somber honesty.

Y/N's despair manifested in silent tears as she buried her face into her knees. The weight of the unknown future pressed heavily upon her, and Stephen, still and contemplative, grappled with the consequences of his actions. The fractured refuge echoed with the sobs that escaped from the depths of her grief.

A heavy silence enveloped them, broken only by Stephen's haunting words. "Maybe I should have killed myself," he uttered, a raw admission that cut through the stillness. Y/N, lifting her tear-streaked face, stared at him in disbelief. "I wanted to do it. Five times, actually," Stephen continued, his admission hanging in the hollow space. A deep sigh escaped him, his gaze distant as he faced the haunting echoes of his past

Stephen walked.

The light of the moon and the stars guided his way.

He visited Donna and Y/N’s grave earlier that night. It was always so quiet.

He found a little hill near Y/N’s grave. With a lot of flowers. It was nice. Pretty like her.

He sat on the ground and looked up.

In the end, she loved him. And he loved her. Too much that is.

He missed her bad jokes.

The gun felt cool in his hand, warm against his temple. “Y/N..what did the green grape said to the purple grape?”

A laugh.

Breathe, you idiot.

Stephen took a breathe.

And then—

"But I was a coward. Ironic, isn't it? I couldn't even take my own life—but I took the life of a universe." Y/N's tears intensified, her hand pressed against her mouth as emotions threatened to overwhelm her. In a moment of vulnerability, she disregarded the complexities of Stephen's past actions and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him. Despite his imposing form, he embraced her gently, claws and all. "I'm sorry," Stephen whispered, his voice carrying the weight of remorse. Y/N, still avoiding eye contact, didn't pull away.

"That doesn't mean I'm still not angry... and terrified," she admitted, her words muffled against his shoulder. "We'll talk about... everything," Stephen assured, his tone carrying a sincerity that resonated in the fractured haven. Y/N nodded, acknowledging the need for conversation amidst the cosmic echoes that surrounded them.

"We've got nothing left but time."

Notes: Love my tentacle boy, but he had done wrong. 😔 AND THEY DID HIM DIRTY IN THE LAST EPISODE FROM SEASON 2.

Either way, I’m writing a lot of things with him at the moment so um..if anybody even reads this. I’m sorry?

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Until Eternity | Vampire!Strange Supreme

Summary: Fate took you away from him. Now that he found you centuries later, will he let the same fate happens to you again?

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: ANGST with eventual smut. Slow burn with feels, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, blood (briefly because duh). Happy Ending**

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N: I’m back for today, y’all (literally the only day i’m free 😭). I hope you enjoyed it. I spent literally a month on this (and I kind lowkey not happy with the ending because it feels rush lmao). Nevertheless, I hope you liked it. I don’t know why I haven’t written Strange Supreme at all since he’s my most favorite one???? If you enjoyed it, comment and reblog is greatly, greatly appreciated. I love to hear about your thought on this, because besties, there’s a lot to unpack.

*** Please do not copy/plagiarize my work, or repost it anywhere else.

Stephen stood in the silent darkness, blending into the night as the smell of petrichor permeated the air. 

The rain had just begun to fall upon the earth, soaking every dry crevice with life once more, marking the end of a long, brutal summer, and ushering in the long-awaited autumn. The leaves were just slowly turning red, and the warmth of the summer air barely departed even if it was already October.

His eyes glowed dimly beneath the moonless night, pale and sharp, almost colorless by the way the glacial blue slowly faded to silvery white. His skin was ashen, cool like marble–a contrast to dark circles under his eyes. He looked almost sickly by the way his skin hung over his sharp cheekbones.

A cruel fate, he mused as his lips pulled back, revealing the sharp, pearly canines as he looked down at his gloved hands. Centuries have passed and his heart still hoped that one day the universe would return to what once was his. He had traveled the world, searching in every corner of the world, yet he found himself back here once again.

Standing in the mask of the shadow, watching from afar as his eyes could see, feeling breathless once more as if it was the first time he had laid eyes upon you. A pessimist he was, Stephen couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the sudden burst of warmth that flooded his cold, unbeaten heart. It was like an ocean, filling up the trenches of the scars that were left when he lost you. 

How cruel was the fragility of mortality–ripping you away from him over and over again? 

The wickedness of the universe, punishing a creature like him to eternal damnation– devoiding him of any joy for all eternity—perhaps as a punishment to balance the universe once more for the deed he had done–for daring to try and cheat death; the defiler of the natural law.

But now he finally found you. Again.

Upon centuries of searching through endless, fractured hope of his–centuries of loneliness was nothing compared to the sliver of hope you have given him at the moment. And by the grace of the Damn, he won’t let you go ever again.

Taking a deep breath, Stephen could smell your scent lingering heavily among the crowd, far sweeter with a tinged for floral notes–like honey and lavender coursing through your veins, making his mouth salivate. All of his rationality wavered between hunger and needs.  The thought of tasting you upon his tongue–the smell of your scent overwhelming him once more, and he couldn’t push the thought away. 

How long had he yearned to be close to you, yet the anticipation scared him? The what-if questions, whether you would find him suitable to be a lover or companion scared him more than the light of the sun itself. 

Surely, turning to ashes was less painful than your rejection.

He wanted to laugh at the thought. How pathetic he was–a creature who could swallow a world terrified of a mortal woman…

No, he shook the thought away. You were more than that to him.

You were his heart, his soul, and his star–his compass that guided him on the right path. You were the reason his unbeaten heart remained hopeful.

His attention shifted once more from his thoughts at the sound of your laughter rang in the night. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as you pulled a man into a hug before saying goodbye. He knew he was your friend, but it didn’t stop his heart from feeling a pang of jealousy. Oh, how he wishes to touch you.

 Stephen’s eyes continued to follow you, though he remained where he stood, not wanting to draw any attention to himself.

He watched you looking both ways at the crosswalk, waiting for the traffic to die out a bit. As you took a few steps forward, he heard from the far distance, the tire-screeching sound heading your way, but of course, you were unaware of that.

He listened closely as the truck rounded the corner–so quickly for any mortal to react, and without any consideration of the traffic. He told himself again that he won’t interfere. If fate meant for you and him to not exist at the same time, then he should let it—then images of you dying before him over the course of his immortality flashed before his eyes, and every rationality left him.

“Fuck it,” he said, using his power to transport himself. 

He reappeared less than a second later like a rush of energy, bursting through the sound barrier with a loud bang, sending the speeding truck barreling off the road and straight into a metal pole. He had already caught you in his arms while he reappeared, whisking you away to safety.

A few moments later, five police cars came into halting screech as police rushed out to pull the suspects out of the wreckage. Stephen gazed down at your frightening form, trembling in his arms like a baby animal. Your eyes were wild. Fear permeated from your blood and straight to his nose, reeking of sickly sweet scent like spoiled fruits that were left under the sun too long.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at you. 

You couldn’t answer him, except to nod. 

His eyes scanned your body quickly, surveying for any scratches or wounds. He would not figure himself, nor the driver if there were any marks on you. He relaxed once he noticed that there were no scratches on you.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” he muttered to himself under his breath as he stood there with you still in his arms. He could feel your body trembling in his arms while your heartbeat frantically, pumping the blood in your veins with effort.

Your adrenaline was still pumping in your veins as you stared up. Your breathing was still heavy, inhaling every mouthful of air into your lungs as they allowed you to. 

Stephen could feel the burning sensation growing stronger the more he breathed in your scent. It became too apparent and it made his body tremble with needs from blood lust alone. It shouldn't have happened because he was feeding just before he came to check on you tonight. 

Stephen mentally groaned. You were his undoing indeed. Yet, he longed for it–for you.

“Wh–how did you do that?” You finally were able to speak as you looked wildly up at the man and then at the wreckage. It was impossible what just happened—the speed of the truck, and him—he was on the other side of the road, and then in a blink of an eye, he was here, whisking you away in his arms, away from this wreckage…

Stephen carefully set you down on your feet and took a step back, trying to create a distance between the two of you. But he quickly changed his mind when your legs gave out. It was best to simply let you use him for support.

“Do what? Pulling you out from incoming traffic?”  His voice was too calm. 

You stared up taken aback by how relaxed he was–it was almost as if he wasn’t scared or terrified of it. A normal human would be shaken by just pure adrenaline alone, but this man–this man simply looked bored.

“I saw you across the street a few minutes ago, you can’t possibly get here this fast–”

“I think you mistake me for someone else, miss,” he quickly cut you off, and a small part of you snapped. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline that was left in you or if was it something else. Whatever it was, you really didn’t appreciate what he just said to you.

“Look I am grateful that you saved my life, but what I don’t appreciate is you gaslighting me into thinking that what I saw earlier wasn’t right.” Your voice wavered between anger and wanting to cry. There were so many things happening all at once, and as your body slowly came down from the high, it slowly registered to your brain that you almost died. For this man—this stranger to just blatantly lie in your face, you were beyond furious. 

“And what do you want me to say to that?”

You narrowed your eyes for a few seconds. He was self-assured. You didn’t understand why he had the need to lie to you about it.

You exhaled sharply through your nose. “I don’t know.  Just something that would help me rationalize all of this. At least tell me your name.”

“It’s for the best if we remain strangers, miss. Have a good night.”

His voice sounded so sad. It made you even more eager to understand him. 

When he turned to walk away from you, you instinctively grasped his hand, but all you got was his leather glove. Stephen halted immediately and looked at you with uncertainty and horror as you stood there, looking at his glove and then at his hand. 

Stephen quickly snatched the glove away from you because he couldn’t afford to have your scent linger on his belongings way more than it is right now. Every cell in his body was buzzing and craving for you, and the more time he spent with you, the more he felt all of his sanity slowly slipping away from him.

It would not be long before his hunger dictated all of his wills. 

Your fingers grazed him by accident. Stephen quickly pulled himself away as if he was burned by your touch.

You sucked in your breath sharply at how cool his skin was, but suddenly you felt yourself slipping into the darkness. Your ears range briefly before you feel like your whole body is being submerged underwater.

The noise around you drowned out, melted into a jumble of sound till there was silence. Your body went limp. Images flashed before your eyes like one of those old times in movies. It was blurry, but then the images were clear.

Your brows pulled into a deep frown, watching images of a woman—no it was you, but it wasn’t you at the same time. You flinched at the sudden noise that seemed to emit from the scenes before you. You were smiling and laughing, dressing like one of those old-timey clothes with a man. You weren’t sure of who he was at first, but he felt familiar. Upon further inspection, you found yourself gasping. 

It was the stranger—he was looking exactly like you saw him, except that he looked happier. You were kissing and laughing while holding onto each other.

 “I, Y/N. Take you, Stephen Strange, as my lawfully, wedded husband,” you heard the woman say before she–or you kissed him. 

She–no, you and him was standing under the pale light, wearing a long flowing white dress. There was nothing but the soft, flickering amber from the candlelight illuminating. There were no guests, nor anyone else at the altar, except for the two figures. You felt your chest swell with a sudden burst of happiness, but the scenes soon flashed to a much somber one. 

You were now laying in bed, looking deathly sick. The man was sobbing and holding onto your hands. Crimson tears rolled down his sharp cheekbones, falling onto your white gown, till it was deep red. He was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it well enough because the scene was suddenly cut short. All you remembered was his eyes–they were as they are now–dark, sad, and somber, marred with dark circles, and brimmed with bloody tears.

A loud gasp slipped past your lips, and you felt your body slowly fall. You expected the pain to shoot through you, but it never came.

You blinked as the darkness that covered your vision slowly slipped away. Dim light slowly pours into your line of vision. Your first image was the man once again, looking at you with a concerned look. His eyes were pale blue, almost too pale, you realized. He looked almost otherworldly, yet he was familiar.

“Are you alright?” He asked. His deep, baritone voice sent a wave of warmness through you. 

You frowned when you realized that you were once again back where you were. Tears slipped from your eyes. Your hand slowly reached up with uncertainty to touch his face. The coolness of his skin didn’t shock you anymore as his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to protest, but you felt his whole demeanor shift.

Stephen closed his eyes, savoring the way your warmth felt against his skin. It felt strange, yet familiar at the same time–something that he longed for centuries yet never dared to dream of being this close.

“Stephen…” 

He opened his eyes to find you looking at him with confusion. You sounded uncertain as if you were testing the name on your lips for the first time.

“Your name is Stephen Strange, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t utter the words except that he was nodding slowly in admission. He had yet to reveal himself to yet–

“I–” you started, but frowned to find a better word. “We met before, didn’t we?”

“I don’t know what you mean. This is the first time I see, miss. I’ve said it many times before–”

“Your name is Stephen Strange and I was your wife…in another life–I don’t know which one it is, but perhaps a long time ago.” You struggled to understand yourself as words fell from your mouth. Tears were still rolling down your face, and you didn’t understand why. Your chest hurt so badly every time the images flashed in your mind.

Stephen remained quiet as you continued.

“They were your memories, weren’t they–or were they mine?”

Stephen stared at you for a long moment as you struggled to make sense. He wanted to admit it, but he was scared of what fate has in store for him in this lifetime.

“You won’t believe what I have to say,” he finally spoke. 

“Why is that?”

“Because I know you,” he said quietly. “It happened so many times that I just know you won’t believe me.”

“What do you mean “too many times”?” you asked as you took a step forward. Stephen found himself stepping back. 

He looked around and there were people lingering. “Do you trust me?”

You frowned, unsure why he asked you this but you nodded. A small part of you was afraid though, and Stephen felt too by the way the sickly, sweet scent permeated your body.

Stephen’s lips pressed together into a tight, thin line. If only you knew how capable he was at inflicting worse things than what you feared…

“I have no reason to kill you,” he said softly as if he could read your mind, looking more sad than offended. It was in your nature to fear a creature like him. “I just want to give you the answer that you want.”

“Fine. Then show me.”

The heavy, wooden doors groaned as he pushed them open, revealing a grand staircase that led up to the darkness. The place smelled of old books and leather. As soon as you stepped inside, the heavy doors slammed shut with a dull thud, startling you in the process. 

“What is this place?” you asked softly, yet your voice sounded louder in the silent darkness. 

Amber light slowly illuminates the dark, emptiness, revealing rows and rows of floor-to-ceiling bookcases. 

“My home,” he said softly. 

“So you brought me to your home…to show me what exactly?”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

You thought for a bit and shrugged. “What’s that have to do with anything?”

Stephen took a candelabra and motioned you to follow him up the stairs. They creaked beneath your feet as you followed him not too far behind. He briefly turned before holding up the light to reveal a portrait.

Your eyes widened.

“You and I have met many times before over the course of centuries,” he started as your eyes bored into the portrait of you and him, dressing in the exact clothes you saw a moment ago. “The last time we met, we managed to get married and live happily together, until–”

“Until I suddenly died…” you finished his sentence. “I saw it–I died in this house, didn’t I?”

“You died from consumption–tuberculosis in the modern term. We only married for a few months,” he said almost sadly. “I wanted to save you, but I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“To save you means you have to become what I am, and I couldn’t live knowing that I have made you suffer the same way that I was.”

“So you're just letting me die like that?” you frowned, not understanding his reason.

“We weren’t meant to be together,” he said softly. “The first time I tried to cheat death—to prevent death from happening to you, it made me become this,” he said as he slowly revealed his true form to you.

His eyes were now glowing almost subtly against the dim light. His bluish veins were becoming more visible on the surface of his pale skin. His canines elongated. His fingers were black, his nails sharp almost like claws.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, but you remained where you were. 

“The spell that I was trying to cast had somehow doomed me to walk the night, and become this horrid creature. Tell me again why I would want you to suffer the same fate as me?”

“So you just watch me die, over and over again?” you frowned.

“It’s the only way,” he said softly.

“No, Stephen. It’s not the only way. If you love me like you said you do, you would have saved me then instead of wallowing in this self-pity of yours,” you snapped. “I-I just don’t understand why–”

“Your death is an absolute point in the universe,” he cut you off. “No matter what I do, you and I weren’t meant to be together.”

“So you're just going to let it happen like that?” 

“Y/N, please you must understand.”

“What do you fear, Stephen Strange?” you asked as you walked toward him till you could touch his face. Stephen closed his eyes and leaned into your touch almost immediately. 

“You,” he said softly. “I am afraid of existing in a world without you.”

“But you refused to turn me, and instead you continue to chase after me like this?”

Stephen swallowed for the very first time as if you had hit the nail on the head. 

“What are you really afraid of, Stephen?” you asked again.

You could see red liquid pooled in his eyes before he looked down as if he was ashamed to admit it. You cradled his face in your hands and you saw that his crimson tears now stained his pale skin. 

“Losing you forever,” he said softly. “I don’t want your existence to get completely erased from the universe, Y/N.”

“Is that what you think will happen if you turn me?”

He nodded reluctantly. Stephen didn’t know about it himself, but he didn’t want to think about it. The fear consumed him far too much and for far too long. 

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair for me to have you make a choice for me over and over again?”

Stephen didn’t say anything. You gently pulled him down until he could feel your breath fanned over his face. Fear no longer permeated off you, but a rather new scent–a tantalizing one.

“Why did you save me earlier if I was fated to die then and there.”

“I just found you,” he said softly. 

Your eyes flickered from his down to his lips. You could feel your heart quickening the closer you got to him. “So you wanted to be selfish and save me for a bit before you let me go. Again and again, and again.”

“Please don’t say it like that. I do love you so much that I’m willing to rip this world apart for you.

For a minute, you believed him. You didn’t know the sort of power or ability he possessed at the moment, but you knew he meant it when he said those words. 

Without a thought, you leaned in and kissed him. Stephen was surprised but welcomed your kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist, while the other one cradled your face. You shuddered at the way the coolness of his skin felt against yours. He was slow and careful at first. Each movement was precise and calculated as if he was afraid to hurt you. 

You moaned into him before you opened your mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue inside. Stephen was still reluctant to completely allow himself to be immersed completely in his desires, but you pushed him. 

Oh, you pushed him alright. 

Without a thought, you slowly take a few steps back, pushing him until his hard body hits the wall with a soft thud. Stephen gasped in surprise. You could see him smirking for the very first time, and for that small moment, your mouth captured him once again.

You kissed him with urgency, while your hands laid flatly against his chest. You couldn’t feel his heart beating, but you know it doesn’t matter anyway. You weren’t meant to be together so if the universe decided to say “fuck you” to you, you might as well take this opportunity and give him a memory that would last another lifetime.

Your fingers slowly trailed down his body, feeling the way his taut muscles strained and contracted underneath your palms.

Stephen hissed as he felt your hand covering his growing bulge. He quickly pulled away from your kiss and looked into your eyes.

“You are much bolder this time around,” he commented as he took both of your hands in his. Your eyes widened at the realization of how large his hands were. 

“I build differently this time around,” you joked before standing to your tippy toe to kiss him again. “I also don’t want to die without knowing what’s it like to have sex with a vampire, so maybe I’m just trying to make a good memory for both of us.”

Stephen’s eyes seemed to soften when he chuckled. He looked more human when he laughed, you realized. He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed him almost too gently. 

“I assure you, it’s not that much different than what you know,” he smirked before he suddenly bridged-carrying you into one of the large rooms.

The candlelight suddenly came to life as you and he entered. Stephen gently laid you down on the large, plush bed before he slowly loosen the tie around his neck.

You were mesmerized by the way his long, thick fingers undone those buttons. Your mouth went dry when he began to undress. Your eyes followed a trail of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband. Stephen noticed your hungry look and chuckled softly before he knelt astride your body.

“Is this some sort of a perk of being a vampire?” you asked as you let your fingers graze over the deep ridges of his abdomen. He didn’t seem to mind, which only encouraged you to explore his body more.

“I’m not quite sure what you mean,” he murmured against your skin as he lazily suckled at your neck. 

“Being hot,” you said bluntly, and if Stephen could blush, he would have been a deep shade of red by now.

“Is that what you thought of me?”

You nodded.

“I’m flattered,” he said. Stephen caressed your face almost too gently as he takes in your beauty. Adoration practically poured out of his skin as he looked at you and touched you so gently. “I know we just met and all, but are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded. “If I’m not meant to exist in this world at the same time as you, then I might as well enjoy it as much as I can. The question is, will you be ok with it?”

“Every moment I spent with you burned into my memories for all eternity, darling. I’m more than ok with this,” he said before he leaned in and kissed you. He didn’t care at all if that made him sound desperate. 

He was much bolder now as when he captured your mouth. His tongue thrust into your parted lips, sliding against yours, licking and tasting every part of you until you were breathless. 

His fingers moved to the back of your head to position you however he wanted. You melted under the weight of his passion–he was practically devouring you whole. It was possessive and demanding, and you wanted more.

His hips pressed into yours, pinning you against the bed. His erection was prominent and heavy against your lower belly. You moaned into the kiss as your resolve slowly dissolved into nothingness. 

You had no idea how much he craved this. Every part of him was buzzing with excitement and needs. He was seeking solace in you–filling the void of loneliness he felt for so long. Touching you like this, kissing and tasting your skin beneath his tongue like this, touched him in a place he never thought still existed. The moment was fleeting for an immortal creature like him, yet it burned into him with a memory that’d last his lifetime.

Tearing his mouth away, Stephen kissed his way down your neck, nibbling and sucking at whatever skin his lips found. You, on the other hand, were restless and impatient as if something had taken over you. You were breathing heavily by the time his mouth wrapped around your breast.

His tongue slid over your taut nipple, licking and swirling around the sensitive nub just enough to make you moan. Your hands moved deftly on their own. Your fingers weaved into his dark, silken strand, tugging and pulling until he moaned deeply into your skin.

Stephen looked up, and you noticed how silvery his eyes were as if they were molten metal, sending goosebumps across your skin. There was something innately predatory in the way he was looking at you, yet it sparked something deeper inside you that made you want more.

You whined softly when his mouth left your breast, leaving you feeling bereft and restless, but that feeling soon dissipated into pure feral needs. 

Your eyes flew open when you felt his mouth descend upon your molten core. His tongue glided across your folds with a purpose before he pushed the tip past the slicked seam. A sharp hiss left your lips at the way the coarse hair of his beard scratched against the tender skin of your inner thigh.

Stephen moaned deep inside his chest as his tongue slid inside your quivering heat, penetrating as deep as he could before retreating back. He repeated this a couple of times until he was satisfied before he moved to flick his tongue around your sensitive clit. 

His focus was absolute and tuned into your pleasure. Your intoxicating scent permeated the air, making him high, drawing him in like some sort of his own personal kind of drug. He could feel the way your wall fluttered around his tongue, and he knew you were close to your first release. Even then he was relentless. 

He fucked you with his tongue in a shallow penetration until the quiet house filled with nothing but the sound of your moaning and panting.

He concentrated and focused on that one spot that made you strain below him, licking and sucking at the bud until you were nothing but a painting mess. It wasn’t long of course. You came not a moment after, clutching onto his head like it was your only lifeline while he continued to feast upon your body.

“Do you trust me, darling?” he asked as he slowly pulled over the edge. 

You nodded and watched as Stephen slowly slid his pants down until his cock was visible to you. You were watching of course of pure curiosity about what a vampire dick looks like. 

He was long and hard, with a perfect thickness that made your mouth water. Thick ropes of veins ran underside of the length with a promise of a pleasure that was drawn out from the inside.

Your breath shuddered as he stood between your parted legs. His eyes bored into you with that same look earlier, making you shiver and horny at the same time.

You watched as he lined the head of his cock along your aching opening. His chest was broad and oh so sculpted that you regretted not touching him earlier. If you lived to see another day, you’d make sure to let him know that. 

Your eyes continued to watch him stroke himself, making his shaft harder and thicker. 

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said softly.

“Take me,” you urged him, biting your lips, trying to dull your neediness for him. 

His hands pressed you gently before he pushed past your nether lips. The pink, fat tips breached you slowly, stretching you and filling you to the limit. Your eyes fluttered as he surged forward, hard and silken, filling you with torment and relief at the same time. 

You shivered and moaned as he pushed deeper into you, sliding through your scorching, tight heat until he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead pressed against yours. 

Each slow and tantalizing movement sent a shudder through him that he couldn’t help but offer a gentle smile, revealing the pearly white canine teeth. He looked more like a beast here than a man–the predator that he was meant to be, but his touch said otherwise.

He was careful and slow. Every time he surged forward you could feel every part of your soul ascend to heaven. You felt like you were losing your mind every time he pulled himself all the way out till the tip remained inside, making your body feel bereft and empty for his length.

You swallowed hard every time he pushed himself all the way inside you, knocking all the words right out of your mouth. Your forehead was damp despite his coolness as perspiration dampened your body.

Your hand reached up to touch his face. He was nuzzling into your touch at first, but he shocked you when he slipped your fingers into his mouth. 

You didn’t know what to say except to watch. His cheeks hallowed, sucking and drawing on your slender fingers with a steady and rhythmic suction, matching the way he was fucking your pussy with a slow, steady pump.

You gasped at the way the matching rhythm aroused you. You couldn’t think straight at that point. The way he was watching you only made you melt further into the pleasure. Nothing you ever had came this good, and you sure were losing your mind over it.

“I’m going to come,” he panted as his pace quickened. Every thrust seemed to get harder and deeper and the faster he moved, the less sane you’ve become. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock seemed to stroke deeper inside you. His greedy mouth tugged at your skin, building up a pleasure so intense that you came again without realizing it.

Stephen continued to move, faster this time, savoring the way your pussy was squeezing his length. Your body was like it was set on fire, yet not enough all at once as he continued to move inside you with a merciless pace that brought you both pain and pleasure. He hunched over you, caging your body to the bed, thrusting hard until he came with a deep growl.

Time felt like it was standing still as he stood there, spent inside you. At that moment you didn’t care. At that moment you were his once again.

You woke up slowly, reluctant as you lifted your head off his hard chest. You felt drained, tired, and spent, but in the most delicious way. Your body was sore and ached, yet you felt satisfied.

You opened your eyes and looked up to find his liquid, pale sapphire bored on your with tenderness. You were left breathless for a minute before you flashed him a flustered smile. Heat began to flood your face, and you felt him inhaling deeply.

Stephen felt his nerve on fire once more by the way your sweet, floral scent flooded his senses. He was deeply satisfied, yes, but the innate hunger was still there, craving deeply to taste you. He told himself though that he will wait for you to return home before he feeds again.

“Let me become like you,” you said suddenly.

He looked at you with shock. “You know I shouldn’t–”

“Stephen, listen to me. If you don’t do it now, you won’t know what will happen. What if I walked out of here and just went like that? What will you do? Wait for me, search for me for another hundred years?”

Stephen thought for a long moment, but you knew he was still unsure about this. You sighed and cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“This is my choice, Stephen. No matter what happens, it’s all me. Do you understand?”

He didn’t speak. 

“Please,” you pleaded with him softly. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly. 

Stephen stared at you for a long moment, unblinking before he slowly brought your hand up to his lips. He closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling the way your skin smelled. He could hear the sound of your heartbeat against your chest, slowly picking up speed. You smell warm and sweet, and without much thought, he sank his fangs into your wrist.

You gasped at the sudden sharp pain at first but soon melted into something more. Stephen growled deeply at the rich, intoxicating taste of your blood. You were like everything he knew you were: sweet, floral like honey and lavender. Your thoughts swarmed inside his head like a haze, swirling and floating at the back of his consciousness.

He drank for a long moment, as your body writhed against him in agony and lust. Your blood soothed him from the inside out, calming his weary soul. 

Stephen pulled back and quickly cut open his arm with his sharp nail. His dark crimson blood poured out of the long slit and poured into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered as you drank in the way the strange, rich liquid slowly slid down your throat. Your hand blindly reached up to him as your mouth latched onto him. 

Stephen could feel your pulse slow down. He counted in his head until he heard the last faint thud of your heart as you went limp. Then he watched, licking the wound on his arm to seal the wound, and he began counting.

Your eyes flew open, your skin hard and cool just like his. You stared at him and he at you. He was the first to reach out and you melted into his touch just like before. Centuries of memories flooded inside your mind–memories of many lifetimes played before you. 

Blood rolled down your cheeks as the warmth flooded your unbeaten heart. This was his memories of you–what remained of you for all these times.

“You won’t have to be alone anymore, Stephen. I will be with you for eternity,” you said softly before pulling him down for an assuring kiss. Indeed you’d be with him for eternity.

[s1xthirty]

little taste of heaven | stephen strange x reader

summary : you use the darkhold to be with stephen and get a little taste of heaven.

A/N : a little warning: i kinda channelled my anger into this. im sorry, if it's too much. also, ignore my bad writing and english, it is not my first language.

You've always believed there's a thousand more realities where things in your life are different—better, and you've always wanted to trade places with one of your alternates and taste a little bit of heaven. You just didn't know how to reach it. When you learned about the darkhold and the secrets it keeps, you smelled a scent of hope in the middle of your despair.

You've heard about the consequences of using the book of the damned but you don't care. Not anymore. You are tired of having to watch him pining over someone he couldn't have when you're right in front of him. You've made a fool of yourself all those years trying to prove your love to Stephen and he damn well can see it but he just won't let Christine go. The worst part is that you still would do anything for him, even after all the pain he put you through.

You spitted the olives out of your mouth and downed your drink in one gulp before snatching your purse off your lap and sprinted out of the wedding. Stephen asked you—no, he begged you to go to his former co-worker's wedding as his date only for him to cling to Christine for some closure and completely forget about you.

You don't know anyone at the wedding. He could've at least introduced you to Christine and be a gentleman. You wish he would've held you like he held his stupid pride.

"Y/N! Where are you going?" He called out, trailing behind you. It's a miracle that Stephen noticed you storming out of the wedding. He usually would forget about you once Christine is on the frame.

You slammed the door to your room in the sanctum and immediately pulled out the darkhold. You called the candles and they instantly lit up, surrounding you in a circle as you opened the dreamwalking section. The door banged loudly, and you can hear Stephen howling your name from the other side of the door.

You walked through multiple clouds of alternate realities, searching for the one you most desire. A lot of these clouds played an agonizing scene of you leaving Stephen's wedding with your mascara streaming down your face, it made your heart ache.

Your eyes gleamed in felicity when you see a clip of you fast asleep and locked up in Stephen's arm. It looks so peaceful. You went to reach for it but a portal appeared, revealing Stephen.

You laughed, "Still has the heart to check on me, Doctor?"

"I'm sorry I left you all alone, I should've been with you the whole time." He apologized, "Please don't do this. This isn't you, the darkhold is playing with your mind."

"You don't know me, Stephen Strange."

"I do. You're my friend, Y/N."

"I just want you, but you couldn't stop pining over her. What does she have that I don't?" Your voice cracked as tears streamed down your face.

Stephen doesn't give you an answer.

It breaks your heart even more to hear his silence. You performed the spell and felt yourself floating. You let out a long sigh, allowing yourself to relax as you entered your alternate self.

As if just in a blink, you can feel your surroundings shifted. The sheets and strong arms tangled around your naked body makes you feel giddy. You couldn't stop the smile from taking over your face.

"Y/N? Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Hearing Stephen calling your name, made your heart fastened. Afraid you might have slipped away and failed to do the spell but when that sweet word fell out of his mouth, you immediately melted in his arms.

"I'm fine." You sighed, inhaling his scent, you wish you could bottle and get drunk in it every night. "I'm great."

"Are you sure?" He asked, his face slightly concerned. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep." Must've been my alternate self trying to fight me off.

"Just a bad dream, I'm good, fine, amazing!" You assured him.

"For someone who had a bad dream in their sleep, you're a bit silly."

"Well, you can't dwindle over a bad dream all day, can you?"

"I suppose not." He plastered that smirk that makes you weak in the knees and kissed you. It was a quick peck but you threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled him back in for more.

His taste invaded you, making you feel light headed. This is the little taste of heaven you've been yearning for. You could stay here and leave your mess of a life behind and never worry about it anymore.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what has gotten into you?" Said Stephen, panting after pulling out of the kiss.

You chuckled and buried your face in his chest as you carefully listened to his heartbeat.

"Am I dreaming?" You looked up at him. The sun was illuminating his face, making him look ethereal and inhuman.

Stephen doesn't respond. Instead, he pulled you into a passionate kiss and bit your lip, making you winced. "Still dreaming?"

You laughed and playfully shoved him.

"C'mon, I'll make breakfast." Stephen went up to leave the bed but you yanked him back down by his forearm. "Y/N!" He laughed. It is the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

Stay, your treacherous voice tempted.

You held onto Stephen for your dear life as if he would disappear if you let him go. "Five more minutes."

"I'm not going anywhere." It's true, he's not going anywhere but you are. The spells are not gonna last and you could leave in any seconds now.

"I love you," You kissed him on his shoulder.

"I love you," another kiss on his neck.

"I love you," another kiss on his cheek.

"I love you." a kiss on his lips. You rested your forehead in his, your nose bumping each other.

You can feel him slipping away from you as you hear him say: "I love you."

You fell with a thud as reality shifted back to the way it was and broke down, letting your tears flood the room in your ocean of despair.

[ironstrange1991]

Human

Pairing: Defender!Strange x PregnantWife!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is not acting like himself when he returns from a very hard mission.

Word Count: 1,6k

Warnings: None. Basically the hurt/comfort trope.

A/N: I needed a fic with Stephen being vulnerable and soft and ended up with this. Hope you guys like it.

You liked to think you knew Stephen as well as you knew yourself. You knew when he was happy or sad, when he was tired or excited without him having to say a word to you. And it was exactly Stephen's inability to talk about his feelings that made you get into the habit of reading him so well.

You had been together for a few years, married and expecting your first child and as the weeks progressed and you approached the end of the pregnancy you noticed that Stephen began to become more restless, worried. Work didn't help. In fact, for the past three months work had taken up most of Stephen's time and you believed that was one of the reasons he was so restless. He blamed himself for not spending as much time as he wanted with you.

It was Friday night and you were finishing dinner when Stephen and his Defender friends left the meeting room after being there for hours. They had arrived from a mission that afternoon and locked themselves in that room without you even having time to say hi to your husband.

Hearing the familiar chattering in the entrance hall you went to them in time to say goodbye to Jessica Jones and Clint Barton.

"My god, Y/n you look gorgeous. When will the baby arrive?" Jones asked smiling and trying to look like everything was fine, but you could see from the expressions on Barton and Stephen's faces that something was wrong. Sometimes it happened. Something would go wrong with their missions, and they would return home with those tired and sad faces.

You smiled wrapping your arms around Stephen’s waist. "Later this month. We can't wait." You said glancing at Stephen, but he was serious and just nodded without adding any comment.

When Jones and Barton said goodbye and you were finally alone with your husband you took the time to actually look at him. He was well enough. Some cuts on his face as usual, but what was worrying you was not his physical condition. He seemed tired, yes, but something was off, he was different.

"Are you okay?" You asked a little unsure.

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead avoiding your question. "I am going to take a shower." He said pulling away.

"Dinner is ready. I can help you shower..."

"That won't be necessary, baby. I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I'm not hungry. I'm going straight to bed."

You stood there watching him walk away and go up the stairs. You weren't upset because he wouldn't eat, but rather worried about his behavior. Stephen never refused your help when he arrived on a mission. Most of the time he asked you to help him, always eager to have his wife's hands on him.

It was safe to say that by now you had also lost your hunger, so you put all the food in the fridge and went upstairs to find Stephen already in bed, his back resting in a pile of pillows, wearing his reading glasses - which he almost never did in your presence - reading a huge book of spells that he had probably brought with him from Kamar Taj. You sighed, still standing in the doorway and then decided to enter and closed the door behind you.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and changed out of your clothes into some comfortable pajamas and then went back to the bedroom, but instead of lying down on your side of the bed you stood next to Stephen and held out your hand. "Give me the book. Now is not the time to work. You just arrived and I need to talk to my husband."

He stared at you over his reading glasses and you had to hold yourself back to keep a straight face. He looked so cute when he wore glasses. "I need to find a specific spell..."

"I didn't ask what you needed to do, Stephen. Give me the book."

He sighed, closing the book and handing it into your hands. It was a heavy leather-bound book with symbols that you had no idea what they meant. You placed it on the bedside table and took his reading glasses off, placing them carefully on top of the book.

"I'm fine by the way. I had a great week at work. The baby is fine too. Thank you so much for asking." You said, sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

He ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry."

He cupped your face and pulled you to his lips kissing you softly. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

You held his hand on your face.

"Tell me what's going on. I've noticed you've been more taciturn the last few weeks. But I've never seen you like this, Stephen."

He nodded. "I just... I've had a lot of work the last few weeks. I'm tired, that's all."

You didn't believe that. Surely there was something more he didn't want to say.

"I've seen you tired. Hurt, drained of magic, but I've never seen you like this and I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help you."

He took your hands and held them tight in his and then to your astonishment he gave in to a silent cry. You had never seen Stephen cry in all the years you were together. You cupped his face, wiping the tears from his cheek with your thumb.

"Hey! What's wrong? Tell me what's going on."

He sniffed trying to compose himself and then began to speak with a choked voice.

"I'm tired of losing people. Tired of fighting battles that seem to have no end. Tired of seeing innocent people die. This burden is very heavy sometimes and I don't feel like I can carry it at the moment."

You swallowed thickly, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. "You're human, baby. It's normal to feel this way sometimes, there's nothing wrong with that."

He shook his head. "No, I can't. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme, I'm the leader of the Defenders. I don't have the right to succumb because if I do, more people will die and it will be my fault. It's always my fault..."

You shushed him. "Baby that's not true. You always do your best, but it's not possible to save everyone and I'm sorry you feel this way."

You got up and walked around the bed and got comfortable resting your back on a pile of pillows. "Come here. Lay your head in my lap."

He wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hands and surrendered, doing as you asked. You took off the hair tie and started combing the strands gently with your fingers and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Want to tell me what happened on that last mission?"

He shook his head.

"You know you can tell me anything, Stephen."

"I know, but right now I just want to forget everything. I'm so tired. My body is sore from the fight and my head feels like it's going to explode."

You hummed listening and continued stroking his hair. "When was the last time you ate something?"

He did not answer.

"Breakfast? Dinner?" You insisted.

"I don't remember, to be honest."

"Stephen! Let me get you something to eat."

But he held you in place before you could even think about getting up.

"Tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to hold anything on my stomach tonight, baby. I just want to stay here with you. Please. Want to feel your hands in me."

You sighed, knowing there was no point in insisting.

"You're not going to work tomorrow. I'll talk to Wong in the morning."

He didn't say anything, which made you even more worried. Normally he would have been reluctant to accept your suggestion.

It broke your heart to see Stephen like that. You knew he gave his all to his work, he always put everyone first, in fact that was one of the reasons for your arguments, but it still seemed like it wasn't enough. He overcharged himself, blamed himself for things that weren't his fault. You just wanted him to see himself through your eyes, for him to see himself the way you saw him: a true selfless hero.

"I love you, Stephen. I know you're mad at yourself right now, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you and everything you do to keep me and everyone in this world safe. It's a very heavy burden, baby, but you know I'll always be here to help you carry it."

He turned to look at you. "I love you. So much. More than anything."

You smiled tracing his beard with the tip of your finger. "I know that out there you have to be the Sorcerer Supreme and the Leader of the Defenders, but here, you are allowed to be human, to be Stephen, my sweet husband."

He sighed reaching to touch your cheek.

"There is nothing in the world I want to be more than your husband."

You smiled, holding his hand and lowering it to your belly. "You’re sure?"

And like magic you saw the corner of his lips curl up in a discreet smile that widened and transformed into a wide and beautiful smile when he felt the baby kicking against his hand.

He pressed his lips against your belly and whispered. "I love you so much little one. Can't wait to finally meet you."

You smiled, stroking his hair. "And she loves you. She always starts kicking when she hears your voice. I know she is proud of you just as I am."

Stephen sat up and held your face in his hands. "Thank you, baby, for taking such a good care of me. Everything I do is for my girls."

You leaned in one of his hands. "And I’m so grateful for that. We'll always be here for you in good or bad times. Your two girls will always be here for you.”

Stephen kissed you softly.

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Say Don't Go | Stephen Strange

a/n: i just wanted some angst and here it isssss

Everything had felt like it was crumbling around you for the last few weeks. The distance he put between you, the quiet which left you almost hollow. You would stare at the front door, beckoning him to walk through it, only for him to let you down. You didn’t know what to do or how to make it better. What was there to say to someone who wasn’t putting in the effort to love you as you deserved to be? 

The evenings he does come home, he won’t look at you. He won’t touch you. It’s as though a part of him that once adored you had died and all that remained was this silhouette of a man who used to belong to you. You knew his life was a strangled case of despair, that everything seemed to crumble around him after the accident. But you never expected Stephen to shut you out. You thought there was more to your relationship than this bitterness. 

Sitting on the barstool in front of the counter as you finish looking over a case for tomorrow at the hospital, that’s when your heart scatters in your chest at the unlocking of the front door. He stumbles inside, his complexion drained of all color. There is a heap of sorrow sitting in the middle of his back. The weight he carries looks detrimentally heavy and within time, you knew he’d fall to the ground and be crushed by his grief. 

“Stephen?” You call out to him. Your eyes trace the outline of his body, his bandaged hands, and the withering of his fingertips as he splays them on the door. You can see him taking in a couple of deep breaths before the sound of his forehead thumping against the wood has you closing your folder and crossing the distance before your brain can catch up. 

Standing before him with his back turned to you as it has been every time you see him, you swallow the thickness and blink back the tears. You will not cry in front of him. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t let him see you fall apart. 

“Stephen,” you say his name with a little more force. 

“What?” He snaps harshly, his head craning to the side. “What?” he asks again when you don’t respond immediately. 

“Where were you?”

“I was–” he draws in a sharp breath and stops talking. “Nowhere.” 

“Nowhere? Please, Stephen. Spare me. I know you’re hunting like some madman for a cure, some sort of way to fix this situation. When will it stop? When will you let me in?” 

Stephen’s shoulders clench. You can see it through his clothes. The tension could be sliced with a knife as thick as it lays between you two. “You couldn’t possibly begin to understand what I’m going through.” 

His words stab like a sword, straight to the heart. 

And the next words out of your mouth make him flinch. 

“I would be able to understand if you’d drop this grieving facade and let me in!” 

You wince after the term grieving, knowing that struck a chord in him. He slowly turns to face you and you see nothing but wariness on his features. His eyebrows pinch together as he glances up at the ceiling, forcing himself not to look you in the eye. 

“Grieving facade?” 

“Stephen, that’s not what–” 

“No, no. You don’t get to say that to me! I don’t expect you to understand what I’ve lost because of this damn accident! These hands,” he lifts his scarred hands, deep blooms of red and purple and blue splotching his skin from the surgery. His eyes are glassy but he won’t let them fall, just like he knows you won’t cry in front of him. “Are my life. My livelihood is centered on what I can do with them. I’m a neurosurgeon! The best there is! And now I can’t do what I do best! You wouldn’t understand. You’ll never understand.” 

You stare up at him and your body trembles with the desperate need to sob. “You shouldn’t even be here.” he finally pushes past you and leads himself into the kitchen. 

“What?” your voice cracks. 

“I don’t need you.” He whips around, his face reddening as the anger surges and boils to the surface. “I don’t need you coddling me! I don’t need you waiting here every night for me! I don’t need YOU!” 

The words are out of his mouth when the first tear slips free followed by another. And another. And another until his image is completely blurry from crying. That was the final thread, the string that held you two him. He just severed it in two. Your head falls into your hands as you sob uncontrollably, listening as the man that you loved just screamed that he didn’t need you. 

You’re not sure what’s going on in the rapidly spinning world but the moment you feel his touch on your shoulder, you find your bearings and flinch away from him. 

“I-” 

“NO!” You scream. “You don’t get to say that to me, Stephen! You don’t get to hurt me because YOU’RE hurt! That’s why I’m here– to help you! I know how much this accident has affected your life. I know there’s nothing more you love than to be in that operating room, saving lives, and making a name for yourself! I KNOW THAT! But you… You don’t get to say that to me. I can’t believe you said that!” 

Stephen’s face morphs into so many emotions but the one that sets in stone is remorse. Shaking your head, you walk over to the counter and grab your folder and purse. “Where are you going?” he asks. 

“Someplace where I’m needed since you don’t anymore.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Stephen’s voice is tight. “I’m just angry. I-”

Holding up your hand, he stops talking. “Figure it out.” 

His eyebrows lift. “What?” 

You point a finger at him. “Figure out what it is that will make you happy. Figure out what you need.” 

“I need you.” he hisses. “I need you!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you said you didn’t.”

“Am I not allowed to be angry?!” Stephen’s voice roars. 

You angrily wipe away your tears as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Of course you do, Stephen. You’re allowed to fight, kick, punch, and scream. But never will you take that anger out on me, the only person who has stuck by your side since the accident happened! Who’s taken off work to be with you, to help you recover? Who’s cooked for you? Who has ensured you met every appointment, drove you to those appointments, who has loved you through this entire freaking mess?! ME, STEPHEN! ME! I’VE LOVED YOU THROUGH IT ALL!” 

Stephen flinches the higher your voice grows. Your chest heaves, a quick rise and fall as your nerves pulse with the need to throw something. You bite hard on your cheek until you taste blood, knowing that if you say anything else, you’ll bury the casket that was once your love for Stephen. You adore him. You love him. But you’ve officially reached your breaking point. 

“I need some time to regroup.” You exhale. 

“How long will that be?” Stephen dares to ask.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“I love you,” Stephen says.

His heart squeezes in his chest, waiting for you to say it back. But when you inhale and grab the doorknob, he feels you slip through his fingertips.

“Bye, Stephen,” you say before leaving.

It’s when the door shut behind you and you made it to the safety of your car that you sobbed your heart out.

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Where is my love?

a/n: can you tell how much I adore angst? Idk how i feel about this one, but i kinda like it??? Hope you’ll enjoy <33

summary: Stephen finds himself in a different universe. He goes to the Sanctum Sanctorum where he meets someone who’s been long gone, you.

pairing: Stephen Strange x variant!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: hurt no comfort, angst

The darkness around him felt heavy, oppressive, almost surreal. He was in New York, but it was nothing like the city he knew. Silver moonlight broke through heavy, dark clouds showing him even more of an atrocity that he wasn't able to see at first. A few mockingbirds were sitting on a dead tree, they tried to sing, but the sound that came out was almost like screams of tortured souls. This universe was rotten down to its core, even howls of the wind were dreadfully unwelcoming. He was pretty sure that he got stuck in an empty universe with no one to help him.

He walked through vacant streets wondering what happened to this place. All of the buildings were destroyed, with no grass on the ground, only dirt. Street after street of abandoned houses drowning in the darkness of this world looked the same. Each house was once a home, a home belonging to a family and now there was only hollowness and coldness. If there was hell he was sure that this was exactly how it looked like. The closer he got to the Sanctum Sanctorum the quieter the world got, even the wind seemed to be gone. When he finally saw the building shivers went down his spine, he had never seen so many dead birds laying around one place. He was never the one to believe in bad omens but this one made him want to turn around and run as far away as he possibly could. The dead bird is considered to be a symbol of discontentment, loss, grief and hopelessness. They also symbolise that the place that you're in is unsafe and he was aware of that. He looked at one of the birds lying next to his feet and noticed something on its crown, a symbol that he has seen only once before, in the book about the darkest magic. It looked like whoever did this was in possession of the darkhold and what was even worse, knew how to use it. He took a few deep breaths and walked towards the doors. If there was a way for him to come back to his universe it was through objects and books from the Sanctum. As he approached them the smell of rotten corpses was unbearable. Whatever was inside was probably as vile and wicked as what was outside.

Before he was able to push the door open, a portal appeared underneath him causing him to fall. He hit the wooden floors of the building's hallway. He immediately stood up ready to fight the person that opened that portal, but he was alone. His only companion was the silence that allowed him to hear his shaky breath. Much to his surprise, he didn't smell the corpses anymore but the sweet, familiar scent of paperwhites. He decided to follow it and as he did he entered the living room that looked just like the one in his New York except it was messier. He looked around and found plenty of ancient magic books tossed around the tables, some artefacts and a few weapons. What got his attention was a small frame laying on the floor a couple of metres away. It looked oddly familiar. He wiped out the thick layer of dust that revealed a broken glass underneath which was a picture of you and him. He was always happy while being next to you. No matter where his life was taking him as long as you were near he felt safe. Tears formed in his eyes, in his universe you were gone, you sacrificed yourself for the universe. Another version of him probably went through the same loss. Lost in the memory of you he didn’t hear someone coming down the stairs.

“Hello, Stephen” this voice, the one he would recognize anywhere, yours.

His eyes widened, you looked nothing like he remembered, you were tired, no, exhausted. Dark circles were under your fatigued eyes. Your face was sickly colourless, almost corpse-like. He was carefully analysing your features. He didn’t even realise that a sad smile formed on his face. You walked towards him and for the first time in this universe, he felt comfortable.

“y/n,” he said, trying not to break down in front of you. He missed you dearly. Back at home, he thought about every possible way to bring you back or at least to let him say goodbye. He tried to touch your cheek but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. That’s when he noticed your fingers. They were black, cursed by the magic of the darkhold.

“Why?” he asked you.

“There was no other way” you stated. Before you were able to continue you got interrupted by coughing up your blood. “Fuck” you mumbled to yourself.

“It’s killing you,” Stephen said, it was obvious how concerned he was. You weren’t his, but he couldn’t bring himself to act like he does not care.

“I know” you responded.

“Then why? Why are you using the darkhold? I’ve seen this world… it’s almost dead” his voice was a little shaky.

“Because as I said there was no other way” you don’t remember the last time that you said anything and considering your health condition it was a miracle that you still were able to do so. “We fought against Galactus, we were losing. If we’d lost that day the whole multiverse would have paid a horrible price for it. You absorbed the power of all six infinity stones just to buy me a little time” you chewed on your lower lips nervously as you felt tears filling up your eyes. “You distracted him and I tried to trap him in a pocket dimension but he was too powerful already. I managed to do so but…” you took a deep breath.

“But even the spell from the darkhold wasn’t enough to keep him locked up. You have to protect it” he finished your sentence.

“Yes, that’s why I look like this” you turned your head and felt disgusted as you saw your reflection in a window.

“Did… I leave you?” he asked anxiously.

“In a way,” you said and he felt his heart stop. How could he leave you knowing the price that you had to pay for keeping the multiverse safe? “You couldn’t handle the power of all the infinity stones. I killed you and destroyed all of them except for the time stone” you explained. “I kept the time stone so I can be here and protect the spell” you continued.

“You’ll be here until the end of everything?” he tried to touch you again and this time you allowed him. The feeling of his palm on your shoulder made you grin.

“Yes,” you sighed knowing that all that you can expect is pain and suffering.

“You don't deserve this, you deserve the world. That’s not how things should be for you” he said, his voice shaking.

“Where am I in your world?” you asked and just by the expression on his face you knew the answer “Sometimes we need to put ourselves aside Stephen. I’ve had plenty of time to learn about the multiverse and us. In every universe, one of us, if not both, has to deal with eternal sacrifice. I wish it wasn’t like that, I wish there was at least one version of me and you living a happy life” you smiled at him. “But I don’t think it’s meant for us”.

He would love to say that you were wrong but he’d be lying. He was trying to remember if he ever dreamt about you laying in bed playing with his hair and not having to deal with any sort of threat. His dreams were always the same, either you or he were dying.

“Can I ask you about this picture?” he pointed at the frame he found earlier.

“That was the day you proposed. We went to my favourite restaurant in Italy…” you closed your eyes and gulped. “I miss my Stephen, every day. Being here all alone isn’t helping with that, but trying to change anything is just a pointless resistance to the destiny” you coughed again. “I miss you too. I mean my version of you. I had all of you and then none of you, in just a few seconds I lost everything. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I watched you die and I couldn’t do a thing about it” he said.

“I’m so sorry” you gently cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, you placed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“You came here because you need to get out, right?” you said. You could read his thoughts, this one was buried deep down, almost hidden. Not from you, but from him.

“I don't think I want to” he responded.

“I can help you” you stated. “I know a spell that can open a multidimensional portal. It will send you home” shy smile formed on your lips. “How is your universe?” you asked.

“It’s beautiful. I wish I could show it to you” he grabbed your hand. “Leave this universe, leave with me, please” he was practically begging you.

“If that was an option for me I’d do it ages ago. If I leave and the spell breaks…I can’t afford that risk. I’ve carried the burden of the darkhold on my shoulders and I’ll do it for as long as I’ll have to. You see Stephen, everyone in the multiverse plays a part. I wasn’t born to be happy and have my little, sweet, dreamy life. I was born to suffer, take burdens and cause destruction. That’s how it is, was and always will be, all so the others can live in a peaceful world. The same goes for you” you sighed. “You're not meant to stay with me. My death was an absolute point in your life and yours was an absolute point in mine. We can not change it.”

“I know,” he said. You walked towards the large windows and within one swift move of your hand, you created a circle out of candles. He walked into it and stood next to you, your bodies inches apart. “I want to try something,” he said and pulled you into a kiss.

“Thank you” you wished you could keep the warmth of his lips forever. “Once I start we won’t have much time left. I want to say goodbye”

“This is our last goodbye, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I’m afraid it is” you answered and he nodded. Dark mist filled the room and you began to cast the spell. His eyes weren’t leaving yours until the light beam blinded him.

He was on his earth surrounded by so many people and yet he felt lonely. Then he noticed something in his palm, a paperwhite from the sanctums living room on the other earth, a symbol of hope.

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You Belong To Me - Part 2

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Part 2 to "You Belong To Me".

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Much to your surprise, & Stephen's, you discover you are pregnant. With twins. As the pregnancy progresses you start to feel everything is not as it seems.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, manipulation, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, toxic relationship, kinda cheating?, mention of potential pregnancy complications (minor)

Somewhat canon divergent as I wanted Tony alive, felt America should still be there, & I needed Wanda for the plot. Also some inspiration from AHS. Thank you so much for all the love you guys have given this piece. It means so much to me. At popular request this will now be a probably 4 part series.

"So how bad do you think he's gonna freak out?" 

You sat still stunned next to an equally shocked Wong in the library of the Sanctum Sanctorum, staring at a small white stick. It was resting on a fluffy pale blue/green hand towel. One end of the stick was covered with a royal blue cap. The towel created a sharp contrast against the rich polished aged wood of the table, the cap & the stick in contrast to the towel. The thing you both couldn't stop staring at however were the 2 pink lines visible in results window on the stick.

Wong pursed his lips for a second. Trying to figure out what response would be most likely from your boyfriend, Stephen Strange. 

"Well, I think you should definitely make sure he's sitting down first."

Without even turning to look at you he reached over to pull your hand away from your mouth. You had already chewed the cuticle on your thumb raw, you didn't need to get it bleeding. It was a habit you fell back into when you were anxious. Both Stephen & Wong had gotten into the habit of making you stop when they saw you doing it.

You huffed at him, less for making you stop & more because you didn't know what else to do. "I should make you tell him. You're the one that burst into our bedroom without knocking after I read the test results. What if you had walked in on us doing... something?"

"Yeah, I burst in because you screamed bloody murder. I thought you were being attacked. We still don't know who or what that was that trapped us last month, & things have been happening more often lately." 

You nodded slightly & grunted in agreement. Yeah, you couldn't be too mad about it. He was just trying to protect you. You also knew he was under threat from Stephen to watch you like a hawk when he wasn't there. 

"Plus it's not like I haven't walked in on you 2 doing things all over this place. More times than I care to think about. I still can't sit on that loveseat downstairs."

You turned to give a perturbed look at your friend, who to his credit did look slightly traumatized as he recalled the various places & positions he'd found you & Stephen in around the Sanctum. 

All of a sudden a golden spark appeared mid-air & quickly expanded to create a portal. Stephen quickly stepped through it, hands full with books & papers. The portal closing down as he started walking away from it.

He turned his head towards the 2 of you, both looking like you'd been caught red handed. You didn't dare reach for the pregnancy test to try & hide it. You were better off pretending it wasn't even there. 

As he moved to walk past he observed the scene & acknowledged you both, "Wong. Sweetheart." Before turning back towards where he was walking. 

You were about to exhale in relief that he hadn't seen the test when you saw him freeze dead in his tracks. He stood still for a couple beats & then started walking backwards. Turning his head back toward you once he stood in front of you. His eyes were giant.

He shifted everything in his hands to one side & pointed at the stick, "what's that?" His voice hesitant & curious at the same time.

Wong chimed in first, "what's what?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes at Wong & shot him a look that said 'do not screw with me on this'. He then turned to look you straight in your eyes before asking more pointedly.

"Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Umm... yeah." You tried to answer nonchalantly. As if he was asking about a book or an apple instead of a pregnancy test. 

"Is it yours?" He wasn't even sure why he was asking that. 

"No, it's Wong's. Yes, of course it's mine. I've been feeling really off the last couple of weeks, & I took the test more as a 'well that's an easy thing to rule out' thing &..." 

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth & sorta shrugged your shoulders. Did you need to say it? Surely you didn't need to say. You aren't sure you were ready to say it out loud yet. You went exactly unhappy about it, but you weren't exactly happy either. 

You certainly hadn't planned on it. At least not now anyway. You were always careful to never miss a pill, hell you even took them at almost the exact same time everyday. You knew they weren't a 100% guarantee, but you did everything in your power to get it as close to 100% as you could. Had you taken any antibiotics or something else that could have interfered with your pills? No. You or Stephen would have known. 

"...&?" Stephen's eyebrows raised in expectation. Waiting for you to finish your sentence. At this point he knew what the test said, but he needed to hear it out loud. He needed you to say it. 

Wong took the opportunity to answer for you. Throwing his hands up, a fake overexaggerated smile on his face, & said with a half statement half question, "congratulations!!!"

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Stephen had been surprisingly calm when you told him you were pregnant. Well, when Wong told him you were pregnant. Luckily the shock more or less wore off by that evening.

You were even more surprised when you woke up in the middle of the night to Stephen's hand resting on your low belly, a far off look in his eyes. He had a few silent tears running down his cheeks. A small smile on his lips. Quickly wiping away the tears & turning his expression stoic once again when he noticed you watching him. Pulling his hand away from you as he did.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him in a warm loving tone. 

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" 

You brushed his hair back & away from his eyes before bringing your palm to settle on his cheek. He leaned in to your touch & pressed a kiss to your palm. 

"Yeah, I do baby. You may not be the most outwardly loving person, but when you love someone Stephen you love with your whole heart. Nothing would stop you if they were in danger. That matters a hell of a lot."

"You know that whatever you decide I will be okay with. It's your body, it's your decision. I will support you & love you no matter what, but... I can't stop thinking about what having a baby, a family, with you would be like. I'm scared shitless, but I really want to do this with you."

"Yeah? Something about this just feels right doesn't it? I don't know why it does all of a sudden. I love you so much Stephen, & I want to have a baby with you. This baby."

You finished your declaration by placing his hand back on your low belly. Over the tiny thing that would develop & grow into your baby. A small piece of each of you forever joined. 

"You are gonna be an amazing mom, & I am gonna try not to be a total disaster of a dad." 

You rested your forehead against his as he sniffled. Failing to hold back his emotion. The two of you giggling at the new path you just agreed to walk together. Neither one of you ever thought you would ever go down this path. Until now.

His lips soon found yours. You could feel him smiling as he pressed sweet & loving kisses all over your face. His arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist. Pulling you down to lay on top of him. 

"Oh man, we are gonna need to baby proof everything around here."

His statement had you laughing. Your head falling forward against his neck. Nuzzling in you hummed in acknowledgement. Then you start nipping & kissing at him. Paying special attention to the spot that you knew got him going. 

A soft little moan escaped his throat. His arms wrapping around you tightly before you felt his hips buck up once into yours. Feeling him starting to harden underneath you made you grind back down against him. Your reaction brings a proud smile to his face.

"Ooo, those pregnancy hormones getting you all frisky already? Well you just let me take care of that. I'm gonna take good care of you sweetheart. I promise... But, I think maybe you should start calling me daddy right now." 

Stephen quickly flipped you over & playfully pounced on you. You both stayed lost in each other for the next couple of hours. He told you he loved you more times than you could count, & made you cum almost as many times. By the time you finally untangled from each other you were completely exhausted. It had been a very stressful day, but you were happy to have spent the last of your energy on Stephen. The love of your life.

As you snuggled into the covers you kissed Stephen's shoulder one more time before letting your head hit the pillow. Smiling as you closed your eyes thinking back to the moment all this probably happened. 

"Guess you got what you wanted with that whole 'fuck a baby into you' thing, huh? Took me by surprise, but fuck that was the best sex we've ever had. Definitely."

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to face you. He didn't remember saying that. Or anything like that.

"The incredible sex we had that day you had off. When you got back home." Your voice slowly grew quieter as each word passed through your lips, succumbing to a heavy sleep. 

It took him a moment to process what you had said. He had come home that day to find you fast asleep in your shared bed. You were naked, & he just assumed you had fallen asleep waiting for him. Maybe you had been fantasizing about him that day. Playing with yourself while he wasn't there. 

That thought tugged at his mind. He hadn't been there for you. He had been so wrapped up in trying to find the reason for his recurring nightmare. He hadn't been as attentive to you as he should have been. He was falling back on his old bad habit of pulling away when he was scared. He didn't want to tell you that the dream was of him losing you. From now on he was going to be better. He was going to be there for you. For you & for your baby.

A small smug smile now gracing the face of the sinister looking man who stood watching all of this from his own universe. Making sure his plan went smoothly. Thinking about the day he set everything in motion to get the thing he wanted most. You. 

He would be replaying that day he spent with you in his head once again. Savoring all the little noises you made. The way your skin felt against his. The way your lips felt. You had said it was incredible. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. 

As much as he despised watching another man touch you, defile you, he was playing the part perfectly. Being too stupid or naive to not see what was happening right before his eyes. Soon he would see.

Soon you would be free of that variant, you would be where you belonged. With him. 

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The first ultrasound went perfectly. Your pregnancy was confirmed, as was your due date, & a conception window. 

You weren't surprised to find out it was indeed that same week Stephen had attempted to take a day off. It had been a particularly busy week for you 2 bedroom wise, the pinnacle of which was that spectacular afternoon romp. 

Although a fresh wave of shock hit you both when you learned you were actually having twins. Not one baby, but two.

Wong promptly voiced his hope it was one of each, a boy & a girl. He also hoped they took after you, & not their father. He then proceeded to spill the beans to most of the other Avengers. Wanda was giddy since she was a twin. Peter was already begging to babysit, swearing that Ned & M.J. would be there to help. Then the shock of all shocks, Tony actually hugged Stephen while Pepper was already busy planning your baby shower. 

It was quite a sight seeing the world's mightiest heroes, super soldiers & assassins alike, argue over who gets to hold the babies first, who isn't allowed to hold them at all, & who will be the favorite aunt or uncle. They were all overruled on that last one by America & Wong. 

It was still early in your pregnancy, still well in your first trimester, & you tried not to put the cart before the horse. You wouldn't be finding out gender for a while still. You still told Thor that you would take his name ideas into consideration, nonetheless. Surprisingly, he suggested his brother's name. It was all very sweet.

All things considered though, your surprise pregnancy was off to a great start. You saw a love in Stephen's eyes for you that you had never seen before, & for a moment your world felt perfect.

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It wasn't long after that day that the dreams began. 

For a while they all started the same. Playing out like a scene from Phantom of The Opera.

You would find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, but now the age of the building was painfully clear. The formerly pristine building now dilapidated & crumbling. Paint & wallpaper peeling away from the walls, like skin shedding. Once polished wood now dull & splintering. Chunks of the walls & the roof were missing or the concrete was shattered like a spiderweb.

The chill in the once warm building only being amplified by the fact that you were always wearing only a silk nightie, never the comfortable shirt or pajamas you had gone to bed in. It was short with thin straps & usually white or ivory, occasionally black, trimmed with delicate lace. You felt exposed even just standing in the large room alone.

Only you weren't alone. You were never alone. He was always there, waiting for you.

Stephen was always there. Somerimes he lurked in the shadows before stepping forward. Sometimes he stood waiting on the grand staircase. Sometimes his voice echoed through the room before he appeared right behind you.

It was Stephen, but it wasn't. His skin was pale & dull. His eyes that were normally a sparkling sky blue were now a cold icy slate. His hair was out of it's usual perfect placement. Both his hair & his goatee were a bit longer. All of the warmth had been stripped from his face.

The first handful of times you dreamt of him a chill would run down your spine whenever your eyes would first find his. Goosebumps prickling up over your exposed flesh & your nipples becoming hard, visible through the thin silk.

His eyes now roving freely over your body. Part of you wanted to cross your arms over your chest & shield yourself from his predatory gaze, but part of you liked the hungry way he looked at you. Your body usually started to respond to him before you could make up your mind. It was still Stephen, & your body still wanted him.

Despite his ominous appearance, he always greeted you lovingly. Usually with a "hello sweet kitten" or "I missed you my love", as he brushed a thumb over your cheek & brought his lips to meet your neck. Inhaling deeply & taking in your scent before exhaling with a throaty groan. You were unsure if he could smell your growing arousal for him or if that was perhaps precisely what spurned on his reaction.

What happened next was always different, & in the beginning it consisted of actions far more than words. One goal was always apparent though. He wanted to worship & pleasure you.

Sometimes he would drop to his knees in front of you before trailing his hands & his lips up your legs before pulling one over his shoulder. Licking his lips as he eyed  your bare cunt already wet & now displayed for him. His fingertips gripping into the soft flesh of your ass to steady you as he brought his mouth to you. Always looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction as he began his first long slow lick over your pussy. From the base of your entrance to up & over your clit. Making sure there was no spot left unlaved by his tongue.

After that he became a man starved. Sucking & licking at your dripping sex with a ferocity that put you on edge within a couple minutes. The more you moaned the more ravenous he was. After a while when your fingers gripped tight in his hair, his hips begin thrusting against nothing as he growled & snarled against your pussy lips letting his nose nudge at your clit. Filthy praises falling from his mouth before bringing you to your breaking point with only his mouth.

"Your pussy tastes so good my love. So sweet & perfect. Want you to cum on my face kitten. Cum all over me. Fuck I need it kitten. Need you."

Other times he would lay you down on the stairs. Kissing you passionately as his long skilled fingers worked in & out of you. The sinful wet sound that was made with each curl of his fingers inside you making you both more needy. Again he would whisper the lewdest things to you in the most adoring way. Pulling whimpers from you as he thrust harder & faster, his thumb dragging over your clit.

"So tight sweet girl. This pussy is just for me isn't it? Listen to that. She's so wet, & she's squeezing my fingers so tight. So perfect. Love you & love this tight little hole. Wanna stay buried in it forever."

It didn't stop there either. He had you bent over the banister face & fingers working you to climax over & over. Pulling you down to ride his face as he lay on the marble floor. Sitting in his lap on the stairs with your back to his chest, one hand fingerfucking your juicy pussy & the other down your nightie teasing at your nipple. He has made you cum countless times on every surface in the foyer & in every position he can think of.

He had also begun professing his love for you during your nocturnal romps. Saying that he would destroy a thousand universes & collapse every dimension if he had to to be with you forever. It only added to the intensity of the dreams.

You assumed pregnancy hormones are what's causing the vivid dreams. You knew when hormone levels change, your libido does too. You can only imagine it would be amplified when you were pregnant with twins. If this was the trade off for weird cravings & some morning sickness you were okay with it. 

The sex you were having with Stephen when you were awake was even better lately too, more intimate & passionate. He was more outwardly loving too. Standing behind you & wrapping you in his arms as he talked to Wong or Tony. His hands resting on your belly that was now slowly starting to grow. Holding your hand & kissing you more when you were out together. It was a win/win as far as you were concerned. You were suddenly drowning in affection from your man, the father of your babies, both awake & asleep.

Even though there were some days you woke up to him staring at you with a worried look. He always brushed it off as you were saying weird things & talking in your sleep. His expression grew even more clouded when you said you were dreaming about him. 

On those days he seemed unusually anxious. Like there was something waiting around every corner. You thought it was the realization of becoming a parent seeping in. The sudden contradiction of seeing you, thinking of you as both a lover & a mother. To be honest whenever you had a bad day recently that was the reason why.

After about 2 months of nightly rendezvous with your dream Stephen you start to wonder why your brain had decided to have only you on the receiving end so far. Not that you weren't enjoying it, what woman wouldn't, but you certainly enjoyed taking care of Stephen too. Getting him to whimper & moan your name. You also realized that you had never fucked your dream Stephen, & that you really wanted to. 

Whenever you had tried to touch him in your dreams, stroke him through his robes or started getting down to your knees to suck him off he always pushed your hand away or pulled you back up. Saying it was about your pleasure. You knew he wanted you, & that he was so hard each time it had to be painful. Occasionally getting carried away thrusting & grinding against your hip. The only thing stopping him from cumming was the fact that he inevitably got you there first.

You wanted to pleasure him. You wanted to fuck him. You needed to. 

The next week you didn't dream of Stephen at all, the first lengthy span without your nightly forays with him. You were missing him terribly. You found yourself snapping at Wong & Stephen, even at Peter & America. 

You began pulling away when Stephen went to hold you. Telling him his cologne had started making you nauseous. You even found yourself sobbing on the bathroom floor because you missed him. Despite the fact that he was right there. You didn't understand why this was happening. Why did you crave the man in your dreams like he was a drug, when you felt a growing aversion to the man on the bathroom floor with you? They were the same man. Weren't they?

You had thought your ultrasound appointment would make you feel better. Closer to Stephen again. Seeing the product of your love for each other still safely growing in your womb. Or at the very least maybe you could find out if these feelings & mood swings were normal. The crying was mentioned in the books, the desperate need to have your partner's darker dream self to rail you into next year was not.

Stephen felt you were struggling too. He just didn't know what was causing it. He feared it had something to do with whatever had been so interested in you it had bested both the current & former Sorcerers Supreme just to get to you. 

Your behaviour had changed recently. When you slept your astral form fought against your body, like it was being pulled from you. The few times he had witnessed it it scared him. Then the way you looked at him had changed. Seemingly overnight. It didn't feel like normal pregnancy problems.

He & Wong had begun scouring even the smallest shred of text trying to find something, anything to help them find a lead. Wong loved you like a sister, & having recently decided himself that he was the rightful godfather to your children, he wasn't going to let any harm come to either of you. They were close to asking Bruce & Tony for help, not sure exactly what they even could do to help.

Both of you sat in the exam room, nervous energy rolling off you both. Well, he sat. You were laying on a table covered in paper & had to pee like a racehorse. Stephen could sense your unease. You looked over to find his eyes trained on you. He stood up & pulled one of your hands to him, holding it to his chest. Moving to run his other hand through your hair & kiss the top of your head.

He kept his face in your hair & whispered "I know that you're having a hard time right now, & I know I can't magically make everything better because I checked." 

He smiled when he heard you snort a laugh at his comment before continuing, "but I will do everything in my power, & in Wong's power, to make this easier & more comfortable for you. I don't like seeing you upset sweetheart. Okay. I love you." 

You let him cradle your head to his chest.

"I love you too Stephen. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to everyone. I just haven't been sleeping well I think."

"Well you are having 2 of Stephen's kids. I expect that's a lot of sarcasm for 1 person to carry." 

A voice from the doorway pulled both of you to look that way. Christine's head popped around the door as she gave it a little knock at the same time. A large friendly smile on her face. 

As stupid as it sounded, now that she was happily married felt far less threatened by her. She really was very sweet. One of those people you can't help but like even if you don't want too. 

She had made a point of telling you how good you were for Stephen & that you had the patience of a saint to put up with him. You actually enjoyed spending time with her. You had even had a couple girl's lunches & dinners together.

She quickly stepped to the side moving into the room as the door opened farther & your doctor came in behind her. Your doctor gave a couple quick hellos to everyone in the room & went through a quick reminder of how everything worked.

While the doctor started prepping the ultrasound machine Christine walked over to you & Stephen. She gave you a tight little squeeze before addressing Stephen directly. She was mostly grilling him about how he was taking care of you. However you couldn't help but start to dissect the expressions on their faces, looking for any hidden emotions. 

He was smiling back at her. A genuine wide smile that made the crows feet at the outer corners of his eyes appear. His blue eyes trained on her as she spoke. 

His hands were still holding you but his fingers no longer moved back & forth to soothe you. 

A wave of green started pulling you down deeper & deeper into a pool of sudden jealousy with each second. You were starting to spiral, even as part of your brain tried to bring you back to reality.

Of course he had been infatuated with her. She had a warm sweet smile that reminded you of a Disney princess, she was smarter than you could ever dream to be, & just to top it off she was so beautiful she could be a model tomorrow. How could you even think you could ever compare? Maybe you were a placeholder, someone to keep him from getting lonely until he could maybe have another shot at her. Would he leave you if he had the chance to be with her? Would he leave your children? 

No. He wouldn't do that. Would he? Part of your mind yelled back no, trying to pull you from your destructive paranoid thoughts. You were well aware that you were reading far too much into it, & that Stephen's interactions now with Christine were simply as a friend. Yet part of you now questioned even the smallest gesture. Told you to push Stephen away before he could confirm your dark thoughts & tell you the thing you most feared.

Thankfully, your doctor interrupted both the conversation & your mental spiral. Christine told Stephen a quick goodbye & gave you another small hug, saying to call her if you needed anything & Stephen couldn't help. You thanked her, even though at the moment you would rather put your hand in a bear trap than let her into your house. With that she excused herself & headed back to do her rounds.

The doctor began applying the conductive gel to your stomach as you held your shirt out of the way. Stephen leaned down to kiss your forehead as you jumped at the cold sensation. The fetal heartbeats automatically became audible as the doctor placed the transducer over your uterus. 

"Alright, 2 heartbeats. One seems to be stronger but both are in regular rhythm. Nice clear sounds. Let's see if we can get a good angle to see both of them clearly."

She turned the monitor so you & Stephen both had a clear view. Not that you could quite tell what was what. It was easier than last time though. The blobs were starting to look more like people. 

The doctor began shifting the transducer back & forth on your skin. Tilting it one way, then the other. The longer she moved it around the more her face started to worry you. A neutral expression dropping in on itself. Her eyebrows furrowed a little & her lips pressed tighter together. Eventually Stephen cleared his throat as a way of questioning what was going on.

She finally decided on a position to hold the transducer in & turned her attention back to you. She made sure to put on a reassuring face & it made the bile start to rise in your throat. 

"So pregnancy with twins can be a little different than a regular pregnancy, more difficult, for the obvious reason that you are trying to split the resources between 2 babies instead of one. Something that can happen is that one fetus can begin to develop & grow faster than the other because they are taking more of the resources mom is providing. The other fetus staying smaller. That seems to be what we have happening here with your twins."

She directed your attention back to the ultrasound monitor & began pointing to different areas of the black & white image displayed. 

"This is baby number 1. You can see a bit more detailed development, even some little fingers right here, but what is very apparent is its size relative to baby number 2. This right here is baby number 2, as you can see this fetus is significantly smaller than its sibling with less development clearly visible. This is called selective fetal growth restriction."

You noticed Stephen's hand was gripping your's tighter than before. The question both of you had was clearly readable on your faces. Before either of you could make yourself ask it out loud, the doctor began to answer. 

"Now just because baby number 1 is hogging the nutrients right now doesn't mean that the other baby or mom is in imminent danger. Most times what happens is that the distribution evens out & baby number 2 catches up. Baby number 2 might still stay slightly smaller but develops normally & birth goes smoothly. There are of course some cases where that doesn't happen, & both mother & babies are at risk. So I want to keep a close eye on you as your pregnancy progresses. This does put you at higher risk for some complications as well as being potentially put on bed rest prior to birth, & potentially need for preterm delivery. I also recommend that if by your next ultrasound we are not seeing much progress catching up from baby number 2 we do some more testing including a fetal echocardiogram & DNA testing."  

At that point you stopped listening, you heard what she was saying but you couldn't process the meaning of the words. You remember her handing you the ultrasound pictures & scheduling your next appointment. It was going to be far sooner than you originally thought. You remember getting home. It all felt like it was in slow motion or you were suspended under water. Your mind was on the 2 little ones in your womb. They were all that mattered in the moment. The mood swings & breakdowns, the weird territorial thoughts with Christine, none of that mattered. 

When you got home Wong & America promptly stole the ultrasound photos from Stephen & began cooing over them. They would undoubtedly be plastered all over the fridge doors in the Sanctum, the Avenger's Compound, & the Kamar-Taj. 

You & Stephen spent the evening together in your room. You just wanted him to hold you. Even though you knew that he would now be up in the middle of the night doing the work he should have been doing then. 

This wasn't a serious complication with your pregnancy & Stephen did his absolute best to assure you that everything would be alright, but as hot & cold as your moods were swinging even the smallest things felt like earthquakes. You weren't sure.

Even though your brain was still racked with worry over your babies, at some point you willingly fell into a deep sleep. It had been an exhausting day. Partly because the two little monsters you were carrying took up most of your energy. Partly in the hopes that maybe tonight you would see him again. That maybe the man you had been missing so much, dream Stephen, would be there to comfort you.

As soon as your mind slipped through the veil between the world's of the waking & sleeping, into the subconscious mind, you found yourself in a familiar place. You were in the crumbling Sanctum once again, but this time instead of the grand foyer you found yourself standing in the bedroom you shared with Stephen.

This was the first time you had seen another part of the Sanctum in your dreams, & it's appearance matched the foyer. The drapes were merely tatters of fabric, the wooden bed frame rough & battered. Even the linens on the bed looked a bit threadbare. The light in the room somehow accenting & pulling even more focus to the large bed that sat in the middle of the room.

You reached over the footboard of the bed & ran your fingers along the heavy fabric of the duvet. Your fingertips feeling the small snags & tears of the old ornate covering. You usually never touched anything in your dream besides Stephen himself. Or if you did you were usually too far gone to pay much attention. It was all so incredibly detailed for a dream. It felt so real.

You pulled your hand back from the bed & hopefully, or maybe tentatively called out. "Stephen? Are you here?" 

You were only met with silence. You called his name again, hoping that he was here somewhere. Waiting. Willing him to be there. Needing to get your fix of him.

"I've missed you terribly this last week, kitten. Did you miss me?" He entered the doorway of the bedroom & slowly walked to stand behind you. He let his arms slowly thread around your waist, placing his hands to rest on your growing baby bump. Bringing his lips to your neck & starting to place small featherlite kisses.

"Missed you so much Stephen. You have no idea. It's been so hard. Why does it feel so different to be in your arms here, in my dream, that it does when we are awake?" 

You were still trying to workout the feelings you were now suddenly beset with. The aversion to Stephen during the day, the sadness that clouded your mind when you weren't here, the sudden suspicion & anger towards Christine, & the new fear for your babies. They began to drift away like clouds when you were here. Eventually all you could feel was him & the pleasure he gave you.

"Well my love, I guess you could say that we are pieces of each other. Forever linked in both dreams & when awake. By now you should know that his devotion, his desire for you cannot compare to what I can give you. To what I would give to our little ones. You saw the way he looked at Christine earlier, deep down he will always be hung up on her. He doesn't know that he has a goddess in his bed every night. I will never let you feel like anything less. I will never so much as cast my gaze onto another."

He had finally acknowledged your pregnancy. It had never been mentioned before. A few lingering touches on your belly had been the extent of it. A small moan left your lips as your head dropped back to lay on his shoulders. Letting Your hands rest over his on your bump.

At some point you stopped listening to exactly what he was saying. Letting the melody of his voice wrap around you. His touch was like a hit or heroin right to your bloodstream. 

If you had been listening your blood would have run cold at some of  the words he said. Making his true origin & intent known once he knew he had you snared in his web.

"You are so strong my love. I know today was frightening. Our child clearly overpowering that with his weak constitution. When I placed the charm to help my own seed take root it was never part of my plan for you to conceive with him as well. For him to have you as well. It's just one more thing that he has messed up. I will cherish that child too though. It's still a manifestation of my love. Of our love."

"Need you Stephen. Need to feel you. Need you inside. Please let me please you first though. I need to touch you."

"That is exactly why I was forced to stay away from you kitten. I needed you to need me. I needed you to crave me the way I crave you. Now, my good girl, take what you want.  I want to watch you as you please me. Show me you are mine. Show me your devotion."

You bit your lip & turned to face him. His nostrils flaring as you brought you hand to caress his half hard cock through his pants. Groaning lowly as you felt him grow stiffer under your touch. You swore he felt bigger than normal. 

Gripping onto his hips for support you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, staring up at him with big doe eyes silently asking for permission to undo his pants. Your hands caressing his thighs as you waited. He purposely held back for a moment, suspense bubbling beneath your skin until he nodded & began running his hands into your hair. 

You quickly set to work undoing the buttons as he started removing the rest of his robes. Soon leaving him bare in front of you. His hard leaking cock was flushed & standing proud before you. He was deliciously thick & long, A long raised vein was visible throbbing along the underside. 

Sticking your tongue out you placed a long slow lick along his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head & sucking lightly. Humming in delight at his taste on your tongue. You brought one hand up to grip the base of his cock as the other one moved to cup his balls, rolling & massaging them in your fingers. 

Licking up & down the sides of his shaft before sliding him down your throat. Slowly starting to bob up & down taking all of him inch by inch. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes as you felt his length hit the back of your throat. You held yourself there & worked to swallow around him. You managed to pull a ragged whimper from him. The erotic sound making you moan in response. The vibration it sent through his cock made his fingers move back to grip your hair tighter.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a perfect sweet angel, & yet you suck my cock like such a filthy little whore. You love it don't you? I can smell that pretty pussy getting all drippy just for me."

Sucking him down over & over, the slurping sound you made getting louder with each action. His hips starting to thrust him farther into your throat making you gag lightly every time he bottomed out. Making sure to lick up over his tip as you came up each time. Eventually pulling back to swirl your tongue around the ridge of his head. 

You knew he was getting close to losing control. Unsure if he would stop you or let himself cum down your throat, you pulled your mouth off of him completely. As you started stroking his cock that was now slick with your spit you dropped your head down to eagerly lick & suck at his balls. Your tongue sweeping back & forth repeatedly. Teasing the same spot right between them. Your entire body was now hungry with need for him. 

You needed him to fuck you. You needed to feel him. So you started whining little pleas against the velvety flesh of his member. Dragging your lips back & forth with wet kisses & small sucking pops before swallowing his length between your pleas.

"Wanna fuck you Stephen. You've never fucked me here before. Please. I need more of you. I need to feel you. Need you in my pussy."

After taking his cock down your throat one more time he began to pull you up from your knees. He crushed you tight to his chest. Noticing how different this felt now that your belly was starting to swell. He let one had rest on your low back holding you against him, the other slid up your arm to tilt your chin upwards. So your eyes met his. A dark desire burning behind his blue irises.

"If you want me, I need you to tell me that you want it. That you want me. Beg for me to own you completely. Tell me you are mine & you will only be mine." 

His voice had now sunk into a lower octave. His movements became like those of a jungle cat. His muscles constantly coiled & ready to pounce.

His lips began caressing yours soft & gently as he slid his palms up your thighs, pulling the silk fabric of your nightie up your soft curves before pulling back to lift it over your head. Discarding it somewhere on the debris laden floor. Your body now completely displayed for him. Taking a moment you let each other explore the planes of each other's bare flesh. Looking each other up & down.

Your voice soft & breathy following his command, "Please Stephen. I want you so bad. I want you to take me. All of me. It's all yours. Fuck me Stephen. Please fuck me." 

As he brought his lips to yours you let your fingernails start to dig into his biceps. His body gently guided you to the bed, magically pulling the covers back with a wave of his hand. His eyes never left you. Your kisses deepened & became more passionate as you both climbed into the bed.

Stephen grabbed at your breasts & began placing open mouthed kisses on your neck as he lowered you to lay on your back. His solid frame poised over yours, his lips shifting down to run across your nipple. Swiping his wet tongue over it as he passed. His fingers moving lower to slide against your labia. Soft, warm, & sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his hand coaxing the wetness from between your lips.

Once his fingers were coated, you watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. Using your arousal to stroke himself. The sight of your slick glistening on his cock making you groan needily & press a deep kiss into his lips.

He began guiding you onto your stomach, bringing his knees to rest in between yours. Once he was positioned kneeling behind you, Stephen pulled you up to lean against him. His chest pressing hard to your back with one arm wrapped around your chest & his other holding your waist. His hard cock now slotted between your wet pussy lips gliding through your soaked folds with each rock of his hips.

The friction of his cock felt both delicious & somehow forbidden. The lure of it making you all the more desperate. You started to scratch at his thighs trying to get him to angle his cock up & into your aching hole. A pained "please Stephen" falling from your lips in between moans.

He momentarily stopped all his movements pulling a desperate whine from you. To take you properly, to start the process of pulling you from your universe into his, he needed you to declare your desire to be his & his alone.

So with his lips pressed to your ear he whispered, "Tell me you're mine darling. Mine & only mine. Tell me you want to be with me for eternity. Just you & me, & our babies. All you have to do is say it, & then I can give you everything you dream of."

His words held the same allure of the apple that tempted Snow White. The shiny promise of a perfect life with Stephen & your children. The picture playing behind your eyelids felt all the more real as his warm hand that wrapped around your wrist moved to hold your growing belly. A happy life with Stephen had grown to be the thing you desired most.

So you said yes. You gave yourself over to him. You bit into the luscious red apple presented to you. 

"All yours Stephen. Always. Want to be in your arms, with you forever. You & me & our little family."

A deep dark growl erupted from his chest as he pulled back & plunged himself deep inside you. He fucked you deep & slow. Each thrust practically lifting you up off of your knees & up off the bed. Your bodies stayed pressed together, his grip around you only tightening as he got closer to his climax. The only movement he made was to lower one hand down to toy with your clit making sure your pleasure stayed in sync with his own.

Even as his speed increased his thrusts stayed as deep as they could. Wanting to keep as much of his cock in your warm wet heat for as long as he could. Your body shuddering & on the verge of tears as you felt a heat explode inside you. Your cunt fluttering & clamping down around him causing him to cum right behind you. His cum coating your inner walls & claiming you from the inside out. Just like he had done in your bed before.

He brought your limp body to lay down in front of him. You were barely hanging on to consciousness, & still blissfully unaware this was far from a dream. 

Now would come the hard part of telling you that. Telling you that he was every bit as real as the other Stephen was, & that you had just promised yourself to him. That he was in fact the reason you were pregnant, even if his variant got lucky & his sperm managed to hitch along for the ride. 

You had said the things you needed to say. That exclamation of love, the wish to be with him, that would allow him to finally finish pulling you from one universe to another. As soon as you gave birth he would bring you home along with your newborns. The rest of his empty universe would no longer matter. His world would once again be full.

He brushed back a piece of your hair & swept it away from the space behind your ear. On a little patch of skin, just below your hairline, in a spot not easily visible, he let his magic create a small glowing symbol. A rune that marked you as his. An invisible claim to create a deeper connection that bound you to him & warded away others. 

Smiling to himself he leaned down letting his lips touch the seemingly invisible mark. He couldn't help but think of all those nonsense fairytales kids are told growing up. He was a far cry from a prince even if you were his princess, but he couldn't avoid the symbolism that his magic was now sealed with true love's kiss.

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It was unbeknownst to you or Stephen that in your universe at the very same moment the two of you slipped over the edge together, Wanda was snapped awake in a cold sweat. Sitting up stick straight desperately clawing to hold on to the image she had just been shown. Her skin was prickling & her breath was quick. Like she had been pulled from a nightmare. Except she wasn't that lucky. She knew this was no mere nightmare.

Vision quickly sat up next to her, he didn't actually sleep but would put himself into a standby mode while Wanda slept so he could be next to her, taking a moment to asess her demeanor. He reached a hand out & placed it on her shoulder. He gently started rubbing his thumb back & forth trying to soothe her. 

He spoke in a soft voice, encouraging her to open up about what had her so unnerved. 

"Wanda, darling, what is it?" 

Placing her hand over his she turned over her shoulder to face him. Her eyes were wide & brimming with tears that had yet to begin falling. The normal flush of her cheeks had drained as she processed what she had just seen in her mind.

"Something is terribly wrong."

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[stupidthoughtsinwriting]

She used to be mine

just a round up of all the future parts for this series if i ever get around to it, which i will

Summary: Coming from a wedding of a friend, Stephen reflects on that one relationship that was once his everything and how he fucked that up. It just so happens that everything would come back...

Warnings: Pills, Hospitalization, Alchohol, etc... Again horrible at putting up warning so just be prepared. Not your cup of tea then don't read and leave.

She used to be mine

A glimpse of us

She used to be mine (Stephen Strange) Playlist

[theangstyboiblog]

What Now? Stephen Strange x Sorcerer Fem!Reader

Stephen Strange x Master Sorcerer female!reader

Synopsis: Something that had barely begun was torn from your grasp five years ago. Each day since has been dark and filled with heartache. When Thanos is defeated and the world returns to some form of ‘normal’, you struggle to find just where you stand in relation to one Dr. Stephen Strange.

Will follow the events of Endgame and Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 1: The Blip

Smoke still rises from the wreckage below. It’s a desolate, lifeless, cratered valley littered with the remnants of civilizations long dead and buried. You’re holding your side with your good arm, a good number of ribs broken. You aren’t sure if it’s the pain of broken bones or the realization that the unthinkable just happened, which stifles every breath you take nearly suffocating you. Your thumb habitually nudges the bare skin of your fingers, where your sling ring once was, the metal now lost in the rubble of flaming ruins and smoldering meteors.

“What happens now?” you ask the man standing beside you. You’re hoarse and you’re not sure he hears you. You start to turn and he begins to answer.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Stephen…” You twist too fast, a grimace marring your face. He steps towards you, concern wrinkling his forehead. Raising your hand you set it on his chest, steadying yourself. You look up, already opening your mouth to argue with him, but its as though he knows exactly what you’re about to say.

“I told Stark – I can’t tell you, or anyone, because if I do, we will lose everything.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take in his wide eyes, the quiver in the corner of his mouth. “You’re scaring me,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says, thumb grazing softly over the peak of your cheekbone. “I really wish you hadn’t come after me.”

“Would whatever’s coming, still have happened?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from leaning into him, turning your head to rest against his chest.

A soft chuckle leaves him. “Yes.”

“Then I’d rather be here, with you.”

He takes in a breath, a hiss of air between clenched teeth. “Remember that,” he murmurs, voice ragged, and you feel him start to pull away. “Please.”

You look up then, blinking in the sunlight, taking in the bloody gash on his cheek, the disheveled hair, the missing relic that was once strung round his chest. Your fingers run over the empty space over the front of his shirt.

“Strange!”

Turning together, one last glance thrown each other’s way, you find Stark and Peter in the center of the crater below, the younger helping the wounded man to stand. Tony’s side is bandaged with scraps, Stephen’s field dressing a quick makeshift attempt to stop the bleeding. He still needs to get to a hospital. You all do. Stephen’s hand warmly ghosts over the bare skin of your shoulder as he steps down. You follow. Then you stop in your tracks as the others come into view around the corner of a fallen building. Quill’s face is ashen, a terrified expression on his face and behind him, Drax seems to bare the same fear. Then Drax is gone. You think you’re seeing things – perhaps he stepped out of view. It’s as if he's vanished – no longer in sight and your mind struggles to make sense of what you’re seeing.

“Steady, Quill,” Tony says as the second man disappears in a cloud of ash. It rises up, carried on the wind.

You stand frozen, stomach twisting, dropping, tearing – you feel it all at once as everyone that’s left, you, Tony, and Peter turn to face Stephen. He stands with his back to you, shoulders slumped with exhaustion and perhaps something more. Defeat? He and Tony share a look before he glances over his shoulder, eyes finding yours.

“There was no other way,” he tells you, and there’s so much in those five simple words. An apology, an explanation, and an excuse. You step towards him as his gaze drops to the side, eyes becoming distant, face turning gray. He kneels down, hands reaching out to steady himself and you rush forward.

“Stephen—” But you aren’t fast enough. The second your hand meets his shoulder, he gives way, crumbling into a million pieces. “Wh—Where—” You retract your hand, as though avoiding the bite of a snake, eyes wide, heart pounding, lungs clamped still mid-breath. He’s on your skin, dust smeared between your fingers and you struggle between the need to get it off you and the panic of finding him.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.

And the sound that leaves you then is the sound of a knife slipping between ribs, wet and broken and bleeding with pain. You fall to your knees helpless, unable to stop the gaping hole growing in your chest. Ragged tears cut down your cheeks as you turn to the two people behind you. Stark stands alone, Nebula behind him. There’s no sign of Peter.

“Where are they?” you whisper, the words cutting your tongue.

And Stark, for all his previous glib, can barely bring himself to answer you. There’s a deadness to his gaze, and you know you haven’t simply lost. You’ve been defeated, ground into the dirt until there’s no point in living.

“They’re gone.”

READ PART 2 HERE

A/N: I am late to the Doctor Strange game, I know. But gah watched Multiverse of Madness last week and mmmmmmm. I'm in trouble y'all. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates!

[pinkthick]

You’re okay

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: His throat begged for relief as if scorched by an unseen fire. The burning sensation clawed at his senses, a relentless reminder of a desperate need that seemed perpetually out of reach. The elusive promise of a drink lingered just beyond his grasp, taunting him with its absence.

Warnings: Blood, Minor Character death

Credits for the art with Stephen lolojefie/jay on Tiktok.

In the dim haze of consciousness, Stephen Strange found himself suspended in a disorienting void. A throbbing ache enveloped every fiber of his being, a cruel symphony of pain that rendered him powerless. The mere thought of opening his eyes seemed an insurmountable task, as if the weight of the universe bore down upon his lids. His body, a canvas of agony, pulsated with an unrelenting torment. Each attempt to move was met with a searing reminder that something was profoundly wrong. The world around him felt like a blurry, chaotic whirlwind, and the mere notion of steadying himself slipped through the cracks of his fragmented awareness.

His throat begged for relief as if scorched by an unseen fire. The burning sensation clawed at his senses, a relentless reminder of a desperate need that seemed perpetually out of reach. The elusive promise of a drink lingered just beyond his grasp, taunting him with its absence. So so thirsty.

A tempest of anguish stormed through his mind, his head a battleground where every thought waged war against the others. The ache within intensified with each passing moment, a merciless crescendo that threatened to shatter the fragile remnants of his composure. A disconcerting vertigo gripped him, the world spinning in a disconcerting dance that left him suspended in a disoriented limbo. His attempts to move only deepened the sensation, as if the cold floor beneath him had become an unstable sea, threatening to capsize his already battered senses.

His neck, a tenuous link between consciousness and the void, throbbed with a relentless pulse. It felt as if it were melting away, dissolving into the chaos that surrounded him. The sensation of bones breaking echoed through his perception, each imaginary fracture adding to the cacophony of torment that consumed him. Amidst the symphony of pain, he questioned the nature of his own sounds—were they screams of despair or tears of anguish? The line between agony and expression blurred, lost in the tumultuous storm that raged within the confines of his battered body.

A new wave of torment surged through Stephen, a peculiar agony that seemed to originate from within his own mouth. His teeth, usually stalwart guardians of his resolve, now betrayed him with an intensity that bordered on the surreal. It felt as if new teeth were erupting from his gums, an excruciating transformation that defied all logical explanation.

In the midst of his cries, a desperate symphony of pain, he was almost certain he heard a haunting giggle—an unsettling sound that echoed through the darkness, as though mocking his suffering. The cryptic laughter added an eerie layer to his predicament, an unsettling presence that danced on the periphery of his awareness.

His attempts to move, to escape the relentless agony, were thwarted by an unseen force. Something, insidious and unyielding, held him in check. Every strained effort to break free only intensified the pain coursing through his body, as if the very fabric of reality conspired against him.

With a surge of determination, he managed to pry his eyes open briefly, revealing a darkened room that enveloped him in shadows. The feeble illumination hinted at the cold glint of some chains.

What..I..I was on a mission, right?

As Stephen forced his eyes to remain open, the dim light of the room gradually revealed obscured figures in the shadows. His vision, still clouded by the remnants of disorientation, struggled to bring the mysterious shapes into focus. The people in the room appeared as mere silhouettes, their features shrouded in a veil of uncertainty.

A disconcerting realization gripped him—his Cloak of Levitation, a constant companion in the arcane battles he faced, was conspicuously absent. The absence of the sentient garment left him vulnerable. Levi?

He didn’t feel okay. There was a hunger that had never experienced before and it gnawed at his insides.

And then..

A sudden, sharp pain jolted through Stephen's lower lip, drawing his attention to an unsettling discovery. In the dim light of the room, he felt an unusual protrusion—fangs, elongated and alien, had emerged where none had existed before. The realization struck him with a disorienting force, amplifying the dread that coiled in the pit of his stomach. As he explored the newfound appendages with his tongue, a metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth.

Confusion mingled with horror as he retraced the fragments of memory that now clawed at the edges of his consciousness. He recalled going on a mission..to eliminate some vampires. He couldn't believe that he had become the very thing he sought to eradicate.

“No," he muttered in disbelief, the word escaping through his bloodied lips.

The mocking laughter of a woman reverberated through the dimly lit room, a cruel echo that punctuated Stephen's grim realization. Her voice, dripping with amusement, sliced through the air as she observed his plight. "You know, I really thought you wouldn’t have made it, but look at you. A sorcerer turned vampire, we don’t get to see that often," she taunted, reveling in the incongruity of his transformed state.

Stephen's response was a hiss, an involuntary reaction fueled by a potent mix of defiance and the primal instincts that now coursed through his vampiric veins. The expletive, a defiant retort, betrayed the frustration and desperation that festered within him.

"Fuck you," he spat, the words laced with venom as he strained against the chains that bound him. The metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth, a visceral reminder of the surreal reality he now faced. Unfazed by his outburst, the vampire woman continued her cruel commentary, addressing the unseen others in the room. "Look at him, a newborn vampire. Isn’t he just so cute?"

The condescension in her tone deepened Stephen's sense of helplessness. Each tug on the chains echoed his futile resistance, a symbolic struggle against the insidious fate that had befallen him.

The entrance of a human woman, tears streaming down her face, marked a chilling turn in the macabre tableau. Her anguish was palpable, a visceral counterpoint to the cruel amusement that danced in the eyes of the vampire woman who orchestrated this nightmarish scene.

As they positioned the sobbing woman almost within arm's reach of Stephen, an insidious scent wafted through the air, igniting an unholy hunger within him. His mouth watered involuntarily, and his eyes betrayed a feral transformation—deepening shades of crimson replacing the once-familiar hue.

Sharp Claws extended from his fingertips, catching him off guard. The realization that he now possessed such predatory appendages intensified the surreal horror that gripped his every sense. What had he become? The question reverberated through his newly altered consciousness.

His gaze fixated on the wounded human, a profound conflict raging within him. A sinister smile played on the vampire woman's lips as she observed his internal struggle. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, an irresistible lure that goaded the primal instincts now coursing through his vampiric veins.

A guttural growl escaped his throat, the struggle against his burgeoning hunger manifesting in the tense rise and fall of his chest. The internal battle played out on his features—a dance of torment, desire, and self-restraint.

The vampire woman, reveling in the macabre spectacle, posed a taunting question to Stephen. "Aren’t you hungry?"

The words hung in the air, a malevolent invitation that pierced through the cacophony of his internal turmoil. Stephen's breath quickened, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churning within him. The pull of his vampiric instincts clashed with the vestiges of his human morality, and a desperate plea for restraint echoed in the recesses of his mind.

In the grip of his insatiable hunger, Stephen succumbed to the primal urges that now dictated his existence. With an explosive burst of strength, he shattered the chains that bound him to the wall, his predatory instincts propelling him forward.

He practically lunged at the weeping woman, driven by an overwhelming need for the crimson elixir that promised both sustenance and a dark euphoria. The taste of her blood, once a distant temptation, now coursed through him like a potent nectar, momentarily drowning the turmoil within.

The woman's anguished cries filled the room as Stephen, consumed by the ravenous frenzy, sank his fangs into her neck. Each swallow was a macabre communion with the darkness that enveloped him, an unholy ecstasy that eclipsed reason and morality.

"No! Please—I... It hurts so much. Please stop!" she pleaded in vain, her desperate pleas echoing through the chamber. Stephen, lost in the throes of his predatory trance, remained deaf to her cries as the life force drained from her.

It was only when the woman went limp against him that a dreadful realization crashed upon Stephen's consciousness.

The haze of bloodlust began to lift, revealing the haunting truth—he had just taken the life of someone innocent.

As he withdrew from the now lifeless form, horror etched across his features, he recoiled in shock. The woman's face was no longer obscured, and in the ghastly revelation, he beheld the face of his wife, Y/N. A profound wave of grief and remorse washed over him, his heart heavy with the weight of an unspeakable atrocity. He recoiled from the bloodstained reality before him, grappling with the monstrous act he had committed. Y/N's lifeless eyes stared back at him, accusing and haunting.

Stephen's anguished cries reverberated through the dim chamber, a heart-wrenching lament that echoed the depth of his despair. Clutching Y/N's lifeless form to his chest, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained his hands.

"Y/N! I’m sorry; I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t—" he wailed, the sound of her name a tortured plea that hung heavy in the air. The weight of his grief, compounded by the monstrous act he had committed, bore down on him like an insurmountable burden.

Amidst his mourning, the cruel laughter of the other vampires resounded, a sinister chorus that intensified the throbbing ache in Stephen's head.

In the cold grip of the night, Stephen bolted upright in bed, his labored breaths betraying the remnants of the nightmare that had seized him. Disoriented and consumed by the lingering horrors, he found himself enveloped in the soft glow of Y/N's presence. Her eyes reflected concern as she observed the anguish etched across his tear-streaked face.

Y/N gently cupped his face in her hands, her touch a soothing balm against the spectral memories that haunted him. "Hey hey, Stephen. Breathe, come on," she murmured, her voice a tender reassurance that cut through the lingering echoes of his night terrors.

Stephen struggled to obey, his attempts to draw breath feeling stifled by the lingering shadows of the dream. His hands trembled as he desperately clung to Y/N, seeking solace in the tangible reality of her presence.

"Stephen, love, breathe. You're here, you're home," she urged, her voice a lifeline that pulled him from the abyss of his subconscious terrors. Her words, a gentle reminder of the sanctuary that surrounded him, began to coax him back to the realm of wakefulness.

But as Stephen's breaths steadied, a haunting revelation clawed its way to the surface. His voice, choked with remorse, cried out, "You were... I was the one that killed you. I—"

Y/N, recognizing the depth of Stephen's pain, brought his head to rest against her chest, offering the solace of her heartbeat as a grounding rhythm against the lingering echoes of the nightmare. Silently, he continued to weep, his tears a testament to the profound weight of the dreamscape that had ensnared him.

"I'm not dead, I'm okay. You’re okay. It was just a nightmare," Y/N reassured him, her voice a gentle melody that sought to dispel the haunting remnants of the dark visions that had tormented his sleep.

Pulling away from her chest, Stephen clung to Y/N, his arms wrapped around her in a desperate embrace that refused to let go.

His words, uttered with a mixture of relief and residual fear, broke the silence. "It wasn't a nightmare with Dormammu at least."

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers gently tracing soothing patterns on his back. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to," she offered.

A heavy silence lingered between them before Stephen found the courage to articulate the haunting images that clung to his consciousness. "I was back in that room, and it was exactly how it happened, except that the woman I killed was..."

Y/N, sensing the weight of his unspoken words, pressed a tender kiss to his lips, a gesture that spoke volumes of her understanding and unwavering support.

"You know it wasn't your fault," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm that sought to dispel the shadows of guilt that clouded his mind. Stephen scoffed, his self-reproach evident in the lines etched across his face. "It sure felt like it was mine."

Undeterred, Y/N continued to hold him, her arms a comforting embrace that refused to let go. In the quiet sanctuary they had carved out for themselves, she reaffirmed, "It wasn't your fault, Stephen. And you know that.”

He didn’t respond as he clung to her, the echoes of the past began to lose their grip, dissipating in the warmth of their shared embrace. Y/N's presence, a steadfast anchor, reminded Stephen that in the sanctuary of their love, the wounds of the past could heal. In that moment, they found solace in each other's arms, reaffirming that, despite the darkness that lingered in the recesses of memory, they were okay.

Notes: Not sure if I should have posted this, but there’s that. 🙃

Hope you enjoyed reading this.