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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.

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In Another Life

Stephen Strange x Reader: Chapter 1

( Strange Supreme from What If…? )

series masterlist. | part 2.

Summary: When all is said and done, you couldn’t help but feel pity for the man who lost it all. Despite the risks, what shall you do with the growing desire to stay in a universe you don’t belong in?

Warnings: Spoilers for MoM and What If…? 18+ themes. Angst, hurt/comfort, slight manipulation, general trigger warning for evil strange. General gore and violence. Kinda cheating? Idk if loving another Stephen is considered cheating but it’ll be a warning just in case.

A/n: the setting of this universe is sinister strange’s, but I like writing the complicated character arc of Strange Supreme. Considering that the two are very similar and sinister strange probably being inspired by the what if strange, I decided to just combine the two.

When you were practically sucked into another universe with your Stephen in tow, you were not expecting to be greeted with the sound of complete silence.

“Ugh,” the deep voice behind you groaned out as you helped him up from such a compromising position. With a grunt of gratitude, he walked past you to prepare himself for the uncertainty that lay ahead. It wasn’t until he stepped out of the alleyway you both were in to take in the horrific sight.

“Oh God,” you breathed out. “What the hell happened here?” From where you both were, you saw strings of black goo that used to be abandoned cars and bridges floating up in the air. It was almost as if this universe was slowly decaying, as there was no sign of life in this universe. Your Stephen sucked in a deep breath, doing his best to steady his racing, anxious mind from all the possible dangers this universe could present to you both. Contrary to his confidence before this current predicament, the man had been through too much these past few hours. These events caused him to reconsider his arrogant nature. He pushed away all his intrusive thoughts and took your hand.

“Come, (y/n). We must find another me so we can get out of here right away,” he said sternly. All you could do was nod in your stunned state, walking slightly behind your companion. You continued to look around at the depressing atmosphere when a thought came to your mind slowly; one that filled you with dread and fear for your partner.

“Stephen?” You started and then hesitated to continue. “Hm?” He replied absentmindedly. He was more focused on the task at hand, which you couldn’t blame him for. Summoning up the courage you needed for this conversation, you squeezed his hand. “I have a feeling that this…other you had something to do with the state of this world.”

Eyes widening from your accusation, he stopped and turned to look at you. “How on earth did you come up with that conclusion?” He asked incredulously. You winced at his tone, but you chose to go on. He needed this wake up call, you justified to yourself. You let go of his shaking hand and looked him directly into his eyes. Rarely were you ever this serious, which only brought him more dread at the conversation he was about to have.

“Stephen, if I’ve learned something from this entire experience, it’s that this could be something you have to learn about yourself. From what you told me about the counsel people—“ “The Illuminati,” he corrected quickly. You narrowed your eyes. “The Illuminati… said that you’re a danger to the multiverse.” You paused to look around. “If I’m honest, I don’t really know anyone who could pull off this kind of magic except for you, Stephen.” Finally, you took his hands into your own once more. “I’m not really sure if it’s a good idea to seek out this Stephen. If he’s capable of doing this, then what else is he capable of?”

He had to admit to himself that you had a point. You always did. It’s what he adored about you. You were always so analytical and intuitive. Even at the cost of his typical self-esteem and morality, he nodded hesitantly at your statement and turned back towards the direction of the Sanctum. “As much as I wish to agree with you, we have no way back to our universe. We need to find a way out.” He turned back to look at you, and the softness in his eyes returned as he stared at your lovely face. With one hand reaching out to you, he leaned in to kiss your forehead in his moment of vulnerability.

“I don’t want you to get hurt in this universe for my mistakes, (y/n). I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something happen to you.” He must have noticed your fear of him and the Stephen of his universe. But he was determined to not only fix the damage that he has caused, but protect you from his own self. If that was his intention, you allowed yourself to kiss his gloved hand, returning his rare affection. It was a silent gesture of your solidarity and faith in him. He was your partner, after all. You promised him that only death could part the two of you in this lifetime. A small smile formed on his lips and you looked up with newfound confidence.

“Alright. Let’s go home.”

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You’ve finally found this universe’s Sanctum and you can’t say that you were surprised at the state it was in. Decaying and devoid of life, the scene in front of you was quite intimidating, to say the least. You knew Stephen felt your hesitation as he leaned onto your side to kiss the top of your head once more. You must admit, despite his actions being foreign to his personality, you liked the protectiveness he had over you at this very moment. You could probably deduce that he does it because he is afraid of his own self too.

Still, he walked up to the large doors, pushing them open to reveal a long flight of stairs on top of an endless sea within the Sanctum’s walls. The door shut behind you suddenly, causing you to jump. Chuckling at your antics, Stephen wrapped his arm around your waist and proceeded to lead you up the stairs and towards the top.

Finally, you both stepped into the room. You were a little bit weary from going up the long flight of stairs, but your guard was still up. Stephen went ahead of you to call out to the room. “Hello?” He asked out loud. You looked behind you, making sure nobody snuck up behind you both. He continued. “I’m here because we need your help getting back to our universe.”

There was a brief silence that filled the room until cautious footsteps made their way down the stairs. You couldn’t even see the mysterious man yet, but by making out the scars on his hand, you knew it was the other Stephen. The grip on your sling ring tightened in your hand as he stepped down.

“Who are you?” He asked, exhaustion and sadness seeping into his tone. From his voice, you could already tell that he had been traumatized from the state of his universe, regardless of whether or not he caused it. You tuned out as the two engaged in conversation as your mind wandered to possible reasons as to how this Strange got into this predicament, but your thoughts were abruptly stopped when you heard the sound of your Stephen’s disks appearing in defense. Despite your surprise, you steadied yourself, taking out your sword with the help of your sling ring. When you looked back at the other Stephen, you gasped in horror as you saw a third eye on his forehead. Not only that, but some of his body parts sprouted out wings and tentacles that surrounded his body in defense. A wicked smile you’ve never seen before spread on his face.

What the hell happened to him?

He was the first to act, tentacles reaching out towards your Stephen. He quickly blocked them with his shield before throwing his disks back at the other. His attempts were pathetically cast aside by that creature, opting instead to open his mouth towards his counterpart with powerful beams shooting out. Your Stephen was unable to dodge this attack, his body floating upwards. From where you were, you watched the love of your life have his powers and soul sucked out of him. There was no time to act, vengeance and red hot anger flashing in your eyes. Your attacks were a surprise to the other, knocked back by your sword’s slices across his body. He yelled out in pain, reaching out blindly to wrap his arms around your neck. His efforts were in vain, your own magic protecting your neck from the pressure of his glowing fists with magical symbols. His hand quickly released your neck as the magic proceeded to burn and melt his hand entirely. You didn’t need to read the darkhold for you to practice dark magic. Your Stephen was still trying to recover as you pointed your golden sword at the other Strange’s neck. He was about to attack you once more out of stubbornness when his dark eyes finally looked up at you. Suddenly, all evil intentions seemed to dissipate. Confusion was clear on your face as he stopped paying attention to his melting hand. It looked like he saw you as a ghost. And his next words proved that to be true.

“(Y/n)? Y-You’re… alive…?” He whispered out with vulnerability and tenderness. You recognized that tone, a tone your Stephen reserved only for you. As you came to the conclusion of his confusing action, your eyes widened in shock.

He loved you in this universe. And from what you could tell, he probably destroyed his universe to save you.

You stuttered out a shaky breath at your conclusion. Removing the curse and symbols from your neck and his hand, you stumbled back against the pillar. He gasped in relief as his hand grew back from its previous torment. You couldn’t believe it. This Stephen was evil, but only because he wanted to save you.

Getting up from his weakened state, your Stephen tried to make his way towards you, worry clear all over his face once he saw the state that you were in. Sensing his movement, the other Strange knocked him back against the wall while his eyes fixated on you. You were mesmerized by his gaze, shocked at how intense he looked at you. It was filled with wild love, almost obsession over the fact that you were alive. You didn’t really like this look. This wasn’t the type of love that gave you butterflies when your Stephen looked at you. No… this was terrifying and unsettling. Still, perhaps you could use this opportunity to get what you both wanted. It hurt to think about, but you could use his love for you as a way for you and Stephen to get home.

While your Stephen was once again knocked unconscious, you gulped and stepped forward, cupping his cheek with your soft hand. You weren’t expecting him to let out a choked sob as his scarred hand reached up to shakily press your hand against his bony cheek. Even though it was scary, you needed to be strong. This was Stephen Strange, the love of your life. Even if he was terrifying, you reminded yourself that there was always something to love about each Stephen. For this one, it was the way he treated you with such care and gentleness. The way he looked at you as if you were the only person that ever mattered to him. He only confirmed what you now know. Stephen Strange loves you in every universe.

“Stephen,” you breathed out, slowly kneeling down to his level. He flinched a bit at the movement, but he saw you meant no harm and swiftly pulled you close. Feeling guilty that your heart beat faster while close to his body and his lips, you lowered your gaze. Stephen wouldn’t allow that. “Look at me,” he murmured against your ear, causing your chest to heave faster. Timidly, you looked up at him, feeling the full force of sensual tension that lit your body, mind and soul on fire. He stared at you for a moment before he gently traced your jawline with his thumb. He took a deep breath against your cheek and neck as the other hand on top of your own against his cheek moved down to clasp your wrist. At this moment, you couldn’t concentrate on your Stephen anymore, unable to resist the charm you always fell in love with.

(Y/n)…” he breathed against your neck, causing you to shake against his hold. You couldn’t take it. It was too much for you to handle and you needed to snap out of it. Moving your other hand up to lightly pull his hair to face you again, you leaned in subconsciously, your lips barely touching his. You tried your best to ignore your heart pounding in your ears as you spoke with the same gentleness he gave you.

“Stephen, please. I… If you love me, please help me find a way back home,” you drawled out reluctantly. Was it wrong that doubt crossed your mind on wanting to leave this Stephen behind? It wasn’t long before the man in your arms slightly let go of his embrace. You felt bad for him. You knew he wanted you to stay, but didn’t know what else you could do to convince him to help. Luckily for you, he made that decision for you.

“I will help you, but it comes with a price,” he spoke solemnly before looking into your eyes. You nodded, moving closer to him so you could give him all your attention. He saw this and took your hand to kiss the palm of it for a moment. When he looked at you, you waited nervously for him to finish his words.

“Your Stephen can go home right away, but you have to spend a few days with me here before you can go too. You must also promise me that when you go home, you will visit me often. Understood?”

Even though his voice was gentle, you could practically feel the threatening power he held behind his request. It was a type of wrath you did not want to face. Swallowing a lump forming in your throat, you nodded right as your Stephen woke up.

“Understood.”

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A/n: I will be posting the next chapter by tomorrow. It’ll be a short series but I might extend it to have more chapters in the future, depending on whether or not people will see this and like it. :)

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Through Glass (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7: The Distance

Rating: T

Summary: Stephen and Strange finally go head to head.

A/N: Uhhhhhhhh, remember when I apologized last chapter for up and disappearing? Yea…SORRY. Life has been very very busy. Sorry for this being relatively short.

Strange = Dr. Strange in reader’s universe

Stephen = Strange-Supreme

Warnings: Feelings of being watched, Multiversal Stalking, Possessive!Stephen, Eventual body horror, Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader, No Y/N, First Person POV, What If AU where Reader dies instead of Christine, Strange-Supreme just needs a hug honestly, Stephen in Reader’s universe is a big dummy, Stephen is touch starved, consentacles (ch.6), smut (ch.6), reader/monster romance

Catch up with Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

I've seen this yearning take on a frightening form The memory of you will make sure my past lingers on And I still love how you say my name I still taste you kissing my pain away Still see your tears through the rain

After Wong had left to prepare the Kamar-Taj and the other sanctums for yet another attack—despite still recovering from Wanda, Strange hit the ground running on a solution. He logically expected pushback in the form of a fight but without Wong to help with preparing a heavy-duty protection spell, it took him a lot longer to prepare. Between that and coming up with a game plan that Wong would approve, Strange took a little longer than he’d like for such a pressing matter. Once he was ready, however, he wasn’t going to be stopped by any coyness or front doors. He was getting straight to the point and finally finishing this drawn-out incident.

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The next twelve (or so) hours that Stephen and I shared together were pure domesticated bliss. But, with bliss eventually comes hunger.

I spread the last of the cream cheese on a toasted bagel, tossing the knife in the sink and grabbing both plates to head to the living room.

“Here’s your—shit!” I started, just about jumping out of my skin as I saw Strange stepping through a portal with his eyes trained on me. I was able to keep the bagels from an untimely meeting with the floor. “Hungry?” I pushed the plate toward Strange, glad Stephen was nowhere in sight. He had probably sensed him incoming and had no time to warn me.

“Two bagels?” Strange asked with an unimpressed raise of an eyebrow.

“I’m glad you can count. Bagel?”

“Where is he?” Strange demanded.

“Who?”

“I’m really not in the mood for you to play dumb,” Strange groaned, using magic to remove the plates from my hands. Thankfully, they reappeared elsewhere. “The person who was going to eat the other bagel, your dog, whatever you’re calling him. Where. Is. He?”

“Are you saying I can’t eat two bagels by myself? Because I totally could and I’m prepared to prove you wrong.”

I didn’t realize I’d been shuffling backwards until my shoulder hit the edge of the hallway. It was stupid really, attempting to rush into my room and close the door knowing full well Strange could just wiggle his fingers and make something happen. But I attempted it anyway and now I was locked inside of my, now doorless, room with him.

“Now…” Strange sighed at my minor inconveniences, “…the faster you give him up, the faster this gets over with. Youasked me for help, remember? So, if he’s threatening you, I can help with that.” Strange continued walking toward me until I was backed against the wall with no way out, “However, if you’re protecting him…”

My eyes flicked over Strange’s shoulder, spying Stephen’s murderous reflection in the mirror, “Step back, please.”

“Why? Is your dog going to come take a bite out of me?” Strange huffed, glancing over his shoulder but not seeing the reflection that I had.

“You’re going to piss him off!”

“Who?!” He shouted.

“You! Okay!?” I snapped.

Strange’s face fell as Wong’s assessment was confirmed by my confession. Strange mumbled a curse and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Hey, asshole!” Strange turned and yelled into the room, arms spread open. He walked to the middle of the room, monitoring any reflections he could. After a beat of silence, he locked eyes with me again, “I’m assuming he got spooked and went back in when I arrived?”

I rolled my eyes at “spooked” and shrugged, “Most likely.”

“Good,” he smirked, moving his arms in wide motions, creating a complex sigil before my eyes. “I’m locking him out for good, this time.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach despite knowing my Stephen was stronger. What if Strange could pull it off? Then what?

“No!” I lurched forward, stupidly grabbing his arm mid-cast. “You can’t! He’s not a bad person!”

Strange stepped away from me, pausing the casting so I didn’t hurt myself, “I’m trying to protect you! Just like you asked!”

“You don’t even know me!”

“That didn’t matter before. And anyway, it’s for the best. Knowing me would put you in danger that you couldn’t handle,” Strange snarled grimly, drawing his brows together.

“According to you, I already am.”

Strange huffed as his concentration broke, moving away from me and stomping over to the large mirror where most of the energy had been concentrated before.

“Strange, dammit!” I shoved his shoulder as he began to cast the spell again.

“You are pushing every last button I have,” he growled, shaking me off his shoulder.

Facing the mirror again, Strange quickly shuffled back a few steps as Stephen appeared, fully decked out in his menacing creature form.

Shit.

“Oh, he’s not bad, huh?” Strange stressed, waving an arm out to the mirror. “Look at him!”

Strange restarted the spell again only for me to shove him harder. I had barely made contact when I was pushed by an invisible force, landing hard on the floor with a groan. I stood back up, no injuries to speak of other than a bruised ego and a bruised ass.

“Uh, ow?”

“If you’d’ve stayed back, I wouldn’t hav—,” Strange was cut off as tentacles suddenly pushed through the mirror, wrapping around Strange’s neck, wrists, and torso. He was lifted off the ground, bringing him eye level to Stephen, while keeping his hands apart.

Stephen leaned out of the mirror, snarling and growling filling up the room instantly, “Don’t you dare bring harm to them again! You know how important they are to us, coward!”

“They’re not—gah—yours to protect,” Strange choked out. “What happened—to—yours, hmm?”

“They’re gone,” Stephen brought his face even closer to Strange’s then glanced slightly upwards to Strange’s forehead. “Oh…,” Stephen chuckled, “…how precious.”

Strange’s fists were clenched, wrists contorting as he tried to over power Stephen as violet magic emanated from his fists. It was only then that I noticed the third eye on Strange’s face. Not that more than two eyes was strange to me at this point, I just wasn’t aware that Strange had some of that funk going on, too.

“The Darkhold, Doctor? What a hypocrite!” Stephen spat.

“I—did what I—had to do,” Strange gurgled.

“To save the girl, yes. I’m aware America Chavez resides here. Great kid. Anyway,” Stephen brought Strange’s hand in between them with a tentacle, “Here’s the difference between you and me, Doc.” With some effort, Stephen managed to force one of his arms back to his human form from the elbow down to his fingers. He put their hands side by side, one heavily scarred and shaking while the other stood unmarred and perfectly still, and snarled, “You didn’t have to lose them to follow your fate into the Mystic Arts. I did!”

As Stephen said his piece, I felt for Strange as I watched his face grow a deeper red—borderline purple—and worryingly so as the tentacles seemed to squeeze harder the more Stephen raged on. Hesitantly, I approached, making sure Shumi was able to sense my presence amidst all the emotion before laying a hand on the tentacle wrapped around Strange’s neck.

“Stephen, please,” I asked softly.

“Get back,” Strange wheezed, more air than noise escaping.

Stephen snarled at Strange before glancing at me from the corner of a few of his eyes, while the others stayed trained on Strange.

“Put him down before something bad happens. This universe still needs its Doctor Strange.”

Stephen responded with something akin to a grumble and loosened up the tentacles, letting Strange drop to his feet with a not-so-gentle thud.

“Wha—?” Strange wheezed, clutching his neck and his face only donning two eyes once more, but still staring at Stephen’s bare arm. “Ah—How?”

“The car accident,” Stephen’s voice distorted midway through speaking as he calmed the beings inside him and switched back to his human form; his body going back behind the mirror. His red and purple robes sat heavily on his shoulders contrasting his gaunt, pale features with his light brown hair contrasting Strange’s deep, black hair. “They died in the car accident. In my accident.”

“Y—you knew them…before?” Strange cleared his throat, eyes squinting as he tried to piece together Stephen’s timeline.

Stephen’s head nodded silently, eyes cast downward at the mention of his past; clearly still feeling the weight of the guilt of his actions.

“So, you joined the Mystic Arts and turned yourself in to this? Do I even want to know what you did?!” Strange berated him. “You could have gone back to work but you chose this instead?”

Stephen’s face snapped up, a snarl marring his human features. He charged toward the mirror with fists balled and fury in his eyes, “They meant more to me than work! That’s the difference between you and me.”

Strange responded in kind, bringing up huge orange runes to shield himself in case Stephen did anything.

“Stop!” I snapped. “Look, Strange, he’s been here for months and hasn’t done anything bad. Those aren’t his intentions.”

“He’s still dangerous,” Doctor Strange stated matter of factly.

“He’s no—.”

“You have no idea what just his presence could do here, okay? Just his being here destabilizes the multiverse and could cause far more harm than he may intend,” Strange raised his voice, just on the edge of condescending despite the glare from Stephen.

“I—is that true?” I stalled thickly, looking over at Stephen for answers.

“It’s hypothetica—.”

“It’s actually very real, thank you,” Strange interrupted. “Incursions are not to be trifled with.”

Stephen scoffed, “Please, I’ve hopped around the multiverse plenty and nev—.”

“Oh my fu…,” Strange trailed off, running a hand over his tired face.

“For good reason! There have been plenty of multiversal disasters prevented thanks to me, your highness. So, you’re welcome for dealing with them before they reached your universe.”

“Coming from someone who has had to rectify his own incursion, they are still not to be brushed off as hypothetical!” Strange stressed.

“I jus—.”

“—Haven’t you ruined enough!?” Strange nearly shouted.

Stephen stopped speaking immediately, suddenly feeling very small despite the power inside him.

“From the looks of it, your universe isn’t doing too hot,” Strange made a show of peering around Stephen. “Then you drove erratically with them in the car and had the audacity to think you could…what? Fix it? Without consequences? Am I on the right track?”

Stephen was still silent.

“Stephen…” I murmured.

“No,” he whispered back. “He’s right.”

“No...,” my eyes widened.

“I’ll leave,” Stephen nodded, finally picking his eyes up and looking at me. “I just wanted more time.”

“Please don’t go,” I pushed forward to the mirror, feeling my throat tightening with every word.

“I have to,” Stephen looked away, the sight of tears pooling in my eyes suddenly too much for him to watch. “You were never mine to have anyway. You’re his.”

Overwhelmed with anger, I hit the wall next to the mirror with my palm and ignored the pain thereafter, “No one owns me! He doesn’t even know me! Not like you do!” I blew up at the mirror. My chest heaved with furious breathing and hitched breaths underneath the sight of tears making their way down my cheeks.

“I know, hey…” Stephen pushed himself part way through the mirror, not caring if Strange protested or not. He pressed his forehead against mine and settled his hands on the outside of my upper arms, rubbing his hands up and down to calm me. “…I know. And I don’t agree with him but…”

“I’m right here,” Strange scoffed distantly.

“…I’m sorry,” Stephen murmured.

I was barely able to brush my lips against his before he was pulling away completely, looking completely dejected and defeated without Strange even having to lift a finger to accomplish it. I slowly stepped back out of shock that this was happening.

“Whatever Multiversal saving you’ve been doing aside…I’m going to need you to respect this for this universe at least,” Strange sighed. “I really don’t want to drag Wong here to help me seal the place up.”

Stephen nodded solemnly.

“You can't make him go!” I suddenly blurted out, grabbing onto Strange’s forearm. “You can’t do this! He just wants to feel again!” Strange kept his arm strong to keep me back from the mirror as my words slowly disintegrated into sobs. My weight shifted ominously making Strange shift to catch me and help lower me to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Don’t touch me! Get the fuck out of my house!” I pushed him away and used my feet to scoot myself away from him. I pressed my back against the wall, bringing my palms to my eyes and refusing to see Stephen drift away like a dream.

“Doc…” Stephen murmured over my sobs.

Strange closed his eyes and straightened himself up, giving his attention over to the pale face in the mirror.

“You don’t need to do this self-sacrificing stunt that we always pull,” Stephen muttered. “You can still fix things with them.”

“You’re the last person who should be giving advice,” Strange rolled his eyes.

“On the contrary, and don’t look at me like that. I am you. I clocked your idiotic plan a few weeks into being here,” Stephen snapped and then sighed again, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Look, I’ve made a lot of mistakes but them? They were never a mistake.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Strange flicked his eyes over to my curled up ball of a form.

“You’re allowed to feel and be human. You do deserve to be loved and happy.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to love someone or to have them love me,” Strange’s voice wavered. “I’m scared to lose them.”

“So, you keep them at a distance before anything can begin, I get it. But, as much as you think they’re not, they are safer with you. And despite what you’ve pulled so far, they’re forgiving to a fault—given some time. You have a chance still. Take it from me…Don’t. Waste. It. It could be your last one.”

Strange watched as his darker self turned around and walked away, slowly fading out into Strange’s own reflection. With my sobs still filling the suddenly quiet room, Strange stepped carefully out of the room. He waved his hand, making my bedroom door appear again and disappeared through a circle of sparks. The crackling sparks fizzled out moments later, leaving only me to fill the silence.

Don't you worry There'll be a time when our hearts beat the same Let life carry Across the distance I still see your flame

The Distance - Poets of the Fall (x)

Chapter 8 - Coming Soon

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couldntbedamned · 2 years

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There's Only Butterflies (Take Me Away)

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader, Strange Supreme/Reader, Defender Strange/Reader, Supreme Strange/Reader, Sinister Strange/Reader

Summary: It’s a pocket-dimension full of sunshine, with love that’s all theirs.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Obsession, Some Sexual-ish Content, Blatant disregard for responsibilities to multiple realities

The universe was created just for her.

That's not her being arrogant, that's just a fact.

They call it a pocket dimension.

She simply calls it home. Well, now she calls it home, at least. It’s taken her longer than they would have liked, but she’s mostly made her peace with it.

It’s lovely, she can't deny that.

Every store is perfectly to her taste; all clothing fits perfectly. Only the softest of luxury fabrics are allowed to touch her skin, and while she can wear whatever she wants, after a while it just becomes easier to dress in clothing they prefer. Flowing dresses, robes, and ballet flats that cushion her feet *just so* become her staples and in truth, she finds herself preferring it that way.

There is every food she loves available to her at any time with no sign at all of any of the foods she hates. In fact, food has never been so decadent, so filling, or satisfying. Even her paltry skills in the kitchen yield exquisite results come meal time.

One of them jokes that her cooking is better than eating a full set of infinity stones.

(She’s fairly certain he isn’t joking.)

The people, if one could call the beings inhabiting her universe that, wisp around her. Interactions are pleasant and uplifting when they happen. Then the beings fade away with distance like some kind of video game.

Night skies, when clear, showcase the purple violet twinkle of billions of stars along with beams of the double amethyst moons. Stormy nights have rolling ruby clouds and breathtaking orange lightning, thunder echoing vibrant green. The snow is perfect icy blue, dancing its way down from the heavens and piling at her booted feet.

She makes snowmen of each of them, delighted when they grumble about which one is best or would win in a battle. Their egos can be so fragile.

By day all beaches are white sanded with crashing cerulean waves graced with silver foam… waves that rise up and up before crashing into themselves and rushing up to meet the shore and run between her painted toes. At night the sand is obsidian against emerald oceans.

She builds countless sand castles of both white and black sand, each more elaborate than the last. Sometimes she lets them help, as a treat.

She never burns in the sun.

They ensure she burns in other ways. The best ways.

She has magnificent gardens full of rare and exotic flowers from every universe they’ve inhabited. Some trees offer fruit - and yes, she’s Eve with the apple but it doesn’t matter because the knowledge they offer is worth more than any tale an old book could spin. The grass is always perfectly soft under bare feet, and varies between green and blue and nearly every color she’s ever imagined, depending on the garden’s mood. The shade is always just enough, and the giant toadstools can either be used as seats to rest upon or another source to withstand the sun.

There are only five kinds of butterflies in this universe, curiously. Morpho aega, Napocles jucunda, Morpho sulkowskyi, Callicore cynosura, and Morpho achilles violacrus. The metaphor is a bit on the nose, but she humors them.

She lives in a pretty little fairy tale-like cottage… from the outside. Inside, it’s everything from a metropolitan penthouse to an expansive country palace. Doors open to the beaches, the gardens, cities full of life that wisp around to and fro.

As a child she dreamed of the library from Beauty & the Beast with its spiraling cases and grand splendor. The library they’ve given her is beyond those wildest dreams. Perhaps one day she will venture beyond her favorites and maybe even read a few favorites of theirs. Belle only had the one beast. She has five.

Sometimes there are rooms with nothing but the plushest, comfiest chairs just waiting for her to curl up in with her favorite book or latest crochet project. Other times she has her own theaters showing her favorite movies and television shows as well as movies not yet released. She has more than one pool, though she’s never bothered to count them after stumbling upon the fifth one. At least two are outside, along with lounging chairs or floats.

She can sleep in a different bedroom every night if she so desires.

They’ll find her, wherever she chooses and the rough drag of either a goatee or sometimes blackened fingers against her bare neck or slick folds will inevitably rouse her from sleep.

She can go anywhere she wants in this universe that has been created for her.

Anywhere except away from them.

(After a few thousand loops, she’s stopped even trying.)

This universe was created just for her.

They were the ones who created it and locked her in.

She’s had to figure out what to call them, since they are all Stephen and completely different.

Stephen she knew first - the architect of victory over the Mad Titan though it took five years and an unbearable loss he carried with him, always.

Then there was Strange, who stumbled upon them after conquering (re: swallowing) a multi-dimensional-traveling demon. She feared for her Stephen, but somehow an accord was struck.

She’d lived with Stephen and Strange for a number of months, hidden away safely in the Sanctum, adored at every opportunity by a man who was learning to overcome his fears and a man who’d learned he had nothing left to fear.

There was her Defender, her Sol, another Stephen who had been thrown into their reality by accident and was both unable and wholly unwilling to leave when he saw her.

After that, it wasn’t long before the universe started glitching.

Paradoxes upon impossibilities, ramblings by stolen lives about a sacred timeline, dreams where reality itself was shattering into trillions of billions of pieces.

A plan was made. What that plan was, she hadn’t known - they’d put her to sleep, unwilling to risk upsetting her. Or risk her leaving, she’d later realized.

She woke up - more than three years later - to find not only Stephen, Strange, and Defender, but two more. One she’d nicknamed Supreme, and the other, Sinister.

Of course, it’s never Defender, Supreme, and Sinister to their faces. They are Sol, Doc, and Vincent.

Five sorcerers supreme abandoned their realities for her, creating a new self-contained universe for her.

If that isn't love, then it's obsession at the very least and after a fashion, isn't that the same thing?

It's what she tells herself, at least.

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Dance With Me Tonight?

Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Reader

All I have to say is that Strange Supreme deserved better. So here it is.

"Okay Tony," you mumbled to your best friend. "Better now then never."

"You sure about this kid?” the billionare asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and staring intently into your eyes. "Any Strange is a handful.”

"I'm sure,” you confirmed stubbornly. "This one's more than worth it."

"Then go forth and get your man, my child,” Tony smirked, gently knocking his knuckles on your chin. “They grow up so fast,” he added as he wiped way an imaginary tear before heading out onto the stage.

You tried to calm yourself as Tony pulled up the song you intended to sing to your sorcerer.

You'd met the imprisoned enchanter four years ago almost to the day after a mishap with your inter-dimensional tech. Due to your universal origins, you knew all about the Stephen Strange of the What If…? storyline. Naturally empathetic to his circumstances, you had willingly befriended the suffering man, and persuaded him to join you in the reality you now called home. A large influencer of that decision was that you had somewhat fallen in love with the broken Sorcerer Supreme; but fully understanding and respectful of his devotion to Christine.

But… tonight ... you needed to at least subtly let him know he was loved.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Tony's boistrous announcement snapped you out of your reverie. "We've got a special guest for you tonight. I'm gonna call my friend Y/N up here to sing to a special someone. Y/N! Let's go, darling.”

With a grin and twirl, you grabbed the mic and began to sing.

Stephen had been moodily sipping his martini when he heard Stark’s announcement ring through the common room of Avenger Tower. Whipping his head around from the bar to the stage, he watched heartbroken as you began to sing the song that always made you dance.

When you had fallen into his crystal bubble, he had begun to wonder is he had finally gone mad. You were lively, wise cracking, and a kindly traveller that had never judged him, accepted him wholly, but never took any of his shit and gave a good as you got. When you had fought for his place in your world, he had fallen and fallen hard. But he had vowed that he would never allow another to get close to him , just so that destiny would be satisfied . So he kept you at arms length, but longed for you just the same. It killed him to see you glow as you sang to the one who held your heart.

“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you can I tell you baby,

Lookin’ round there's a whole lot of pretty gentry.

But none like you, you shine so bright!

Yeah!”

You sang as you scanned the room for the dark wizard. Finally spotting him nursing a martini at the bar you began to plot your way through the crowd to him.

"I was wonderin’ if you and me could spend a minute,

Up close, on the floor gettin lost in it,

I won’t give up without a fight!"

You could vividly remember the first time Stephen had walked in on you singing and dancing to the song. You had been making your morning coffee, and had turned on the music while you waited for the elixir of life to brew. Strange had wandered in during the chorus and had watched until the end of the song as you made a fool of yourself and had the audacity to say you had a nice voice!

"Oo oo! Ooo baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Stephen loved nothing more then to hear you sing; love songs were his favorite, because then he could pretend you meant the words for him. He watched, chest aching horribly as you jumped down from the stage and began to move through the crowd, still singing.

How he longed to be the one you were singing to, but why such a divine being would love a hellish creature like him, he couldn’t say. As you moved closer and closer he tried to deduce who the lucky bastard could be, but as far as he knew, you had never come in contact with any of the men here, except for the Avengers.

So which of them could it be? Stark was taken, and you both were more like Fred and George Weasley, anyway. It couldn't be Barton, he was married with kids. Banner, perhaps? It might be Thor but you were a surprisingly quiet individual, considering the company you kept. It might be Loki, Thor had brought his wayward brother to Earth for, essentially, community service. The two were scary similar in personality and habits, so it would make sense... but the Trickster was at the other side of the room. Who the hell could it be?!

"Gettin’ sweaty,

Hot and heavy

In the crowd now!

Take your hands and let them go down down!”

You looked heavenly in your emerald green button down and black vest, you'd never been interested in the normal dress code. You'd always enjoyed shocking everyone with your clothing choices. Tonight, you stood out amongst the sparkling gowns and black tuxedos in the most unique and beautiful way possible. You... oh Vishanti. You were making your way to him.

You watched as finally Stephen figured out that you were singing to him, his whole posture and expression changed from confused to downright shocked.

“Took you long enough, you handsome dummy," you thought as you continued.

"I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Finally standing in front of him as you finished the song.

Everyone cheered, but you ignored them in favor of staring into Stephens eyes.

"Me?" he finally asked faintly.

“You," you agreed softly.

Tears filled the sorcerers’ eyes as be shakily reached for the one who commanded his heart.

You willingly walked into his arms and held him close as he wept silently into your shoulder. Holding him as tightly as you dared, gently combing your fingers through the soft, dark hair of your beloved as he finally let go of the past and embraced the future.

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The Darkness Speaks

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of demons and poltergeists. Mild mental manipulation. Language. Pairing: Bisexual MReader x Strange Supreme (MReader x Ancient One mentioned) Plot: You returned home from a meeting with the Avengers about the state of the barrier around the world, exhausted and something caught onto the drop in your mental barriers. Luckily, a more positive, but equally dark force senses your distress and comes to your rescue. Word Count: 2800 Song Inspiration: It's the Fear by Within Temptation

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I can no longer restrain it: I have to give in.

Something wasn't right. It started with a small tingle in the back of his spine whenever he left from seeing Tony and Rhodey at the compound and it had grown into a full-on chill by the time he got to the doors of the Sanctum. He kept resisting the urge to look over his shoulder: He knew that if he did that, he would see something there he didn't want to deal with nor did he have the strength. The loss of The Ancient One had left him weakened and teetering on the brink of losing the magic that had accumulated in his body. He didn't like to think about what may or may not have figured out that he was weakened as a sorcerer. He ran his hand down the door of the old London building and pushed one of them open, stepping inside with a sigh of relief as warmth washed over him of a familiar kind. That he was home, where he was at least safe for the most part. But as he turned to close the door, he caught sight of what he had been trying to avoid looking at ever since he had portaled back from New York. There, standing on sidewalk at the base of the stairs was a tall dark figure with little to no actual details, just a distinguishing feature of being a human. His entire body turned to ice in the instant that he saw the creature raise its head to look at him and the hollowed eyes revealed themselves to him from under the hood. He immediately took action and tried to close the door so the wards would reactivate, but he wasn't quick enough, and a blast of energy sent him flying backwards with a crash into a nearby table that had the book of the original Master's history on top of it. He landed with a loud wince and the noise alerted his partner who rushed in from the other room and hovered between him and the entity that was now inside of his Sanctum. Cloak had little to no effect on something that wasn't corporeal, but his dedication to the man that had saved his life was so strong that he was able to create a small magical barrier around him, giving his master enough time to get to his feet slowly. The poltergeist was clearly irked by this, disappearing from view and Cloak was jerked to the side, wound into a ball and thrown aside like something useless as the entity reappeared right in front of the sorcerer. The brunette tried to summon his Tao Shields, hoping to give the angered spirit something to feed off of beside himself but they fizzled out just as they ignited: He was too weak from opening the portal back to London to activate his defense.

"You are mine," the spirit growled and his whole body prickled with the darkness that dripped on the vowels of every word and the possessive nature that they held.

He didn't answer and instead threw a blast of white-hot energy at the creature to disorient it and rushed upstairs, where there was a relic of Agamotto's that could help him get the poltergeist out of the building so he could reactivate the wards. But just as he got to the doorway of the relic room, he felt himself being forced onto the ground as a heavy energy landed on his back. He let out a minor yell of pain when he hit the floor so hard that he busted his lip on his teeth. The creature was sitting on his back and growling loudly, intent as hell on taking what little energy he had left in his body to fuel its own existence so that it could continue to torment him probably. He had no idea how this bastard found him, but he needed it gone before his life force was in danger.

"Get off of me!" he finally yelled, bucking himself upwards with enough force to dislodge the creature so that he could get to his feet and back away. As he turned, the black mist now had a full form of a man with deathly white skin, wearing black robes and it was coming at him again. "Vishanti, Agamotto, anyone! Please, help me!"

The man covered his face with his arms, his knees buckled at the force of the energy rushing at him as he leaned back against the case holding the Pendulum of Agamotto. But as he prepared for the force to grab him, nothing every came. He suddenly became aware that everything around him was humming with a massive amount of energy and it was making the glass on the cases rattle as it began to vibrate. As he lowered his arms, daring to look and see what was going on, he noticed that the poltergeist was stuck in a flaming orange circle, encompassing an upwards facing triangle that had circles on the points of contact.

"Don't touch what isn't yours," a deep voice said from the air around the sorcerer.

The Sanctum's master felt his legs finally give out as the energy finally rushed past him, making him fall to the floor at the base of the case, the Pendulum now seemingly activated and trying very hard to get out of the case. The energy turned into a massive, humanoid creature that the Sanctum's master could never have even conjured up in his wildest attempts at a fantasy novel. The structure read to being human, but it was bulky like a dragon, the top half covered in fur and a thick crest of black and red feathers. The legs and tail spoke to being reptilian, a dragon or something thereof with similarly scaled hands and claw tipped fingers. Its back, rather than bearing wings, was home to six large tentacles that were spread out like a fan as if to protect him from the opposing force. The creature's horns were tri-curled and obviously read that it was something akin to a demon from Amercan literature, as well as the six eyes on either side of the head. But if this was a demon, then why exactly had it come to his aid rather than trying to help the poltergeist devour his life energy? Just as he began to question everything that he'd learned up to this point, the glass of the case above him shattered, making him yelp and cover his head so that his face wouldn't get cut any more than his teeth had already succeeded in doing to his lip. He peeked out from under his arm and watched as the Pendulum went to the creature's hand as if it had been waiting to be called to its aid. The demon unlatched the Pendulum in the center and held the two ends up in front of its chest, making a circle appear around them in Eldritch magic. The ends of the artifact began to spin, and the echoing sounds of a clock resounded off the walls as the demon merged the two pieces of the artifact and their circles into one making a clock face appear in front of it. He was stunned; he'd never seen anyone except his teacher be able to wield the Pendulum of Agamotto so effortlessly in all of the time he'd been in Kamar-Taj or master of the Sanctum. But his attention was drawn to the green light emanated from the demon's chest as the rush of magic merged with the circle around the poltergeist where it was thrashing and trying to get away from what was clearly it's end at the hands of this creature. Wave after wave of Time energy bashed at the entity until it finally disappeared completely in a roar of anger and flash of black mist, which faded into the air around the rings where it had been held. He watched and listened as everything subsided, giving him time to get back to his feet and look at the creature as it put the Pendulum back together and the green light disappeared. The artifact went back to its casing as if now a content guard dog ready to take a nap after running the mailman away from the door because it saw envelopes as a real threat. The sorcerer sensed no malicious intent from the demon and curiosity got the better of him, so he stepped forward, but it stepped away.

"Don't be scared," he told the creature as it seemed to wrap its arms and appendages around itself. "I'm not going to seal you, I promise. I just..don't understand why you saved me."

There was a pregnant pause and the Englishman worried that maybe it could speak his language but didn't understand it. At least, until it finally spoke, and the tone of remorse rang a very loud gong in the brunette's mind, "I never wanted you to see me like this…"

The man's mind immediately began to recall the face of the man he'd been seeing in his dreams over the last six months. After The Ancient One's funeral, he had fallen into the Dream Plains by accident, unable to stabilize his magic very well due to the immense grief he felt losing the mother of his unborn child to someone he had once considered a friend. He was found by Nightmare, an entity that ran the Dream Plains with an iron fist and was hellbent on making anyone's life miserable that fell into his territory. The entity - cruel by nature and hellbent on making misery for those who found his domain - had summoned a Bukavac, a nasty water demon that enjoyed devouring people or anything else that got too close to the water where it lived. It was something he had feared since he was a novice and had a run in with one as a child in Pakistan. Luckily for him, there was another entity wandering the Dream Plains that night who was strong enough to force both the demon and Nightmare to release him from the darkness. The man took him to his own plain of existence, which he told him was the remnants of Earth-199999, his Earth in a different branch of the Multiverse. The man introduced himself as Doctor Stephen Strange and said that he was lucky he happened to recognize his energy as being similar to his variant from his branch and that he owed The Ancient One a huge debt for his own actions, so he was more than happy to save him as a way of making amends with the woman's spirit. He was intrigued by this man, so he inquired as to if he was alone in his world completely, to which the man confirmed. He said it was his own fault, that he hadn't listened when he was warned not to do things a certain way, but still he had, and it was his penance. The sorcerer's heart ached for the remorse in the man, so obviously shown in his face and heard in his voice for his actions that had destroyed his entire world and left him to suffer alone in silence. He knew it was risky, but without thinking twice, the master offered to be his guiding light, to try and find a way to speak with him every night so that he wouldn't be alone any longer. For a time, they spoke frequently about trivial things most times; what their frivolous interests were, what their favorite lessons had been, or which had driven them crazy when trying to learn. But as the weeks turned to months, the conversations grew more serious and deeply intimate, with him confessing to the man he'd been in love with The Ancient One and they were supposed to have a son together, but he'd been lost during the pregnancy. She'd been killed by Kaecillius, a man he'd once considered a good friend but had turned to the darker arts to try and gain power. Stephen told him of his loss of the woman he loved, Christine Palmer, and what he'd done to try and save her. The rules he broke, the Ancient One splitting him in two, only to undo all of the fail safes she'd created to prevent him from destroying their world over the woman. That was the first time he'd ever seen the man cry, but it certainly wouldn't be the last. And that same remorse was what he'd heard when the demon spoke to him just now.

"Stephen…" the sorcerer finally whispered, remembering that his voice worked. He watched in surprise as the bulky form receded in a red light and a haze of black mist, leaving the man standing there in front of him, terrified and guilt wracked. "Is that… Are those the creatures you told me about that time when we spoke?"

"I told you I was a monster," the man replied as confirmation, his body visibly trembling as if he were scared. Of what, the London Master couldn't be sure, but he had a pretty strong feeling that it was probably rejection. "It's why I didn't understand why you wanted to keep coming back. I paid my debt; you could have just left and never been the wiser. But now you… Now you see what I am. And I don't blame you for being scared."

"Oh, my darling Doctor Strange, I'm not scared of you. Just…surprised that so many entities can live in one body and not rip the host apart," the man whispered gently. He walked over and Stephen tensed, as if struggling with himself to not move. The brunette paused just long enough to see Cloak come in with a flutter of relief and rush over to latch onto his shoulders, before going back to the issue at hand. He stopped just short of the man and reached out slowly. "Strange. … Stephen, look at me."

The man didn't at first, clearly warring with himself in his head. But after a moment, he allowed himself to turn his head and look at the other sorcerer and the London Master's breath left his lungs at the sight of the tears in the man's tired eyes. He couldn't bare the idea of the man being his upset over the idea that he would leave him just because of something he'd done out of desperation to save the one he loved. Very gently, the brunette reached up and placed his hand on the man's face, cupping his cheek gently and running his thumb over the defined cheekbone. The man was still in poor health, but he certainly was doing much better than he had when they first encountered each other, though it was clear to him that he was still touch starved by the way his eyes fluttered closed and he allowed his shoulders to relax as he leaned into the touch.

"I don't want you to hate me," the man whispered, though it came out more of a whimper.

"I could never hate someone who went the extent you have to try and save the woman you loved from death," he told him, making Stephen open his eyes to look at him with worry. "It was stupid, yes, but very few men would ever have that level of dedication and I would never be able to pass judgement on you for it. It makes most of us look like cowards. You've broken yourself down so far to try and bring her back, because Fate dealt you such a terrible hand. I won't leave you, Stephen. You're safe here, you can try again, and you have my thanks for saving my life…again."

The man bowed his head, and a sob escaped his throat as he reached up, placing one hand over the other man's as he felt his body fully relax. He moved closer and kissed the demonic male's forehead gently before pressing his own against the spot, just to the side of where the man's bangs rested against the skin. He let him cry as long as he needed to, knowing they were tears of relief and joy that finally, he had found somewhere that he could call home, where he knew he wouldn't be judged for the things that he'd done or what he had become in order to accomplish them.

"Probably…" the man tried to say, but a hiccup got in the way and the smaller male chuckled as they parted. Stephen's cheeks were a little pink in response as he wiped his face dry of the tears, giving the man a good look at the Eye of Agamotto around his neck. That explained a lot. "Probably not a good idea for me to stay here though. I can't risk destroying your world by incursion."

"Well," the smaller male said thoughtfully before looking at him from the artifact resting against his chest and gave him a warm smile. "Maybe you can stay just a little longer? I don't think the Watcher is going to get mad if I give you a bath and a warm meal. You smell like sulfur and look like you're about to pass out from the power you just used to save my ass. It's the least I can do."

Stephen laughed a little and it warmed his cold heart, making him smile which the other sorcerer returned. The London Master offered him is hand and for the first time without worry as to what the consequences may be, Stephen reached out to take it and intertwined their fingers. "I think I can live with that."

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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Dancing Beneath The Stars

Pairing: Strange Supreme (838) x F!Reader

Word Count: 4, 011

Summary: At a staff party some feelings get admitted over drinks and a bucket of ice.

Warnings: Some swearing, a tiny bit of angst/a fight, fluff at the end, a tiny bit of doctor kink at the end

A/N: I really wanted to try my hand at Strange Supreme. My ask box is always open for requests and imagines drabbles! This Here is the outfit inspo for the Reader.

How could it only be one in the afternoon? She shook her head looking away from the clock in the corner of her computer screen and back to the research paper she had been editing. Y/n Y/l/n had been hired as an aid in the Illuminati to assist in the organization's research and development of new technologies. She was more than just a body sitting behind a desk proofreading papers, she earned a background in medicine. Working at the Illuminati was a daytime job, she had been working very hard over the past few years in night school determined to become a physician assistant. She was a medical assistant capable of observing basic exams, performing simple procedures such as immunization injections, and administering some medications under the orders of a doctor. She had wanted to be a nurse when she was younger, but after shadowing and working in the field she knew she wanted to be more hands-on with patients. Physician assistants were just as important as doctors, though their scope of practice was slightly more restricted.

The woman sighed heavily, her eyes scanning over the same line over and over again. She needed a break, and luckily for her, somebody had some divine intervention. A knock came on the wall of her little cubical and a red-haired woman peered around the corner, her lab coat swishing in the wind. "Hey Y/n, got a minute?"

She sat up straighter in her chair, her back hurting some from her terrible posture. "Christine! Hey, yeah. What's going on?"

Christine walked into the space, sitting in the chair opposite the desk. She crossed her legs, placing her hands in her lap. "Nothing much, I was just in the area and wanted to see what you were up to."

The woman chuckled a little, her eyebrows jumping a little. "You were just hanging around the offices for fun?" She didn't believe her friend, but shaking her head she gestured to the screen. "Dr. Richards sent me a report to edit so he can submit it for next month's collections."

"It couldn't be that bad," Christine stated.

The woman looked at her with a deadpan expression. "Quantum science: How it affects the brain. I've never heard of half of these words. I've had to borrow three books from the library, including Hank Pym's Quantum Physics for Dummies."

Christine's nose scrunched up, replying with a simple "Ohh" before shaking her head. "Well, it sounds like you need to unwind after work. And what better way than going to the staff party!"

Y/n hummed a little, not sold on the idea. "I don't know. I have a test coming up in a couple of days. I could really use all the time I can get to study."

"You do have a doctor as a best friend." Christine pointed at herself before the two women laughed.

The other woman shook her head. "I don't know. I don't talk to many people outside of work besides you and Johnny Storm."

"What about Stephen?"

Her jaw dropped a little, her shoulders tensing up. "I don't talk personally with him. He's just one of my bosses. In fact, you're one of my bosses." The woman would come to regret this statement.

"Oh please, you are going to turn down a chance to see Stephen's regular clothes? How many times have you told me you wanted to, and I quote, climb him like a tree."

"Shh!!" She exclaimed, standing up slightly trying to peer over the walls of the cubicle to see if anybody had overheard their conversation. She settled back into her chair, looking back at Christine. "If anybody finds out about that, I'm coming for your left shoes. All of them."

Christine laughed again, moving a piece of her hair that fell out of place. "Come on, I've seen the way you look at him. How your jaw drops slightly when he's around, how you pay extra attention to him when he's talking to you, or in general."

Y/n looked down, shaking her head. Had she really been that obvious about her feelings towards the Sorcerer Supreme, the man behind the Illuminati? "Silly, huh? Somebody like me having feelings for a man like him."

Christine looked at her friend, sighing a little. "I did."

The woman looked up at the red-haired woman, her eyes soft. "But I'm not you, I'll never be anything like you."

Christine looked confused, interested in her friend's response. "How?"

The other woman scoffed, then gestured to Christine. "Look at yourself. You're a doctor, a genius, and you have known him longer than I have. I'm just another aid working here."

Christine nodded. "You also don't put up with a lot. You take your work seriously, you are detailed oriented, and you are one of the few trusted with Reed's and Stephen's research articles. How many other aids here have access to those documents?"

Y/n exhaled sharply through her nose, listening to her words. She may have had a point or two, but that still didn't give her justification to tell Doctor Stephen Strange that she had feelings for him.

Before the woman could speak, Christine stood up, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "As one of your supervisors, I want you to come to the party. It's not a request. I'll help you with any studying you need to do." She then turned around and left, heading out of the offices and back down to the labs.

Y/n sat in disbelief, wondering why she opened her big mouth in the first place. A party with her co-workers was one thing, but to be with her supervisors as well was another story of its own. She knew Christine would make her show up, so it was fruitless to challenge her. If her headache wasn't painful enough from reading the paper, she would have been positive figuring out an outfit would be just as painful.

Y/n had her laptop on the kitchen counter next to a mirror and her make-up. She had decided to wear a dark blue dress she had tucked into the back of her closet. It was covered in sequence, sporting long sleeves with a short bottom. It was something nice she had purchased hoping to use it on a rainy day. Well, today was actually a little rainy according to the rain drops on the windows of her apartment. A notification came up on her computer which was linked to her phone. She minimized her web pages and textbook articles before pulling up the conversation and answering the video call. "Hey, Christine!"

Christine smiled, seeing her friend finishing up her makeup. "Glad to see you listened to me, for once."

"For your information, this isn't the first time I've listened to you. You had to pull the supervisor card on me, so now I'm fulfilling my duties given to me."

Christine laughed again. "I feel bad about telling you to come to the party, so I've arranged a ride for you. They should be arriving in about fifteen minutes."

Y/n looked over at the screen, eyeshadow brush in hand. "I can drive. I don't plan on drinking tonight."

"Ah, but you must! There is going to be a speech or two. Plus, you and I both know Johnny will make sure your cup never empties."

"Johnny should know better than that. Yet again, he's Johnny."

Both of the women laughed. "Look, I've got to run. I have a few last-minute details to take care of. I'll see you at the party. Bye!"

"Bye." Y/n ended the screen call before closing the laptop shut. Had she not just applied her make-up she would have rubbed her face. There was nothing wrong with her car or driving to the party. But Christine had already devoted her time to setting transportation up for her. Might as well make the most of this night.

Several minutes passed. The woman had put everything away, put her heels on, gave herself a final look over in her mirror, then grabbed her coat and put it on. She threw her id, cash, and cards into a matching clutch, locking her apartment up as she received a text that her ride had arrived. She took the elevator down to the ground floor, waiting patiently for it to be over. She was still nervous about elevators, a silly fear to have lived on the twelfth floor of her apartment building. The fear that one day the cord would snap and she would be sent plummeting to her death still crept into her mind.

The doors opened up and she quickly exited the elevator, heading through the apartment lobby and outside. Standing before her had been a man dressed in a suit, adjusting his cuff links as he stood by the car. Her cheeks went red as her eyes caught the sight of him standing there. Oh, Christine would not hear the end of this.

Stephen looked up before clearing his throat. "Ah, Y/n." His eyes observed her as she stood almost stiff-like, looking shocked. "Christine told me you were having issues with your car."

Car issues, really? That was the best she could do? She realized she needed to speak up and not be shocked by his presence. "Oh, yeah. It's not working right. My brother is going to look at it for me." her hand gripped her clutch tighter as Stephen turned around, opening the passenger door. She nodded looking up at him, offering a thanks before getting in.

Stephen watched as she got into the car. He hadn't completely sworn driving off, now that he was more comfortable in his skin and his duties when it came to protecting their world. He shut the door behind her, walked around the car, and got into the driver's seat.

The woman had spent her brief few seconds alone to take in a deep breath, concentrating on not sounding like a complete idiot, or looking like one. By his response to her, she was sure he was regretting picking her up. Stephen was quick to get back on the road and towards the party. As always, he and Reed were going to give a speech to the employees before the party really started.

"I do appreciate this, thank you." Breaking the silence, the woman peered over to the man, resting her coat across her lap with her clutch on top of the coat.

He gave a little nod, focusing on the road in front of him. He still had a bit of a need for speed, but he was a slightly better driver now due to his accident. The woman closed her eyes briefly, her mind racing wondering what he was thinking about. He didn't speak during the ride, which made her feel embarrassed about the whole situation. Maybe she could sneak out early from the party and walk home. Though she wouldn't hear the end of it from Christine, and she would feel even more embarrassed around Stephen at work.

Once at the venue, the two exited the car, Stephen once again opening the door for her. She thanked him again as they walked up to the front doors. Once inside, y/n spotted Christine standing next to Johnny. She sent glares at them before Stephen left without a word, finding Reed. Y/n walked over to where her two friends stood, seeing how their eyes scanned her over. "Car issues? That's all you could think of?"

Johnny spoke up. "Car issues is what caused Mr. Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Strange to pick you up, did it not?"

"Pick up, yes. Enjoy, no." It was one of the weirdest, quietest moments of her life. "I've been in exams louder than that car ride. I was an idiot!"

Christine shook her head, then reached out and pulled her friend into a hug. "At least you look nice. Did he say anything about your outfit?"

She shook her head, giving in and returning the embrace. "He was all stoic and reserved the whole time. What was I supposed to do? I tried talking to him, but he was just… silent."

Johnny was about to speak, but an announcement was made over the sound system. "Well, looks like it's speech time. Ladies." He held out both of his elbows to the women, both accepting his arm as they looped their arms through his. The three of them walked towards the crowd, seeing people with trays of champagne flutes approaching everybody. Once with the group of people Johnny, Christine, and Y/n grabbed a flute. Their attention was then brought to the stage seeing Reed and Stephen standing there.

During the time that Reed Richards spoke, the woman couldn't help but stare at Stephen. In a twist of events, he had looked out and spotted her in the crowd, catching her staring every once in a while. She would look down or quickly over to Reed. The muscles in his throat tightened up a couple of times, looking down at the glass of alcohol in his hands. She watched as he would fidget every once in a while with the rim of the glass, his thumb running across the brim. Then it came time for Stephen to speak. He approached the microphone stand as Reed took a few steps back. He looked out to the crowd of employees and workers who showed up at the party.

During his speech, he seemed perfectly fine to the others, but to the people who knew him, they could tell he was not acting like Stephen. He was stumbling over his words, cracking a joke that the alcohol was already beginning to affect him. Christine could tell he was nervous, or that he had something on his mind. She trained her gaze onto him, trying to see what had caught him off guard. It was then she realized he had been staring most of the time at y/n. She gave Johnny's arm a gentle squeeze. Their plan had been working.

"In short, we want to express our gratitude to everybody. Nobody's job is overlooked, and we could not accel without everybody. Let's toast to our successes, and to our future. Salute."

The room repeated, "Salute" as Stephen and Reed raised their glasses. Y/n fell once again on the ocean irises of Stephen Strange, barely mumbling the phrase before slowly raising the glass to her lips.

About an hour later, the party was really underway. Y/n, who said she wouldn't have a drink, was working on her third drink. She was standing at the bar, watching as Christine and Johnny were dancing together on the floor, a club song playing. Somebody walked up behind her, grabbing her ass. She turned around, gasping at them. It was somebody she didn't know, and she really didn't appreciate the advances. "Come on, baby. Let's go somewhere more private." He stammered, obviously drunk.

"I'll give you three seconds to walk away." She responded to him.

He hiccuped a little before speaking again, grabbing her left wrist. "I wasn't asking you." he pulled on her wrist, trying to pull her towards him.

She was flustered and wanted to get out of the situation. She acted fast, pulling her right hand into a fist before swinging her arm out, and punching the man in the face. It caused him to let her go.

The man grabbed his face before looking back at her. "You bitch!" he yelled, raising a fist up.

Before she could process that he was swinging at her, the man froze mid-swing. His fist then turned towards himself before following through on the punch. The man fell, laying out on the ground. "Get this douchebag out of here. I was his name, his badge number, and his department head's name."

The woman's face turned to see Stephen from the side, approaching her very quickly. His face was much different from earlier. He looked more focused and angry now, but his eyes seemed to have softened a little when he stopped right next to the woman. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

Her hand was shaking, a high of adrenaline rushing through her veins. She did not notice, but her hand had already started swelling up. He picked it up, his thumb running over the top of one of her knuckles. This caused her to wince, trying to pull her hand back. "You broke your hand." Stephen shook his head before looking over to see the two security guards picking the man up off the ground and towards the doors.

Stephen looked to the bartender, asking for a bucket of ice. "Let's x-ray it in the morning. We need to splint it for tonight though." the bartender walked back over to Stephen and y/n, placing the bucket of ice on the bar.

"It feels fine. I feel fine."

It was a relief to him that you had finally spoken. He moved some of the ice around in the bucket. "Have a seat, let's ice it."

She looked over, seeing her friends still partying and having fun. She sucked in a deep breath before walking over to the seat, hopping up into it. He leaned against the bar next to her, helping her put her hand into the bucket. That was when she felt the pain, the weight of the ice on her hands almost felt firey. "That hurts."

He nodded, looking up at her. "It's going to, it's broken."

"Do you have x-ray vision?" She asked sarcastically.

"Do you have an MD or Ph.D. degree?" he responded.

Her lips thinned out a little. "I'll have you know I'm in my final year of PA school and I'll be starting clinical rotations within the next few months."

He arched one of his eyebrows. "You're in school to be a PA? Why not go for your MD?" He was curious, wondering why she wanted to be a physician's assistant instead of a medical doctor. He moved a few of the ice cubes to rest on the busted knuckle in question.

"I can still go into surgery, depending on whatever specialty I choose, with a surgeon. I can see patients, help people's lives, and get experience in the field before I decide if I want to be a doctor or not." She leaned her elbow on the bar, her hand in her hair as she rested against it.

He looked from her hand and then back to her. "You need to practice punching more. You didn't tuck your thumb in, which is how you broke your hand." He pulled one hand into a fist and used the other one as a stop sign. "You see if your thumb is over your fingers like this," he demonstrated, then pressing his fist to the palm of his opposite hand. "The impact of the force will stop and jam your fingers and hand and your thumb will continue through. Tuck your thumb in like this, and when your punch connects, your fingers won't bounce back and give way."

She watched him as he demonstrated his punch. She knew that his word was valuable. He was a literal superhero, and he was here helping her ice her hand. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her puzzled. "It's not your fault. I watched it happen, he grabbed your ass. You were well within your jurisdiction."

She shook her head, sitting up a little straighter. "I mean about the car ride. Truth is, there's nothing wrong with my car. I planned on driving here, and Christine told me she arranged my transportation."

Stephen's brow arched, hearing her explain what had happened earlier. "What do you mean arranged transportation? I told Christine to tell you I was picking you up."

Y/n's eyes grew hearing what he had to say. "You…?"

He nodded a little, one hand reaching up to his collar. "I've been talking to Christine recently. We have had a few conversations, and I may have let it slip up that…" He chuckled a little, smiling at his own thoughts. "Why is this so weird to say?"

The woman pointed to the ice bucket. "Maybe it's because you literally swooped in to save the day and then began doctoring me?" She was trying to make light of the situation, feeling her insides flipping.

He nodded, looking at the bucket. "There is that." he knew he needed to speak with her. "Look, I thought this party was going to be the best place to do this."

She grew frustrated that he couldn't say what he was trying to, and more with herself. "Stephen, can I call you that? I can't keep pretending that I don't care for you. Because I do care for you." She stated, feeling better about speaking about it after having some liquid courage coursing through her veins. "I care about what you have to say, how you feel, what others think about you. I know we don't speak much outside of work, and I know you are an incredibly busy man. But, damn it, I can't pretend that some part of me doesn't feel attached to you."

Stephen remained silent while she spoke, even a minute or two after she spoke. Her fear started to get the best of her, the tip of her heel bouncing against the barstool. Maybe it was all a little too much for him, or maybe he felt the complete opposite about her.

"Say something." She begged him in a whisper between the two of them.

Stephen's hand lifted up, a slight tremor could be seen as he reached up to cup her face. "I was going to ask you to come to the party with me tonight. Christine had told me a while ago that you had feelings for me, the same day I went to her to tell her I… I have feelings for you, Y/n." His words made all of the sounds around them go silent to her. She watched him as he reached out to her, slightly crumbling in his delicate touch. "I want to get to know you better, I want to know you outside of the Illuminati."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe it was a dream, a dream she could find herself forever indulged in. She leaned a little towards him as he held her face, forgetting about the pain in her hand now. "I'd like that too." She replied.

He smirked looking at her. The song changed, a popular song recently. It even made it onto one of his playlists. "I would invite you for a dance, but that hand of yours is-"

"It's nothing." She replied, pulling her hand out of the bucket. "It's numb, and I think it's time Dr. Strange finally danced at one of his own parties." She slipped off the barstool, her good hand reaching up to rest on his wrist, his hand still on her face.

He was now looking down at her. "Are you holding back?" he asked her.

"Shut up, and dance with me." She faced him, taking a few steps back towards the dance floor. He followed her, not wanting her to leave his side. The two of them began to dance together, joining the others. She eventually ended up with her back pressed against his chest. Her injured and stayed tightly to her chest, her left hand moving up and down her side. Stephen's hands rested on her hips as their hips swayed together.

Stephen took a moment in the middle of the song to spin her around, placing both of his hands on either side of her face. "Keep your eyes on me."

"Now you're holding back." She commented.

He smirked. "Shut up, and kiss me." He mocked her earlier phrase.

"Yes, doctor." She replied before leaning up on her tiptoes. Stephen leaned down, their lips crashing against each other. Please around them began to cheer as they continued to dance. Christine and Johnny were the loudest, watching as their friends gave in to the temptation of their hearts.

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In Another Life

Stephen Strange x Reader: Chapter 4

( Strange Supreme from What If…? )

series masterlist. | part 1.

Warnings: Spoilers for MoM and What if…? 18+ themes. Angst, Cheating (?), Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Gore, Manipulation, Imprisonment, Non-con.

Strong hands shook you from your deep slumber. Groggily, you slowly opened your eyes to see who was waking you up this time. When you saw Stephen’s face, you immediately remembered what happened before you blacked out and you let out a scream, scooting away from the intruder as much as possible. “N-No, get away from me!” you cried out. You tried to run, but you soon felt the painful tug of the metallic chains against your skin. You looked around and not only realized that you were in a glass cell, but your wrists were chained down, special chains decorated in runes so you could not use any of your magic. You let out a sob and struggled against its hold on you, trying to get out. “Let me go! Please, let me go. I don’t wanna be here—”

“(Y/n), it’s me!” the other man shouted and gripped your arm so you could look at him. When you finally looked up, you started to sob but for a completely new reason: the man before you was your Stephen. Your husband. He came back.

When he heard your sobs, he immediately rushed to help you out, golden sparks flying around you as he mimicked a chain that could cut you free. You stayed obediently still and looked down at your position on the ground. Only then did you notice the chains on your ankles too. What the hell did the other Stephen do to you while you were unconscious? You started to hyperventilate while you thought about all the horrifying scenarios the other Stephen could have done to you. It took your husband shaking you to go back to reality and look at him in confusion. “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t answer you for a while, moving instead to hug you tight. “God, I thought he killed you,” he murmured into your ear, finally letting himself release some tension in his body. He finally found you and you were finally going home.

After he hugged you, he helped you stand up and gently put your sling ring onto your fingers as spoke. “We don’t have much time. I managed to put him in a pocket of the mirror dimension to keep him busy for a while. America will be meeting us upstairs.” Ah. So you were in the basement this entire time. At this point, there was no chance of the other Stephen ever redeeming himself in your eyes. This was traumatizing, to say the least, and you’ll never let him gain control over you again.

With newfound resilience, you persevered through the large basement with your husband supporting your body as much as he could, You used some of your magic to help you both teleport to the main room, not wanting to waste energy walking up the long flight of stairs. He let out a sigh of relief and flashed you a small smile before he rushed you over to where America stood in front of the star-shaped hole. “It’s so good to see you, (y/n),” she said quickly before hugging you close. You could tell from her behavior that she had been worried sick, just as much as Stephen was when he tried to find ways to get back to you. You were glad they came. It was dangerous, but they loved you too much to let you stay here forever. You were lucky that you could consider them like family to you. Stephen sighed and tugged on your arm. “As much as I would like to have a reunion party right now, we need to get back to our dimension before--!”

Stephen suddenly let out a piercing scream before blood spluttered from his mouth. America cried out in fear as she made her way towards his collapsing form. She took one scan of his body before noticing the giant spear piercing through his side. Her eyes widened at the horrific sight. “He’s awake, (y/n)! We need to get out of here!” You nodded and put up a shield of defense, not wanting any more onslaughts that could prevent you all from going back. You both dragged Stephen towards the portal, only to be met with the terrifying variant walking from the portal and towards you both. Screaming, America dragged Stephen’s body back while you lowered your shields and instead wrapped the shield around all of you. You all retreated back while the intimidating creature slowly made his way towards you.

“I see you’ve woken up from your sleep, my rose,” he cooed out to you, but it sounded like multiple creatures were speaking through him. The horns on his head and the tentacles surrounding his body were much larger and more present than during your own confrontation with him. You needed to be on full guard now. You don’t think he will spare you at all this time. Taking out your golden sword with your sling ring, you stood your ground once more. Though your sword was slightly fazing in and out due to your weakened state, you did not let it deter you from your one mission: keep your family safe. When Strange saw your sword faze in and out, he chuckled, giving you a patronizing look. “Darling, you know it’s futile to fight against me, right? You’re too weak.” He paused and then calmed himself down, the creatures moving back inside him when he morphed into the man that imitated the look of your husband. Not your lover, an imposter. You narrowed your eyes as he extended out his hand in compassion.

“Darling, I... really don’t want to kill you. Please, come back to bed?” Even despite everything, you were still curious as to whether or not he would actually hurt you enough to kill you. He almost did it before when you tried to rebel against his wishes. He continued. “Please, I cannot live without you. He,” he emphasized and pointed to your injured husband. “cannot give you the love and adoration that you want; that you deserve.” You knew what he was doing. He was trying to calm you down while appealing to your love of romance. He knew that your husband would never give you undying professions of love, never dedicate poems and music to you, never make you feel like the queen of the universe. You eyes wavered, only paying attention to him while keeping your shield strong. His gaze softened when he closed his hand slowly and put it to his side. It was as if he wanted you to feel pity for him. How ridiculous.

But your contempt for him didn’t last long when he spoke again. “I can give you everything I have within me. I can give up my desire to destroy other universes and give up my lust for power if it means having you by my side again.” He kneeled down, holding his hand out once more to you. This time, you almost had your walls down. “I would humble myself before you if I could see the look of love you have blessed me with during our short time together.” His words were told much for you to process all at once. You couldn’t say anything to deny his words because the worst part about his speech was that you could confirm all of it to be true. He worshipped your body and made you feel like a queen when he knew you held love for him too. You could make out the tears in his eyes as he approached your strong stance. He lowered his gaze down to the floor. “Please, (y/n). I don’t want to be alone again,” he whispered pathetically to you before he silenced himself so you could make a decision.

This was tempting. Not because you wanted the love Strange was offering, but because it was your chance to prevent this Strange from destroying the multiverse. You could protect your husband and America from the destruction this variant was capable of causing. You couldn’t let your husband die again.

You looked back at your family behind you. America was struggling to control her powers enough to open another portal while hyperventilating in fear of the variant’s violence. She needed to get her new family home and safe. You knew she couldn’t forgive herself for not being able to save you and your husband. Your husband was fighting to stay awake, one hand strengthening your shield despite his severe injury. Your eyes watered at the sight and you knew you had to make the most difficult choice in your entire life. You lowered your shields slowly as you walked over to where the variant was kneeling. His body was shaking from the tears he’s shed for your clear unreciprocated love, but he had to try. He had to beg you to stay. If you stayed, then maybe he could help you learn to love him for who he is. He was your Stephen. You only needed to give him another chance.

When you finally reached him, you looked down at him, your own tears falling gracefully down your cheeks. Even in pain, you looked as beautiful as the day he first met you. His eyes were filled with hope as you hesitated to speak. “If I agree to stay with you here forever, do you promise that you’ll keep the multiverse safe?” you asked tiredly, your emotions leaving your body in defeat. You could hear America scream at you to get back and come home with her, but you didn’t care. This was the only way for you to keep your husband safe. Your Stephen... you only hope he could forgive you for your sacrifice.

Meanwhile, the variant in front of you gasped in happiness, immediately reaching out to take your hand and kiss the fingertips. “I promise with my entire life, (y/n). I only want you. I don’t want anything else in the entire world except you,” he spoke earnestly, looking at you with that sickening adoration that you’ve grown to hate. Despite your disgust, you leaned down to his level and cupped his cheek. His gaze was solely on you and only you now. Knowing what to do, you nodded, sealing your fate. At your agreement, he let out a sob, resting your foreheads together. Finally, he had you.

The celebration was short lived as you saw this Stephen gasp, his eyes wide in shock. You felt something drip onto your pants and you looked down to see the sight of blood. You screamed, immediately pulling away from his embrace. You were just in time to catch the look of shock and defeat on his face before collapsing on the floor. Blood seeped out from underneath him while you finally saw what killed him. Your Stephen stood behind him, the spear that was once in his side now stabbed straight through the variant’s heart. He looked at the dead body with disgust and satisfaction before he looked at you with love in his eyes. He soon collapsed, holding onto his bloody wound. You shot up and collected him in your arms, tears in your eyes. When you finally looked into his eyes, it was only filled with love. It wasn’t intense, like Strange’s, but gentle. The soothing swirls in his eyes, though dull, helped you calm down again. The faint smile on his face told you that he still loved you and respected your actions. He knew you were trying to protect him. So much thoughts and emotions were conveyed between the two of you when looking at each other. This was more beautiful than any poem and song could describe. “You saved me,” you whimpered out, tears now falling onto his cheek. He chuckled brokenly, reaching up to caress the side of your head. “I love you, you idiot. I wasn’t going to let him take my partner away from me,” he choked out lightheartedly.

He coughed up more blood and you panicked. You looked back at America who was opening up the portal successfully. You sighed in gratitude as you helped your husband get up. As you went through the portal, you looked back at the dead body in the middle of the messy room. At the end of the day, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him anyways. He was and will always be a lonely man. Noticing where your gaze led, Stephen rubbed your side and kissed your forehead. “He did it to himself, (y/n).” You processed his words and nodded, helping him through the portal entirely. When the portal closed, you made peace in your mind with what you’ve experienced and now focused on getting Stephen to a hospital bed. Thankfully, America teleported you all to a hospital.

Letting the doctors take him away from you, you held onto America beside you, only hoping that he would be okay.

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Knocking on the wooden door, you opened it to find your husband sitting up on the bed. He was shirtless, the bandages on his body serving as the only reminder to you that all you experienced wasn’t a dream. Two weeks ago, you finally made it back to your reality, but in the time that you were gone, the Sanctum became a mess. Papers strewn everywhere and books misplaced, you called up Wong and asked him what had happened. He explained to you that there was a fight and that the Sanctum’s contents were all safe. The Sanctum was something to handle later. When you set Stephen down on the bed after he was discharged a week ago, you finally realized how little sleep you had gotten in the past few weeks. The next few days were spent recovering with sleep. These events led you to the present with you now relishing the safety within the Sanctum’s walls and the love of your life alive and recovering.

“Hellooooo, earth to (y/n),” Stephen said teasingly. The familiar phrase snapped you out of your thoughts and made you panic, your step faltering backwards against the door. He blinked and tilted his head, silently wondering what had caused you to react to an innocent phrase like that. You just remembered the variant Strange saying that to you before, which caused you to panic. Remembering where you are now caused you to relax a little and shake your head as you made your way towards the bed. “Sorry, just got a flashback to when he said the exact same thing.” He saddened at your words and took the tray of food into his hands. He made a mental note to ask you to go to therapy for your trauma from the other Stephen, but right now, he needed to comfort you and remind you that he wasn’t like the other man that tried to hurt you.

“Hey. Eat breakfast with me?” he offered, tugging your hand down gently. You smiled at him and settled into the bed with him. You fed some food to him with his teasing insistence and talked with him about funny stories with Wong and the Avengers. You couldn’t tell Stephen yet about his variant’s voice talking to you inside your head, but you knew that he would always be there for you no matter what. You both laughed with each other as he kissed your hand lovingly while the birds chirped in the distance. Sirens blared in the distance and you could hear the hotdog vendor across the street arguing with a customer. You smiled to yourself.

You were home.

A/n: Here you go, guys! Last chapter! I hope you all enjoyed this series and I cannot wait for you all to read my next series “Bridgerton x Marvel: The Race Against Time.”

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Through Glass (Ch. 1)

Chapter 1: Sitting All Alone Inside Your Head

Rating: M

Summary: When Stephen lost you, he never thought he’d get another chance to have you. Until now, that is.

Alternatively: You’re convinced that your house is haunted in some way and recruit some help from your local wizard.

A/N: Hi all! This is a weird one. I kind of had a weird fever dream about it and started writing it out. It’s also loosely based off of Through Glass by Stone Sour. It’s going to be a few chapters long and I might do art for each chapter. We’ll see. Enjoy!

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass

Don't know how much time has passed

All I know is that it feels like forever

When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home

Sitting all alone inside your head

-Through Glass by Stone Sour

The hustle and bustle of New York was almost immediately muffled as my attention was pulled to my phone. Nearly stumbling over the uneven cement, I dodged people as best as I could out of my peripheral vision while pulling my phone out and reading a short text.

“Can we hang out soon?? I miss you ☹️,” the text read from a good friend of mine, Oscar.

I smiled softly and nodded to myself, thinking quickly about when I’d be free this coming weekend, “Sure! Miss you, too! How about—"

The text remained unfinished and unsent as my phone tumbled from my fingers as I collided with a solid figure. Scalding liquid sloshed onto my hands, making me hiss quietly. I managed to catch my phone in wet hands before it could have an untimely meeting with the cement, wiping it and my hands onto dark parts of my clothing to avoid stains.

“Shit! I’m so sorry I—,” I paused, not really expecting to see a man in a…cape?

I also expected him to be more irritated—given our current location in New York—but he simply smiled tightly and righted the cups, “It’s okay, it’s mostly all here,” he gestured to his two to-go cups of, presumably, tea since my hands didn’t reek of coffee. “Are your hands okay?”

“I’m fine, really. Um, I can go grab you another?”

“I promise, it’s fine,” his warm, soothing chuckle drifted through the noisy crowd around us.

I inspected him closer, from his graying temples to his neatly trimmed goatee, to the cape around his shoulders, and the robes—did the cape just wave to me?

Then, it dawned on me.

The Wizard of Greenwich Village I’d heard about on social media and the news, with his orange sparkles, his part in the Blip, and constant battles with creatures in the streets of New York. Yes, the get-up finally made sense.

“Is there a—uh—cult meeting in town or something?” I asked, with a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Oh, yeah,” he droned sarcastically, “Specially laced tea and all,” he laughed again. “Doctor Stephen Strange,” he offered.

“The wizard guy, right?” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them. Of course, he’s not called a “wizard”, that’s probably extremely offensive. He probably thought I was a complete dumbass by now.

“Or, the Wizard guy,” he pursed his lips awkwardly.

An unfriendly shoulder slammed into me, reminding both of us that we were hogging a decent portion of the sidewalk.

“I’m gonna…” I pointed the direction I’d been walking, wanting desperately to leave before I could say anything else that could make me look like an idiot.

“Right,” he nodded and stepped forward with the crowd, both of us walking in different directions. “Nice to meet you…” I heard my name fall from his lips as his voice drifted away.

I shook my head, my brows knitting together as I stopped again, Funny, I didn’t tell him my name. By the time I turned to look at his retreating form, all trace of him was gone.

Returning home that evening, I set about making dinner and ignoring the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The feeling of being watched was stronger today, but considering I lived alone, that feeling came and went often as I let my imagination take control. Shaking off the feeling as best as I could, I turned on some music so I wouldn’t feel so alone.

With a final stir in my pan and a flick of the knob for the burner, I reached up to my cabinets for a plate only to stop mid-air as I swore I saw something slither across my floor in the reflection of my microwave. For a second—I paused—blinking and trying to rationalize with myself that it was caused by something outside or that my hand blocked light—casting shadow over the surface. When that didn’t work, I turned around sharply, feeling around behind me for a knife. I held it down to my side as I crept around the corner, gulping as I mustered up the courage to turn the corner aggressively. However, when I did, the living room was empty. My eyes passed to the adjacent hallway, also empty. My rapidly beating heart pulled me out of my search, the thumping having grown so loud in my ears that I started to panic.

There’s nothing here, you’re just being paranoid.

But resigning the shadow as my imagination the first time, only made me expect to see something the rest of the night. Like turning and expecting to see another shadow disappear out of the corner of my eye, scaring myself more and probably making myself see things as a result.

I figured a cold shower was in order, as if it could reset my brain for fifteen minutes and shake these feelings away. I dressed for bed and tried to keep the lights on for as long as I could before shutting them off and passing out for the night.

The same feeling continued growing stronger every day after that, but only within the confines of my own house did I feel the true weight of the uncomfortable, piercing gaze. It got to the point that I spoke to the gaze like its own entity in my house, obviously not expecting or even wanting an answer, but acknowledging nonchalantly that something was there made it somehow less scary.

Reaching for my microwave to take out the warmed-up leftovers from a couple days ago, I once again saw the darkness slithering away, my brain trying so hard to rationalize it as a trick of the light on the reflective surface.

“What? Not in the mood for leftovers?” I murmured while slamming the microwave shut.

I hesitated as I saw the darkness peek back from the edge of the reflection as if it acknowledged me talking to it. I’m not fucking crazy. I looked closer as it paused and retreated quickly as if something pulled it away, focusing in on one crucial aspect: This tentacle-like shape didn’t go behind my wall at all. It rested on top of the reflection of my living room and kitchen, even my own face. If this was really in my house, I should be able to see it floating in the space in front of me. Therefore, it couldn’t be real, right?

Right?

I stared at my reflection, the burning plate in my hands long forgotten as I hoped to catch another glimpse of the shadowy appendage, but nothing came back. Maybe I needed to move up that eye doctor appointment.

So, like every other night, I stayed up with the lights on as long as I could—hoping my electricity bill and sleep wouldn’t suffer for it—before eventually passing out. Unlike every other night, though, I woke with a start and discovered it to only be three in the morning. I gulped, listening for what could have woken me up.

Neighbors?

Sirens?

Nothing.

The heavy gaze was back in full force, but as I squinted around my room, all the blinds were closed. It should have put me at ease, but not when I knew the issue was coming from inside and not outside. I glared harder into the shadows, hoping to finally see something but dreading to see a figure there all the same.

It wasn’t until I fixed my eyes on three glowing yellow orbs in my mirror, that I felt chills run along my skin in fear. I couldn’t place what they were at first, but my question was soon answered as they seemed to blink and focus in on me. I wished my blankets and mattress would smother and swallow me whole as the eyes just stared. I was awarded no such thing. All the bravery I mustered earlier to sass the shadow had left my quaking body in an instant and I had no smart-ass quips to hurl.

After a few tense minutes, the eyes blinked once more and seemed to follow the figure they belonged to as it turned around in the mirror until the eyes were no longer visible.

Strange-Supreme POV

Stephen. Couldn’t. Believe it.

He’d finally found you in a universe where you had no one else. Or, at least, it seemed that way. He watched you for a few days to make sure you really lived alone, his excitement bubbling to the point where he got sloppy and let you see parts of him. Once he saw that you warily began to welcome and acknowledge his timid presence, he showed you a little more but never all of him. He didn’t want to scare you, after all, considering his version of you hadn’t reacted so well to this monstrous form and he didn’t blame you. He was nervous, though, because sometimes this horrifying form was just easier to let out instead of keeping the monsters in him at bay. But, just like his version of you, he was reminded of just how brilliant you were as he watched you piece together the mystery he was laying out for you day by day, and it only made him fall harder for you.

As he watched you nervously shift in your bed under his watchful eye, he hoped you would come to accept him, love him even. So many times he’d looked across the multiverse only to find universes where you were already happy with him, happy with someone else, or dead because of him—just as he suffered now. And while he might look like a monster, he wouldn’t hurt you or destroy your happiness like that. No, he'd want you to come to him of your own will.

But if he had to suffer without his version of you and your version of him was too stupid to claim you…then this you—this you—was just for him.

Chapter 2

Bonus: A little close up of Strange-Supreme without all the overlays to simulate night:

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