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“ᴍʀꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ.” | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Wife!Reader

summary: It’s YN’s and Stephen’s wedding day. That’s it.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing, just tooth rotting fluff, but some suggestive bits if you squint, some bickering between Tony and Stephen

author’s note: That’s just a “little” drabble because I need to get back into writing Stephen <3 Totally self-indulging here because I want that Stephen to be my husband bye

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The buzzing sound of almost 150 guests echoed through the lavishly decorated venue while waiters and waitresses glided through the crowd to fulfill every guest’s wish and desire for the booze and appetizers Tony had personally handpicked. The memory alone of the Stark, sitting at the kitchen counter with an assortment of every possible canapé one could imagine, made her eyes roll, but a smile tucked at her lips.

He may not be her biological brother, but he damn sure behaved like one ever since she sat foot into the former Stark Tower, following a busy Fury and Hill, and didn’t know what to expect.

Now, at this very moment, it felt like another life. Now, she was one of the most powerful beings – and married.

Looking down on the hand that held the glass full of the (probably immensely expensive) white wine she had secured at the bar, the two silver bands twinkled up to her – one with more shiny stones she had ever imagined to have, and the other more simple but just as beautiful as her engagement ring. Older guests had suggested to take off the first promise to fully (and proudly) display the second promise given today, but one needed to kill her in order to get that ring off her finger.

Softly shaking her head, YN leaned against a pillar, took a sip of the cooled wine, and closed her eyes for just a second. She only needed a minute to destress and savor some sanity before heading back into the loud environment of which she was the centerpiece. Somehow the invitation list had gotten longer and longer and up to a number she never imagined hosting a wedding for. It was strange how life could change, but YN never wanted it a different way.

Long strides crept closer and closer, but she almost didn’t catch them, too deep in thought and enamored by the view in front of her. They had been lucky with the weather all day long, and now, the most beautiful of sunsets graced her eyes. A sigh escaped her softly colored lips, full of contentment and happiness.

“Mrs. Strange,” a voice in her back startled YN a bit. Still, she turned her body slightly and looked over her shoulder to spot the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. A smile full of contentment, but mild wonder, etched itself on her lips. “That’s me,” YN grinned, still not over the fact that she indeed married this dream of a man.

Stephen smiled down at her after he took the last two steps to stand directly in front of her – his wife – and cupped one of her cheeks to press a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yes, that’s you,” the sorcerer whispered and kissed her another time while he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. YN had her eyes closed, savoring the feeling and the calm moment between them. It was the first since the photo session had ended, and the guests had demanded their full attention and availability. She had obliged because, after all, most of them were considered family in her eyes. But now, after almost four hours of mingling, small talks, and barely any time for the newlyweds to themselves, she had enough.

Another sigh escaped her lips as YN gently rested her forehead against his chest, and she promised herself to only stay there for a few seconds. But as always, she couldn’t move after Stephen had bent down his head to press a soft kiss on top of her hair. His big hand stretched itself over her almost bare back (the dress may seem a bit over the top with the low cut back, covering the exposed skin only by a thin layer of lace, but it had spoken to her in that damn dress showroom) and started a pattern of soothing brushes and strokes. She could feel the slight shakiness in it, but she knew him better than herself, and that’s why she was certain that it was worse than usual. She raised her head again and furrowed her eyebrows, wrinkled her forehead, and studied his handsome face.

Stephen knew that look in her eyes all too well, and she didn’t need to ask the question laying on her tongue – but she did nonetheless. “Is everything alright?” Forgotten was the glass of wine that had found its new home on the small table just around the pillar (which was actually a plant stand, but it didn’t matter), and YN grasped his arm to pull the moving hand from her back. She enveloped it with both her hands – one was too small and not enough – and with her thumb, gently rubbed over the scars on his knuckles and long, elegant fingers. The sorcerer nodded, almost invisible to unknowing eyes. “Long day,” he said, and YN cooed lowly before pressing a kiss on the back of his hand and removing the lipstick stain with a soft laugh.

“We could just… run and flee. Start the honeymoon earlier. It’s our party, after all,” the bride suggested with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and Stephen shook his head, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Instead of taking her hand and doing just that, the man put his arm back around his wife’s waist and looked her up and down. “And being robbed of the opportunity to show my gorgeous wife off? Please.” He bent down and whispered, “I need to imprint the fact that you’re off the market and mine into every single brain of all those foolish boys.”

He straightened himself again and smirked his signature smug grin at the sight of her lovely blushed cheeks. YN hit him against his chest with an open hand and scoffed. “As if they didn’t know that already.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but Stephen only grinned. But then, she grasped his black tie to pull him closer to her. Their bodies were pressed firmly against each other, which was another promise for the upcoming night, but one of the more suggestive kind. Stephen caught himself with a hand propped upon the cool stone of the pillar in her back, right next to her face, and her other hand was placed at the nape of his neck, fingers softly carding through the short hair there.

Now it was her lips that softly touched his ear. “Everyone in there knows that I was always yours, without a pause or doubt. Ever since meeting you, it had always been you, and only you. I wouldn’t have needed a big wedding or a ring at all to prove to the world that I belong to Stephen Strange and him alone, but I did it because I loved the prospect of wearing your rings and showing you off.”

YN’s lips brushed from his ear over his jaw until they reached the corner of his mouth. The breath had caught itself in his throat, and with a low growl, Stephen pulled her even closer – if that was even possible. “You’re making an unholy man out of me, wife,” he rasped, but YN laughed at that with a twinkle in her eyes. “You were never a holy man, Stephen, don’t try to fool lil ol’ me.” She kissed the corner of his mouth another time before rubbing the lipstick off it. “But keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for just an hour longer because I see the rest of the not-so-secret secret boy band coming right up to us.”

At the sound of Stark’s voice, the sorcerer had to roll his eyes in annoyance. Was it too much to ask to get his wife to himself? But he straightened his posture nonetheless.

“The wedding was a complete success. No running on his part, but I’m not sure which outcome I would have liked better.” Stephen rolled his eyes – Tony never was a fan of their relationship, not to mention the engagement – and Steve cleared his throat and smiled at the pair. “Again, congratulations. Don’t mind him or his words.” Thor wasn’t far behind with his reply. “I caught him crying during the ceremony, Lady YN.” Scott nodded in approval. “Even heard him saying something nice about Harry Potter.” Now it was YN to roll her eyes and shake her head. “You lot are insufferable,” she grinned before trying to push Stephen to say something, but that man was stubborn as a brick wall.

Instead of saying something, he surprised everyone around him – plus herself – by scooping his wife into his arms and carrying her from the balcony. “Party is over, Stark,” he spoke over his shoulder while YN started to giggle and chuckle. “We’re having a private party.” At his mumbled words into her ear, the woman grinned brightly, and a laugh escaped her at the sight of an opening portal that showed her most favorite spot in all of New York City.

“I finally can dance with my deadly handsome husband in peace and without any of those pestering stares of all those drooling women.”

Now it was Stephen who grinned and put her down on the soft grassy ground of The Battery, the portal closing behind him with a soft swoosh. The couple ignored the surprised stares of the few people that mingled in the park to get a good look at Miss Liberty.

“I never looked at them. Didn’t even know that they were there.” YN smiled up to him while he pulled her close, both hands around her waist, her hands back in his neck. “I know,” she whispered with a confidence unknown to her before Stephen came into the picture.

With him, she knew that this was a forever kind of thing.

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Say Don't Go | Stephen Strange

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where were you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grieving facade?” 

“Stephen, that’s not what–” 

“No, no. You don’t get to say that to me! I don’t expect you to understand what I’ve lost because of this damn accident! These hands,” he lifts his scarred hands, deep blooms of red and purple and blue splotching his skin from the surgery. His eyes are glassy but he won’t let them fall, just like he knows you won’t cry in front of him. “Are my life. My livelihood is centered on what I can do with them. I’m a neurosurgeon! The best there is! And now I can’t do what I do best! You wouldn’t understand. You’ll never understand.” 

You stare up at him and your body trembles with the desperate need to sob. “You shouldn’t even be here.” he finally pushes past you and leads himself into the kitchen. 

“What?” your voice cracks. 

“I don’t need you.” He whips around, his face reddening as the anger surges and boils to the surface. “I don’t need you coddling me! I don’t need you waiting here every night for me! I don’t need YOU!” 

The words are out of his mouth when the first tear slips free followed by another. And another. And another until his image is completely blurry from crying. That was the final thread, the string that held you two him. He just severed it in two. Your head falls into your hands as you sob uncontrollably, listening as the man that you loved just screamed that he didn’t need you. 

You’re not sure what’s going on in the rapidly spinning world but the moment you feel his touch on your shoulder, you find your bearings and flinch away from him. 

“I-” 

“NO!” You scream. “You don’t get to say that to me, Stephen! You don’t get to hurt me because YOU’RE hurt! That’s why I’m here– to help you! I know how much this accident has affected your life. I know there’s nothing more you love than to be in that operating room, saving lives, and making a name for yourself! I KNOW THAT! But you… You don’t get to say that to me. I can’t believe you said that!” 

Stephen’s face morphs into so many emotions but the one that sets in stone is remorse. Shaking your head, you walk over to the counter and grab your folder and purse. “Where are you going?” he asks. 

“Someplace where I’m needed since you don’t anymore.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Stephen’s voice is tight. “I’m just angry. I-”

Holding up your hand, he stops talking. “Figure it out.” 

His eyebrows lift. “What?” 

You point a finger at him. “Figure out what it is that will make you happy. Figure out what you need.” 

“I need you.” he hisses. “I need you!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you said you didn’t.”

“Am I not allowed to be angry?!” Stephen’s voice roars. 

You angrily wipe away your tears as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Of course you do, Stephen. You’re allowed to fight, kick, punch, and scream. But never will you take that anger out on me, the only person who has stuck by your side since the accident happened! Who’s taken off work to be with you, to help you recover? Who’s cooked for you? Who has ensured you met every appointment, drove you to those appointments, who has loved you through this entire freaking mess?! ME, STEPHEN! ME! I’VE LOVED YOU THROUGH IT ALL!” 

Stephen flinches the higher your voice grows. Your chest heaves, a quick rise and fall as your nerves pulse with the need to throw something. You bite hard on your cheek until you taste blood, knowing that if you say anything else, you’ll bury the casket that was once your love for Stephen. You adore him. You love him. But you’ve officially reached your breaking point. 

“I need some time to regroup.” You exhale. 

“How long will that be?” Stephen dares to ask.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know.” 

“I love you,” Stephen says.

His heart squeezes in his chest, waiting for you to say it back. But when you inhale and grab the doorknob, he feels you slip through his fingertips.

“Bye, Stephen,” you say before leaving.

It’s when the door shut behind you and you made it to the safety of your car that you sobbed your heart out.

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Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,” 

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’” 

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you.  It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

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Adore You

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for DSMoM! 

A/N: I don’t remember the dialogue so please excuse it :DD. This fic was inspired by a post on Tumblr I saw which said something about Stephen saving the reader from a bad man. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! (also I wrote this in like an hour and a half and it was more to a fluffy side)

Edit: (also, I found the post! :D)

Comments/feedback are appreciated!

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[Name] never understood the true meaning of love until she met Stephen Strange. The first time she met the Sorcerer, he had saved her before a large concrete debris could squish her during the Black Order’s attack on Earth seven years ago. Unfortunately, she was a victim of the snap and five years of her life were gone, just like that.

In an attempt to gain traction of normality, [Name] spent a majority of her time in New York where she met with Stephen again. Little did they know, it would sprout into a beautiful relationship. A coffee offer turned into a date and a date turned into a two-year healthy relationship. Stephen was the first one to confess. He was ready to let go of his hold on Christine and move on. He found a future with [Name] and he vowed to not mess it up the same way he did with Christine.

It became his biggest regret.

Stephen woke up with a frantic yell, cold sweat coated his bare body. His chest heaved continuously, the nightmare plagued his mind. It felt all too real too. Stephen raised a hand, fingers pushing hair away from his forehead as he forced himself to absorb the experience. Turning to his lover’s side of the bed, he found it to be empty.

“[Name?],” Stephen called out, only silence greeted him. That’s when he realised that [Name] had an early shift in the cafe. The cold was familiar but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Stephen very much prefers waking up next to [Name].

Pushing the duvet off, his attention was caught to his side table, an opened envelope rested against the bedside lamp. Stephen picked it up, mentally slapping himself for almost forgetting about Christine’s wedding. With a wave of his hand, his closet doors opened. But before he did anything else, he picked up his phone. There were ‘work’ emails and texts from Wong. Among all that, Stephen smiled when he spotted her name. He tapped on the message.

[Name]: Good morning, handsome! I left some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Have fun at Christine’s wedding! And send my regards to her

His smile widened at the attached photo of his lover dressed in her barista attire with a fellow colleague. She was winking, tongue sticking out with a peace sign held up beside her head. Shaking his head at her childish yet adorable behaviour, he left his phone to freshen up with [Name] on his mind.

Stephen waved his hand, his tie magically bound itself around his neck. He slipped on the black blazer, smoothing the fabric down. The Cloak levitated by the mirror and with another wave of his hand, the sentient fabric was disguised as a red handkerchief for his breast pocket. He looked good but he was sure he would look better with [Name] on his arm.

Fastening his watch on his wrist, the very same one [Name] gifted him on their first anniversary. Stephen smiled fondly at it, the crystal glinted under the dimmed light. His thumb brushed the leather, shaking his head to snap himself back to reality.

He had better leave or else he would be late for the wedding

Stephen arrived at the church by walking. He prefered this way. He recognised the street too, noticing that just a few blocks down was the cafe [Name] worked at. He made a mental note to pick her up after the wedding, only then reminding himself that she would end her shift around the time of the reception.

He walked past the doors, the church was bustling lightly with guests of the wedding. Stephen looked around- He always knew how much Christine loved simplicity. He chose to sit a short distance from the altar, just to watch Christine and her new husband share their vows.

He took his seat, waiting patiently until the ceremony began. When the doors opened, flower girls led the bride, littering flowers in the path she walked. The guests stood, Stephen included. Christine had a big smile on her lips as she held the bouquet of flowers in her hands, walking down the aisle.

Their eyes briefly met and Stephen knew that old Stephen would still be in love with her. But he wasn’t. He loved [Name] with all his heart.

However, Stephen couldn’t help but imagine this wedding to be his own with [Name]. ‘When the time is right,’ The Sorcerer thought, his focus brought back to the wedding.

The reception was at an adjacent building to the church. Stephen was alone, sipping on a martini when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, meeting with the new bride.

A soft smile spread on his lips.

“Christine,”

“Stephen,”

“Congratulations on the wedding,”

Christine smiled, adjusting her gown.

“Thank you,”

Silence.

“So..I saw that you were alone. Where’s [Name]?,” She began.

Stephen set his drink down.

“Last minute shift at work. She sends her regard,”

Christine laughed lightly, nodding.

“I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her again. Although, I hope the next wedding I attend is yours and [Name]’s,” Christine teased.

Stephen found himself growing more and more comfortable with these light and almost teasing conversations with Christine. He hated past Stephen’s treatment of her but he had the time to fix their relationship. It was good probably because [Name] forced him to set it all right and Stephen loved her more for that.

A woman tapped on Christine’s shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving.

The shorter woman looked up at Stephen.

“I have to go. Enjoy the rest of the reception,” And she left, leaving Stephen to order another glass of martini.

For the next two hours, Stephen forced himself to mingle around. He wasn’t surprised to find fans of him attending the wedding too and he was humble to be their favourite. He was on his fifth martini and he looked down at his watch. He needed some fresh air so he left for the balcony.

The warm sun struck his face and Stephen sighed softly in relief. He looked down below, watching New Yorkers go about their day as well as vehicles cluttering the street below.

As his eyes scanned the street below, he spotted a distant figure looking all too familiar. It was [Name], bag clutched to her chest and another man pestering her by the looks of it.

Stephen’s eyes darken, fingers gripping the stem of the martini glass.

[Name] thanked her manager for the early release. It was two in the afternoon and she was exhausted from the lunch crowd. She held her bag close, leaving the cafe hastily in the direction of the Sanctorum. Greenwich Village wasn’t big so everything was within walking distance, probably.

[Name] had a spring in her step as she walked, excited to see Stephen at home looking all handsome in his suit. Stephen had dropped her a photo of his wear for the wedding and she had to excuse herself to the back of the cafe to swoon to herself. Despite their two years of relationship, [Name] could never get enough of Stephen and he was the same. She imagined him looking magically handsome in their imagined wedding, an audible sigh escaping her lips.

However, her little dream bubble was interrupted when a man tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, miss! Sorry but I can’t help but notice you. You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Uncomfort grew largely in her chest, swallowing as [Name] tried to ignore the pesky man but to no avail.

She walked faster and even if she did, the man caught up to her.

“Hey come on now, pretty lady. Don’t ignore me like that,” He grinned an ugly grin and she turned to him.

“Leave me alone,” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

This wasn’t her first time being approached by men who clearly couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The other two times, Stephen was there to protect her but right now, [Name] was alone and she had to protect herself. A last result method would be the little device Stephen gave you to protect yourself.

It was a little spray tube that when sprayed at, the victim would fall asleep on the spot.

[Name] rummaged her bag for the little tube but she didn’t feel anything. Did she leave it at home?

‘Of all the days,’ [Name] groaned.

[Name] felt a hand caught her wrist and she tensed as the man had that same ugly smile on his face.

“Come on! Just try to get to know me, yeah? I’m really a good guy,”

He had a vice grip to her wrist and the more [Name] struggled, the more her wrist hurt.

Stephen has had enough. He downed the last of his drink, turning to politely return the glass to a waiting staff. Grabbing his handkerchief, he flicked it out, the Cloak was out of its disguise. Stephen vaulted off the balcony, the Cloak wrapped around his shoulders to save its master. He switched his suit for his blue robes, swiftly flying down to [Name]. Wedding guests and nearby passersby gasped at the mini show, watching as Doctor Strange heroically save a woman.

He grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him off the woman.

[Name] winced, rubbing her wrist, stepping away to give Stephen some space.

“Listen here, asshole. I don’t appreciate you treating my woman like that. Hell, or any woman like that. It doesn't hurt to treat them with some decency and respect,” Stephen growled, blue eyes dark with pools of fiery anger hiding behind them.

He tightened his grip to the frightened man’s collar.

“If I ever see you disrespecting anyone else, I will do so much worse than this. Now leave,” Stephen hissed, shoving the man back and just before he could run, the Cloak gave his head a final,  hard smack as a form of warning.

He wasted no time picking [Name] up bridal style, the woman squeaked in embarrassment from the sudden act that she buried her face in Stephen as he flew back to the Sanctorum.

Stephen set her down on her feet, his hands held her waist as [Name] let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still red and hair was a slight mess from the wind.

“Thank you..I was beginning to think he was never going to go away,”

Stephen cracked a small smile, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.

“Don’t thank me. I was nearby,”

[Name] squinted hard before snapping her finger.

“Right! Christine’s wedding was close. Oh, thank you so much, honey,”

She leaned up, giving him a tight hug and a sweet kiss to his cheek.

All anger Stephen felt dissipated into nothingness, heart cooled from the affectionate gesture. His other hand held [Name]’s wrist, the one where the man held tightly. It was red and felt relieved when he noted that it would not bruise.

“I’m alright, Stephen,”

“I know, baby, but I just have to check,”

[Name] smiled. He cared so much and she felt so loved by how much she cared for him. She was no hero but she did her very best in only giving Stephen the best form of love he could receive from her.

Stephen’s hand moved to her waist again, gripping it tightly before leaning in until their foreheads touched. He leaned in further.

[Name] laughed lightly, leaning in for a kiss too.

But a heavy shake of the ground pulled both out of their little world.

“What was that?”

Stephen pulled away completely, rushing towards the edge of the roof to look down below.

In the distant street, people were screaming and running away from something.

“Trouble. I have to go,” Stephen levitated, ready to leave.

“Wait!” [Name] rushed to Stephen, tugging him down. She planted a kiss to his lips, giggling lightly from the tickle of his goatee against her chin.

“I love you. Now go save New York, Doctor Strange!” She cheered, stepping back. She waved to Stephen, the Sorcerer had a wide smile and never has she seen Stephen Strange smile so widely, especially one filled with so much love and adoration.

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[faithinhome]

brave. stephen strange x female reader. (one shot).

summary: stephen shows up when you need him.

tags: street harassment, strong language.

a/n: this one shot’s kinda self-indulgent. let’s just say i wrote it to cope with something. i wanted to post it on here in case it resonates with someone else too. i tagged people that i tag on my nnd fic because i wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to be informed for other fics too! i understand this fic is based on something very specific, so please don’t feel pressured to read just because you’re tagged!

you couldn’t believe stephen had managed to piss you off this much.

god, he was so arrogant.

so smart, so beautiful, such an interesting person to be around.

but.

so.

fucking

arrogant.

and you couldn’t stand it.

you were just packing up your stuff in the locker room and stephen walked in behind you, quiet.

you two had just performed a surgery together and had been quiet the entire time.

the previous day, the two of you had had a small argument over something so stupid, you couldn’t even really remember it. but it had spiraled into another bigger issue.

stephen’s inability to accept defeat or that he could be wrong.

before you knew it, the argument had turned heated, with you bringing up all the times he’d been this way throughout your friendship.

you and stephen started out as friends that started hooking up. and you two were just on the verge of a somewhat relationship.

before a relationship had even had a chance to bloom, you’d had your “first fight” with him.

whatever.

you tried to convince yourself stephen was too full of himself to be a good boyfriend to you anyway.

sure, he was charming. and he did care. he looked after you. and he was strong. he was so…he was so fucking beautiful too. and he was definitely the best man you’d ever slept with in your entire life.

no.

you tried to push the thoughts away, you were getting distracted and swayed away.

you were going to wait for stephen to apologize.

maybe, he’d do it right now? maybe he’d admit to his faults and you guys could go back to building a foundation together, to be with each other.

but you just heard a locker door shut and footsteps fading away.

you turned to find that he had left.

you just sighed to yourself and hurriedly packed your things, closing the locker.

sure, stephen was stubborn. but you were even more stubborn. and you weren’t going to budge, no matter what.

you pulled on your jacket and began walking out of the building, sighing as you anticipated a long transit ride home.

you’d just left the driveway and had taken to the sidewalk, when you heard a car on the road honk behind you.

you turned to find a black car behind you, squinting as the headlights blinded your eyes. it came up beside you and the window rolled down.

a man that you’d never seen before flashed you a smile. “hey, sweetheart. all alone tonight?”

your heart began to thump in your chest, and it felt like it was in your throat. you turned away and clutched your bag tighter, starting to walk faster but the car caught up.

“want a ride, baby? you shouldn’t be out here all alone at night.”

yeah, because of assholes like you.

“oh come now, don’t be shy” the man pushed.

tears stung at your eyes. you didn’t know what to do. should you respond? should you ask him to fuck off? or should you keep quiet for the sake of your own safety and hope that he gives up eventually?

just as fear and anxiety were starting to take over, clouding your thoughts and making it hard to breathe, you heard a bump and the car next to you was lightly struck.

your breath hitched and you turned, watching stephen strange emerge out of the driver’s seat of the car that came to a halt after bumping into the creep’s vehicle.

“hey, what the fuck, man?” the creep screamed, sticking his head out of the window to see who it was.

“is there a problem here?” stephen asked, his forehead creased, as he looked between you two.

his eyes glued to you for a few moments, scanning you, as if he was assessing your current condition.

“yeah, buddy, you just hit my fucking car.” the man got out of the vehicle, staring daggers at stephen.

you gasped, your heart beat rising and breathing growing shallower.

“stephen” you whispered, walking up to him and grabbing his shirt, fear climbing up to your throat.

stephen extended an arm in front of you, gently nudging you behind him. but your grip never left his shirt. you didn’t want stephen to get hurt.

“i saw you were bothering my girl over here, and i thought i should come put you in your place.” he spat angrily.

my girl.

“so that little slut is your girl? and why do you think i give a fuck?” the man laughed.

stephen’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. you could see the nerve pop in his head as he swallowed, stepping closer to the man, staring down at him. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking about? say that about her again and i’ll break your fucking jaw.”

the creep looked up at stephen, trying to keep his chest broad, even though you could notice a hint of fear in his face. “well, your girl shouldn’t have been walking around looking like that if she didn’t want attention.”

within a split second, stephen had the man’s face in his right hand as he jerked him closer and the man cowered in fear. “maybe men like you shouldn’t be allowed to walk freely on the streets. maybe you should be locked up forever.”

stephen let go of the man, clicking his tongue and pretending to have had an epiphany.

“actually, i could get you locked up.”

the man now cowered in fear, his eyes widening.

“do you know who i am?” strange continued, his voice deepening further, if that was even possible. “i know absolutely everyone. i could have you locked up, beaten down to a fucking pulp. come after my girl again and i will fucking destroy you. understood?”

the man swallowed, looking between the two, “i-i-“

“i said, is. that. understood?”

stephen sounded really mad. you’d never seen him this angry. you were frightened, and he was on your side.

“y-yes.” the man breathed out.

“now, apologize to my girlfriend.”

your eyes widened as you looked up at stephen, not wanting to look away and at the creep.

had he just called you his girlfriend?

the man turned to you, his jaw clenching. “i- i’m, uh-”

he was clearly hesitating with his apology. you had a feeling he’d never really apologized to a woman before.

“on your knees” stephen interrupted, his voice gruff and impatient.

“what?”

“get on your knees and apologize. and really try to beg for her forgiveness.” stephen dragged that sentence out long and slow, trying to absolutely crush the man’s self-esteem.

a small smile appeared on your face and you looked over at the man who looked like he would rather jump off a building.

but he cowered under stephen’s stare and took a big sigh, getting on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

you looked at the guy and back up at stephen, not really sure what to do.

“i said, beg for her forgiveness. that’s not a whole lot begging.” stephen spat.

“i’m -i’m sorry” the man stammered, clearly trying to force himself into doing this. “please-forgive me.”

he looked up at stephen who gave him a disapproving look.

“more” stephen barked and the man turned to look at you, meeting your eyes this time, even just for a few moments.

“i’m really sorry” the creep said, his voice smaller. “please forgive me. please. i regret behaving the way that i did. i was- i was a total asshole. a total pig for treating you the way i did. i’m so sorry.”

you looked down at the man, who wasn’t even able to look you in the eye, when not too long ago, he was staring you down like he had all power over you.

this right here, this felt good. this felt right.

“good” stephen leant in and heaved the guy up, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him closer. “i better not fucking see you around here, or around my girl, ever again. do you understand?”

“yes. sorry.”

stephen clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” he pointed at you and the man apologized again, while all you could do was quietly watch all that was unfolding in front of you.

stephen let the man go with a slight shove. “leave before i change my mind and decide to break your legs this very second.”

the man scurried back inside his car. it was so evident on his face that his ego was absolutely shattered. he looked like he was almost in a state of shock.

which frankly, so were you.

stephen watched the man drive off, reaching back to touch your arm lightly.

he turned and his concerned eyes searched your face, subtle sadness weaving through his face.

“y/n, a-are you okay?” he asked, his voice now soft and gentle.

you still couldn’t speak. all you could do was stare up at stephen, still coming down from the fear you’d felt earlier.

“y/n?” stephen stepped closer, concerned that you weren’t saying anything. he reached out to cup your face, eyes searching yours. “please say something.”

your felt shivers run along your skin as stephen touched you, tears threatening to well up in your eyes as you watched the way stephen watched you with such care, gentleness and concern.

“i-i’m okay, stephen. thank you,” you managed to say.

“i’m so sorry that happened to you. he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you smiled softly, bringing a hand up to place over stephen’s, a tear falling down your cheek as you shook your head. “how could he? you were right here.”

stephen shook his head, trying to brush your tear off with his thumb. “oh baby, please don’t cry. i’m sorry. i’ll always be here. i’ll always protect you, y/n.”

baby.

“you h-helped me,” it took a lot for you to look into stephen’s eyes and speak without bursting into tears. “even though we were fighting.”

“no, that doesn’t matter, it never will.” stephen shook his head. “i’ll always protect you, okay? no matter what. and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry about everything. i should’ve been here. but i’m here now, okay?”

you smiled and nodded, hesitating before leaning up to peck stephen’s lips, smiling wider when he blushed.

“thank you, stephen. you were so…so brave.”

“anything for you” stephen smiled, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. “and i’m driving you to and from work now, okay?”

“no, stephen, it’s okay-“

“nope, i don’t want to hear it.” stephen shook his head, his voice firm. “i’ll keep you safe, okay? you don’t have to worry anymore.”

you closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

you loved being independent, holding down your own fort. but this. this felt amazing in its own right. having someone care for you, someone that cared for your well-being. someone that wanted to protect you and make sure you were okay. you just wanted to surrender to this affection, you wanted to allow this comfort.

“thank you.”

“you deserve it” stephen smiled, reaching down to hold your hand. “let’s go.”

you looked up at him as he led you to his car, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

maybe he’s right, you thought to yourself. maybe i do deserve it.

…

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[marvel-snape-writes]

The Story of Tonight.

Stephen Strange x original female character

18+ smut

Did someone say Stephen and a girl in a car??? 👀

Stephen Strange and his current love interest attend a party with mutual friends, but they know where the real fun is at...

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Stephen watched closely with slightly parted lips from her words and the way she said them, shaking his head slightly to try and get out of his trance. The rest of the conversation was practically a blur to Stephen, his eyes veering over in Claudia’s direction the majority of the time. Once he spotted her breaking away from her friends and walking to the bar on her own, he politely nodded at his own group of friends and walked toward her. She had her back to him, minding her own business as she aimed to join the back of one of the queues. Stephen looked around him to make sure no one was watching him too closely before placing his hands upon Claudia’s waist from behind and smirking when he felt her startle slightly before naturally leaning back against him as his lips met her ear.

“Look,” He cleared his throat, holding her against him, “I just want to fuck.”

His words made Claudia both melt and freeze at the same time. She glanced to either side of her before tilting her head up and raising her eyebrows as their eyes met.

“What, right now?” She bit her lip.

“Right fucking now.” He growled into her ear.

“But… where?” She gazed up at him again, feeling her breathing change when one of his hands reached for hers.

“Come on,” He whispered before looking around the room, “Let’s get out of here for a little bit.”

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[scvrletstrange]

Unrequited | Stephen Strange

MoM spoilers ahead.

Summary: Stephen finds out that he loves Christine in all universes, meanwhile you happen to love him without expecting anything. Stephen x female reader.

Word count: 607

Note: this is my first x reader one shot I think, please be nice with me as english is not my native language. Thank you if you read this angsty thing.

You tried. You tried a lot to not fall again on this loop, but it wasn’t possible.

Not when Stephen protected you all the way when you fell on the portal with the girl. He never left your side, or hers. You knew it’s something natural on him, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart hurting because he would never see you like you did.

The trip became awkward at some point after you saw your most treasured memory. It was one of those nights where you couldn’t grant sleep and he was there too. Outisde the temple, on the training grounds, you saw Stephen comforting you.

You arrived some time before he did at Kamar Taj, even though he would think you’ve healed, that wasn’t the case. He let you cry on his shoulder that cold night, holding you tight and listening all the things your heart was keeping inside.

Now, America was gone because of Wanda, and once again, Stephen protected you from his own corrupted variant, who ended up under the effects of the Darkhold after Christine died on his universe.

Stephen always would love her. In all universes. This was his destiny. You remembered your variant, who was left on the Sanctum before you escaped from Mordo and his team. Probably she longed his love reciprocity as much as you did.

“Are you okay?” Stephen hurried to help you get up from the floor, waking you up from your thoughts. His variant now gone, the Darkhold was now the only option he had.

“I am,” you mumbled once you got on your feet. “Thank you.”

His trembling hand stayed a little too much on your arm. None of you moved. You could see on his gaze the worry, but still, he was attached to her. All across the multiverse. He knew it. So you had to make things clear again before something happened to any of you. After all, there might be a possibility you didn’t make it out alive.

“About today...”

“It’s fine.” Stephen cut you off. “Is it about your memory?” he asked after a long pause between both.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“That machine made us see things that we value. I am flattered that you keep that as your most precious moment... It makes me think I did at least something for you,” the grip on your arm never left.

“You did a lot for me, even today. So I’m grateful for that.”

Stephen smiled, setting aside a small strand of hair that was falling on the side of your face with his other trembling hand.

“You knew already,” you said. You wanted to continue, but you were not capable of pronouncing those words. They were too strong and Stephen wouldn’t feel the same way.

“I know it now, and it’s fine,” he reassured. “I do love you, but not in that way.”

You nodded gently, his thumb caressed your cheek softly, until his lips kissed your forehead softly. Just like he did in your memories. Slowly, he set aside, taking the black book from the floor while looking the mess that was created.

“Are you going to dreamwalk back there?”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll protect you here.”

Stephen agreed silently and started the magic conjuration. You saved the urge to let a single teardrop fall from your eyes when he turned his back to you, this was not the moment. At least he was being honest with you, not giving any hopes.

But inside, Stephen was scared. He was afraid of taking another step beyond your relationship. He didn’t even had the minimum idea of why someone like you loved him with all your being. Even he could see on your gaze that you’d give anything for him, but he wasn’t worth it.

He was so unlucky. Love wasn’t for him, he thought. The last time he did love someone, she had to get over him. Now the question Christine asked before was present the whole trip. Maybe he could lie to someone else, but his truth was different. No, he was not happy.

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[erule]

Hello! I'd like to request an Angst Stephen Strange with prompt 9 in a friends to lovers trope. Thank you and I hope you have a great day!!!

Stop saving my life | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with Stephen for quite a while, but he’s always been unavailable. One day, you follow him into a suicide mission and you get to know that he’s not dating Christine as you thought.

Warnings: angst, friends to lovers trope, superheroes fight, presence of other characters such as Sam and Christine, language, fluff

Word count: 1K

A/N: hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now” (you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].

“You’re gonna get killed, Y/N. I’m serious,” Stephen says, while you’re wearing your jacket.

“I’m your partner, Stephen. If you think that you’re gonna go to a suicide mission without me, you’re wrong,” you affirm, then you go out from your room in the compound. 

He follows you and you can hear his footsteps behind you, worried and angry at the same time because of your decision. The two of you have always been partners in missions, that’s how you became friends. After years of getting closer and closer, you’ve also fallen in love with him, but you’ve accepted a long time ago that he doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t tell you, you just guessed it, since he preferred to hang out with Christine rather than you. It wasn’t easy, but in the end you had to face the truth. That’s why you can’t leave him alone right one: there’s no one in the world that you care about more than Stephen Strange. If only he could let you do it, of course.

“I swear, I’m gonna tie you up to your bed, if you try to follow me,” he says and you laugh.

“Do you flirt with Christine in the same way? Now I understand why she’s dating somebody as funny as you,” you say, sarcastically.

“What? We’re not dating”. 

His last words make you stop abruptly. You’ve spent the last two months thinking that he was in love with her and now he’s saying that they’re just friends. Why didn’t you know it?

“Stephen…”

“Guys, come on! The bad guys are not waiting for us!” Sam yells from the end of the hallway.

The two of you use a Portal to enter into the warehouse in which the criminals you’re supposed to arrest are. They can be handled by Stephen easily, apparently there are no aliens among them, as your mole told you. Maybe, deep down, the truth is you wanted to spend some more time with him, not just protect him. 

You’re about to call Sam to tell him that you and Stephen can win this battle without his help and without the Avengers, but that’s when you see one of them make a scratch along Stephen’s cheek that you know it: the mole has betrayed you. Each one of the criminals, each one of them who fell to the ground, is now standing in circle around you and Stephen and the worst part is that they have powers. 

Terror runs through your veins. You frantically search for the phone in your pockets, because apparently your headset dropped somewhere during the fight, but you can't find it. Stephen yells at you, but in the confusion of battle you don't hear him, so when one of the criminals throws you to the ground he takes you by surprise. You take it off with a well-aimed kick, then run to Stephen, who is struggling to hold off three at once. Fortunately, you notice in time that a quarter is about to hit him from behind, so you throw yourself on him and fall together to the ground.

Out of breath, you look up at the ceiling and hear a very loud noise. The other Avengers are probably on their way, but a voice in your head wonders if they'll make it in time.

A second later, the criminal from earlier charges back and throws you across the room. You hear Stephen scream your name out loud as he finally gets rid of the others. You can't even get up. Now you regret never confessing your feelings to Stephen. Just to let him know. Just to watch him squint, move his head to the side and curl his lips in a wry smile. You have revisited this scene so many times in your head, that if it happened right now in front of your eyes, you would remember one of those you imagined. You were foolish to be afraid of his reaction, because now a regret hurts you more now than telling a man how much you love him.

Then you hear it, loud and clear: the Avengers are finally here. While they’re fighting the others, Stephen is by your side, helping you to get up. He looks worried, but not for himself: for you.

“I told you not to come! You should have left me alone!

“What? You barely won against three of them, I was needed here!” You yell too, angrily, while he’s holding your hands.

“You should really stop doing that”.

“Doing what?”

“Saving my life!” He shouts. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now!”

“Then fucking do it!”

And he does. It’s rough and your cheeks are on fire, but it’s the best kiss you could ever get from him, because it’s real. He’s holding onto you for dear life, his grip on your back is firm and you can feel that he was scared of losing you. It seems like a punishment or a thing that you can do now because the both of you are still alive to do so, but whatever was his intention, you’re glad he did it.

When you look at him, out of breath, it’s like the time has frozen around you. You caress the scratch on his cheek, gently and he gives you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You saved me and I wasn’t thankful, but I was concerned that you could have gotten hurt. I couldn’t have forgiven myself,” he says.

“But I don’t understand… I thought that you liked Christine!”

He chuckles.

“Everytime I hung out with her, I talked about you,” he confesses and your heart melts at it.

“I love you, Stephen. And I was stupid for not telling you that,” you reply, feeling your eyes burning. You don’t want to cry in front of him, but he had to know that.

So his smile widens, he caresses your hips and tells you: “I love you, too”.

And you think that it’s the best thing you could ever tell you.

“Guys, can we please continue this conversation later?” Sam says, while fighting two of the criminals. You and Stephen laugh.

“Are you ready?” He asks you.

You give him a grin: “I was born ready!”  

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[stuckybarton]

Double Trouble

SUMMARY: In the eyes of the team, you were Loki's girlfriend and Stephen and Wong's apprentice. No one would think too much about the whole setup. Everyone had watched the snide remarks both Loki and Stephen would throw each other when they were in the same room, but would stop at any moment you would step in. It was always a switch when it comes to the pair and everyone simply called you their tamer, but again, thought nothing about the whole set up with the two. But those two were constantly double the trouble. PROMPT(S): "I thought we agreed to share her?" CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader X Stephen Strange; Wong in the end (lol). WARNINGS: Threesome; Unprotected Double Penetration; Loki and Stephen deserve a warning onto themselves at this point; P in V; P in A; Interruption. WORDS: 1,021 REQUESTED BY: @lalaooopsie (thank you for the first request <3)

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Thoroughly fucked, your legs were numb, hair tousled on the bed, and your hazy eyes peered half-lidded down at the man that continued on with his assault on your over-stimulated pussy. He wasn't stopping and no matter how much you said no, he continued on with his assault bringing you further and further into the brink of bliss. With what little strength your hand still had, your held onto the white streaked hair of his, trying your best to pull him away to give you a chance to breath.

"Had enough?" The cocky smirk on his lips bubbled through your stomach and dampen you further. Damn him and that handsome smile of his. "Wong's in Kamar Taj, the Avengers are all on a mission in God knows where, so no interruption and you can scream all you want."

You nodded profusely but still couldn't scream as his bearded lips fall right back into eating you with a painful rhythm.

You never really knew when it happened between you and Stephen, but you didn't want it any other way at this point. How you were both sparing one day in Kamar Taj in front of numerous members of the Masters of Mystic Arts, your fight got so intense that magic wasn't the only thing was being thrown out. Punches, kicks, even headbutts and as you straddled his chest--your teacher-apprentice relationship wasn't the same. It was best for the both of you to keep whatever was going on between the two of you away from Wong's ever wandering and questioning eyes.

"What would that boyfriend of yours think? How much of a mess I can make you without him even participating?" His words, as cocky and arrogant he was, knew what to say, the filth that only his words could ever give. You were a mess, all because of the man that you would have never thought would bring you to the peak of insanity besides your boyfriend.

Before you could even give a proper response. You felt your release wash over you like a tidal wave. Painting his beard with your wetness, you had watching him suck you dry until he was satisfied.

Letting go of his hair, as you relaxed your body against the silk sheets of his bed, you allowed the aftermath of your orgasm to wash over you. Appreciating the momentary peace that Stephen has given you to regain your consciousness and strength for what was to come.

You felt the bed dip and turning your head, the sight of a now naked Stephen laid besides you. You smirked knowing what was to come. Turning you closed your eyes, as the spongy head of his cock slipped so easily inside of your ass. You could only smile at the preparation he had done for the past few hours for this moment. Even your boyfriend had been dead set in making sure you were prepared and not to hurt yourself. With how easily Stephen has slid inside of you, all the hard work of your boyfriend and master had paid off.

"I thought we agreed to share her tonight?" The familiar baritone of your boyfriend's voice had your opening your eyes and frozen in place, Stephen remained deep inside of you.

Loki was at the door where you were facing, in his signature black suit, he was delectable. Your mouth watered and you wanted nothing more than to have him inside you as well.

"Can't help myself when it comes to her." Stephen's response was quick and the sudden slam of his hips accentuated his point breaking you into yet another whimper.

"What am I ever gonna do with you, Goddess?" Loki tutted and with a flick of his wrist, his suit was no more and you were face to face with a naked God, whose dick stood tall, pre-cum glistening his tip. "Where you do you want me?" He inquired.

"Inside me." You spoke with the last ounce of confidence you still had in your system.

"Well open wide for me then, Goddess."

Without even moving an inch, Stephen had held onto your thigh widening you up just for Loki. Loki had laid in front of you, one hand cupping your cheek looking straight through you and the other had guided his cock right into you. How easy he had slid and how full you now felt with the both of them deep inside you.

"Look what a mess you've made out of her, Strange." Loki spoke moving your head to meet Stephen's own. "Look how our Goddess is so full of us, filled in both of her holes like she is always meant to be."

Neither of you three had noticed the sound of a portal opening and the sight of a distracted Wong until it was far too late. The only thing Stephen could do was covered the three of you with his magic cape.

"I told you that it was essential for Y/N to continue her training in--" Wong halted finally upon realizing the sight of all three of you in bed, frozen in place, caught in the act about something neither of you three wanted anyone to know for now. "I don't even want to know." Wong groaned, before motioning for another portal to open for him to leave.

You couldn't help it, the awkwardness of being caught ruined the moment and you burst out laughing and resting your forehead against your boyfriend's shoulders and arms wrapped around his neck.

"This is the reason why I prefer the privacy of the compound." Loki snipped attention focused on Stephen.

"Right, like the AI and Stark wouldn't be watching us if we're not careful."

"I could have placed a cloak spell on us."

"And it hasn't occurred to you to use one here in the Sanctum?"

You sighed, knowing it would take a while for them to finish with their argument. It was better to just let them ride it out. You could use a vacation from your boyfriends but at this point, this was what you signed up for. Double the pleasure, but double the trouble.

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Steps- Stephen Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Characters: Stephen Strange

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 402

Author: Aaron

A new student had been catching the attention and eyes of the others at Kathmandu, and right now he was sat on the wet steps of the courtyard, holding back a flood of tears as he cupped his heavily shaking hands in his arms.

“It’s… a lot to take in? Right?” You sat next to the almost scared looking man, he glanced up at you with a soft but cautious smile. “Come on, I don’t bite. I’m in somewhat of the same boat as you. I mean obviously I was no world class neurosurgeon who has now managed to smash his hands up beyond belief. But I came to Nepal for healing and somehow… I’m not even sure how… I managed to stumble across this place.”

“You know nothing about me… y/n, right?” You nodded as you gazed upon the lines of students practising intently.

“I have not been here for much longer than you, but everybody here has been watching you, you seem very strong, in more ways than most." A small grin appeared on his face, but it was short lived.

“I have been here for what seems to be quite a long time and I’m struggling with even the simplest spells.” He carefully ran his scarred hands through his hair.

“You are pulling energy from dimensions you didn’t think existed, in a place that just a few months previous would have scoffed at and probably had a good laugh about with all your surgeon buddies. Give yourself a break and just slow down a little… obviously that might be a bit of a struggle for you though.”

“Very funny. I really don’t need a pep-talk. I appreciate it I’ve just never really been one for the self-help mumbo jumbo nonsense. It’s all just a load of made-up bullshit intended to fill pages of books to sell to idiots that would buy a box of air if people told them it would help make their life better.”

“Before you came here did you believe in the mumbo jumbo of meditation? Of being able to cast inter-dimensional gateways with nothing but a sling-ring and your own willpower and knowledge. I would have thought by now you might have opened your mind a little bit. This isn’t self help nonsense either, just a little advice. Now come on and get up, the spells will not struggle to cast themselves now, will they?”

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Stephen Strange x Surgeon!Reader

summary: YN had been struggling with a cold for as long as she could remember – well, for a week. But being her restless and (kinda) workaholic self, this minor cold morphed into something that benched her definitively. And who could be a better caretaker than her loving boyfriend, who happens to be a doctor himself?

word count: 7.3k

warnings: a tiny bit drama, medical stuff, surgery stuff, mentions of sick people, surgery, mentions of blood, reader has pneumonia, passing out, hospital environment, Stephen kinda freaks out because he is always thinking the worst, protective!Stephen, soft!Stephen (but only for reader), slight suggestive bits, so much fluff, talk about future, short mentions of the Avengers

author’s note: I had so much fun writing this request! Finally something where I could pour my Grey’s Anatomy knowledge into :D I really hope you like the direction in which this one went @colewritess :3 I needed some angsty drama in my life, so I put that in :x

Waking up in the middle of the night was something very common in the Strange-LN household ever since the two doctors had acquired their white coats and had graduated with honors. Usually, YN was the first one to wake up to the vibration of her pager, followed by the usual soft ring of her phone because one of her interns would update her on the incoming case beforehand. Stephen would follow close behind, throwing one arm lazily over her waist at first to nuzzle his face back into the warmth of her neck - it helped him to shrug the deep slumber off his hardworking mind - before the blanket would get thrown away to relieve the world of the sadness of not seeing his toned, utterly gorgeous body.

YN was nothing but an admiring girlfriend.

But this early morning, almost still the depth of the night, things were differently: Instead of hearing the tired voice of his girlfriend softly speaking into the phone and waking him up with that, so he could check his already vibrating pager too, the only sounds heard in the dark bedroom was YN's shallow breath and the never-ending sounds of both pagers and her almost barely ringing phone. Confusion settled into the doctor, even more so after he had propped himself up on one of his arms, letting the mattress dip in the process of it, and still, YN did not start to stir even slightly. But before he could process her strange behavior, he had to accept the call.

"Yes?"

He never was a fan of greetings, especially not in the face of interns - and he kind of enjoyed messing around with those tiny ducklings, barely out of their mother's homes, who still had to learn a lot. Even now, Stephen could almost grab the perplexity radiating through his girlfriend's phone at the sound of his voice.

"Uhm... This is Doctor LN's number. You are not Doctor LN," a hesitant voice started to speak, and Stephen had to roll his eyes in amusement before they settled atop the still sleeping form of the woman he not only shared this bed with on a few occasions. "A wonder how you earned that place in Harvard, Jones," the Strange scoffed while he reached out for his bedside lamp to let the soft light invade the dark bedroom, only illuminated by the streetlights and passing cars outside the window front. Blinking against the new light source, he took a closer look at the gorgeous woman next to him, his eyebrows starting to furrow at the sight of her puffy eyes, the red nose resembling one of the stuffed Rudolphs they had seen only a week ago while doing their annual Christmas shopping, and not to mention her breathing of which he obviously wasn't a huge fan. "Hold on a second..." The seemingly simpleminded intern mumbled before he clearly put the phone a few inches away from his face to shout over the entire floor, "You were right, Macy! Doctor LN and Strange are a thing!" And then, the voice returned, louder now.

This day hadn't even begun, and Stephen wanted to strangle the first one already.

"I am sorry, sir. The coffee still has to kick in, I guess... Nevermind. There is a GSW incoming: a bullet in his brain and several in his thorax. He was stable, so we decided to do a CT. I'll send the images to Doctor LN's tablet as soon as I have them." At least Jones wasn't a total incompetent fool, so Stephen didn't have to rip his head off entirely. "Send them to mine; she will look at them on our way to the hospital. Don't let him die because your coffee addiction gets in the way of saving lives." And with that, he ended the call, and the phone landed on his pillow before Stephen slowly scooted closer to the sleeping woman, and now he finally had room for his over-boarding worries etching themselves into his mind.

Gently, his hand caressed her cheek before his flat palm made contact with her forehead to feel her temperature. Maybe slightly raised, Stephen thought before bending down and pressing whisper of kisses all over her face. Now, she seemed to wake up - scrunching her nose, twisting her lips, and the coughs started almost immediately. They were his constant companion as soon as he stepped into the apartment ever since they began to occur one and a half weeks ago, and by now, the cold should've calmed down. Instead, it seemed worse than yesterday. His idea to grab dinner on their way home wasn't probably his best idea of the week, but YN had seemed fine enough to agree.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Stephen mumbled with his lips pressed against her cheek, and YN slowly turned her head with a groan. "What time is it?" Even her voice sounded horrible. "Something around three. There is a GSW coming in, but you can stay home if you like. I'm handling it." The next cough made the man almost flinch, and he was sure he felt the aching pain in his lungs and throat as bad as YN obviously did, judging by her scrunched-up face and her hand that had settled atop her burning throat. She looked back at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Thorax?"

He nodded while her eyebrow wandered even further up. "Who is in charge this night? Forgot to check before we headed out." Stephen didn't have to think twice.

"Hamilton."

"And you want me to stay home when this imbecile of a cardiothoracic surgeon is unsupervised in my department? Your sense of humor definitely wasn't the thing I found so charming, that's for sure..."

She had already started to climb out of the comforting warmth of their shared bed, and instantly YN missed its soft embrace.

"Touché," the man scoffed while following her into the now brightly lit bathroom and watched her from the doorframe, where he leaned with his arms crossed over his chest. She seemed not doing all too well, but at least she could stand on both feet, so he talked himself into believing that everything would be just fine, even though if it meant for her standing in the OR for at least five hours. "You will drive back home after the surgery is done, do you understand me? No post-op check-up, no sneaking around me to dodge the inevitable, no rounds this morning, and no teaching lab with your little ducklings." Her, by the toothbrush muffled, Whatever was very audible for Stephen because he knew this woman better than himself. So he pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped right behind her; their eyes met through the mirror while his hands settled on top of her shoulders, where his thumbs started to massage the stiff muscles around the back of her neck. "I mean it, darling. You're not doing well, and I want you to relax and treat yourself to some hot soup and that fluffy blanket we got last week. Catch up on those shows, and I'm gonna try to get home early so I can prep you the perfect bath and cook you something nice."

He stopped for a second, but after no reaction on her behalf, Stephen bent his head to nibble at the side of her neck and found all her favorite spots before humming softly but raspy because he knew what his morning voice did to this woman. "I asked you a question, darling. Should I repeat myself for you?" Chuckling at the sight and feeling of her quick nod - the toothbrush rested pointlessly in the corner of her mouth - Stephen rested his lips just above her ear and watched her through the mirror again. "I asked," he started in his raspiest of morning voices, "if you understand me." Her deep sigh and mumbled "Okay, yes" sounded more like a tiny moan, and the doctor chuckled for another time before pressing a kiss to her temple and starting to brush his teeth as well; his arm closely wrapped around her waist and her body settling against his side, just as every morning they start together.

And just as every morning, Stephen couldn't get enough of their reflection together. Maybe he had to finally thank Christine for the hard work she had invested into playing matchmaker for them.

;

"Doctor LN!" The excited voice turned a bit hesitant as both arriving doctors turned around, and Jones had to face the embarrassment from earlier. "Doctor Strange, sir." And with that, the intern held two cups of to-go coffees in hand, stretching them out to his two supervisors. "I asked Doctor Palmer how you like your coffee, sir," he quickly spoke at the doubting look manifesting on Stephen's face, and YN rolled her still tired eyes. They stung a bit as well, as she now realized. "Deep breaths, Jones, he won't bite your head off." The man closely next to her scoffed before taking the first sip. "I wouldn't go this far as to promise things like that." YN hit him with her tablet but didn't wait for his reaction before turning her attention back to the intern while giving the labs of their GSW another once-over. She looked at Jones with a questioning expression after she had evaluated the patient's current constitution. They had worked so many hours together that she didn't even need to ask the question out loud. "Doctor Russel is preparing the anesthesia, and the team has prepped OR two, just the way you both prefer, Doctor LN, Doctor Strange."

Stephen had to raise both his eyebrows this time and had to admit that Jones wasn't a total catastrophe - he had to give him that at least.

YN nodded as they waited for the elevator to reach the operation room floor. As the doors opened to let them inside the metal coffin, as she loved to call this vicious transportation method, she gulped down the entirety of her coffee because she felt she needed every single drop of caffeine to withstand the upcoming hours of work. Her head had started to pound right after they had left the chic apartment Stephen and she called her own ever since they had finally moved together after three years of tedious dating, and it had gotten worse during the drive over here.

She hadn't told her over-worrying boyfriend a single word, of course. She would do this surgery, she would check up on some patients, and then - maybe - she would gift herself an early leave as a pre-Christmas kind of gift and get some good food on her way home. Perhaps she could start looking at those recipes she discovered while watching some stupid cooking show - which wasn't so stupid at all, seemingly.

Christmas dinner wouldn't cook itself after all, and she had promised Christine and her fiancé Marc that they could come over. Christmas was much more relaxed if there wasn't a family to celebrate it with.

But her confused thoughts, who chased themselves over the past couple of days since the first symptoms had begun, were interrupted abruptly as her throat acted up again. It started with a tingle, morphing into an annoying scratch before it would turn into a violent coughing fit. And it did, worse than ever. It got even worse after the first couple of nastily wet and deep-sounding coughs, and YN felt as if she couldn't get enough air into her overworking lungs. Her lungs constricted to relieve themselves of all the fluid which wasn't supposed to be in there, and every single breath burned like hell in her chest.

With one hand pressed against the elevator wall, the surgeon steadied herself, head buried in the crook of her arm, while cough after cough crept out of her throat and shook her entire body. Tears started to prickle in her stinging eyes, and the throbbing pain inside her skull increased tremendously within seconds.

Stephen was right at her side, one of his warm hands stroking over her entire back, up and down, while the familiar frown etched itself onto his forehead and in the space between his brows. Jones didn't know what to do, so he just stood there and hoped for a fast end of his favorite supervisor's misery. "Hey," the neurosurgeon mumbled softly as the coughing fit finally ceased, hand still rubbing over her back. "YN, listen," he began as the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a happy ding. “It’s nothing. Just a drop of coffee going in the wrong direction.” And with that, she pushed herself from the wall, fastened the grip around the tablet still in hand, and followed Jones, who himself had a worried expression on his face, but he didn't dare to say something. Especially not in front of Stephen Strange, who could end his barely started career right on this very spot. Instead, he took the personal belongings of both surgeons and nodded to the small changing room in this part of the hospital. "Your scrubs are already in there, straight from dry-cleaning. OR two will be fully prepped as soon as you're ready," he said before scurrying away.

Stephen watched his girlfriend with eagle eyes as he followed her into the changing room, and while she had already slipped out of her coat, he pushed the door close and just stood there. His eyes moved over her pale face - even more so than usual - and he noticed the constant frown engraved in her beautiful but tired-looking face. He even realized that she moved slower than normal, and everything took a tad longer. "YN...," he started again but was faced with a raised hand while she hurried to get into the dark blue scrubs.

The air condition in this part of the building was what she dreaded most since that cold had made its first appearance with a scratchy throat. Now all she wanted was to get back into that warm, thick coat she just had folded and wanted to wrap herself into the thick scarf Stephen had gotten her for Christmas two years ago, but all she got was thin blue scrubs and her comfy Nike sneakers.

"I am fine," she told him finally while popping another cough drop between her lips and starting to braid her hair. Stephen had, at last, made an effort to change as well, and YN was nothing but an admiring girlfriend again. She knew that sex was off the table until she got better, so she took what she could get very willingly, even if it were only tiny bread crumbs in the form of the sight of toned abs, biceps, and back. "Yeah... Wonder why that's so hard to believe after that coughing fit you threw in that elevator," he returned almost sourly, and YN understood it. She really did because she would be just as on edge as he was if it was Stephen who had gotten sick.

Sighing, the surgeon tied the end of her braid together before starting to secure it with bobby pins around her head. Stephen sighed as well and came over to her after lacing his sneakers and helped her just like every time they had the pleasure to operate together. He didn't say a single word, and YN let him sulk in silence for the time being. The Strange would soon open his mouth again because he wasn't the sulking-in-silent type of guy, and she was very thankful for this trade of his. How she hated to guess what wrong was and why the guy felt insulted. Stephen was surprisingly easy.

The entire world would question her sanity if they would ever hear her saying that out loud.

Upon entering the scrubbing area, she tied his recently preferred cap - she had gotten him that for his birthday because this man owned way too many ties - before he did the same for her. He pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder after his long and fast-working fingers were done and took the sink next to hers, where YN already had started to scrub in after putting on the face mask.

Stephen soon broke the silence, and again, she had been right: this man wasn't able to sulk on his own for long.

"As soon as your part is done, I want you to get an x-ray. I don't like the sound of that cough. You're happy that I don't have my stethoscope with me, otherwise, you wouldn't scrub in right now because I would hear something I really don't wanna hear, and I would send you straight up to Chamberlain." At the mention of the one cardiothoracic surgeon Stephen trusted most of the time, YN scrunched up her face. "I told you before, and I will tell you again, that I am fine. It's a nasty cold, nothing more. You're over-exaggerating." He stopped in the middle of scrubbing, head jerking in her direction. At this moment, she was glad that she only was able to see his eyes and the play of his eyebrows, but it was still as bad as she had anticipated. "Excuse me for worrying about my workaholic girlfriend who seemingly doesn't possess any kind of sense of self-preservation." Her eyes widened at that, and after rinsing off the soap residue on her arms, she threw the used bar of soap into the metal sink and turned to Stephen, arms raised so she wouldn't touch anything in the not sterile environment. "Look who's talking about lacking a sense of self-preservation. Do I have to remind you of that little episode of yours standing in a thirteen-hour surgery with a broken ankle? You're a fucking hypocrite, Stephen, and I am a grown woman who knows her boundaries very well, thank you very fucking much."

And with that, she passed him and entered the operation room, where the patient was already put under, and two of the residents prepared the last few instruments to their surgeon's liking. She instantly regretted every single word she had spoken out loud back in the scrubbing room and wanted to run back to apologize profusely, but she knew that she had to stand her point, even though it hurt her heart.

One of the nurses held open the light blue gown, and YN entered arms first before pushing her hands into the open-held gloves, sighing softly. Those steps were always almost meditative for her and her mind, always putting her at ease, no matter how severe the case was.

The OR was her safe place when other places weren't available - just like now because the safe place that Stephen represented wasn't available, not until the steam wore off and their sights weren't as red-tinted as they were now. Sometimes it was hard to love a person that was so similar to oneself, but YN had chosen, and she never regretted choosing Stephen as her partner in every moment that life offered her.

Stepping at the operating table, YN nodded in everyone's direction to greet them, and she pushed every thought about their little fight out of her mind. "Good morning, everybody. Long time no see, June." The OR nurse chuckled. "I thought we would get at least a day and a half before being back in here together." YN grinned behind her mask and softly shrugged. "Hope you had a good coffee because judging by those scans, we will be here for quite some time. Is your son at daycare? Do you need to go and call someone to pick him up later?"

Stephen had entered quietly - he preferred it that way, unlike his girlfriend - but watched her closely because it always left him speechless what a welcoming and open-hearted nature this woman had who had chosen to live with him. He still asked himself why she had decided that he was the one person worthy enough of her love and attention.

"He is upstairs at the emergency daycare, no worries, Doctor LN. We prepared a bottle of water for you, by the way. Doctor Jones said you could use a sip here and there." Nodding her head, YN stepped closer and opened her gloved hand. "Thanks, June. Ten blade, please."

Stephen had already started with the incision and worked through the brain's tissue while always having an eye on the cardiothoracic surgeon just a few feet further down to him.

;

Dabbing with a clean towel over the recently repaired aorta, YN slowly nodded, satisfied with her work. No one would suspect this artery was a shredded mess three hours ago. "Okay... Those stitches look good. Suction." The resident, Doctor Peterson, moved the tube slowly through the chest cavity. "Over here?" His question was unanswered for an unusual amount of time, so he looked up to see his supervisor's face. "Doctor LN?" Blinking, YN raised her head and watched Peterson before turning her attention back to the open chest in front of her. Her brain had difficulties following everything after standing for six hours straight. "Yes... Yes, sorry. Right over there."

Stephen had stopped working as the question arose and yet again watched the woman with eagle eyes.

She turned her head to cough softly into her mask while pressing her face against the sterile OR gown at her shoulder. Clearing her throat, YN nodded as one of the not scrubbed-in nurses raised the half-emptied water bottle and waited until one took off the light of her head, pulled down the mask, and finally put the straw right in front of her lips. YN's team was the best a surgeon could find, she was sure of that. "Thanks, Helen," she mumbled after everything was back at its place, and she stepped back at the table.

"What's happening next?" She asked Peterson now, her voice scratchier than ever, and her lungs started to protest again. Taking a deep breath - well, as deep as it was possible with a lower lung capacity - YN tried to shake off that strange feeling as if her head was wrapped in cotton and as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs and much-needed oxygen into her bloodstream. "We will follow the aorta up to the left ventricle, check the three branches - brachiocephalic artery, left common carotid artery, and the left subclavian artery - before taking him off the cardiopulmonary bypa-... Doctor YN? Are you alright?"

She barely could understand his words, but the sound of the scalpel hitting the ground next to her right foot was all-consuming. YN didn't even realize that it had fallen out of her strangely numb fingers at which she stared now, unmoving. Everything seemed so far gone in front of her eyes, especially as the room started to spin around her.

"YN? YN, talk to me. What is wrong?"

Stephen. His voice was as calm as ever, but she couldn't push herself to move her head and look into his handsome face. Everything was spinning too much.

"I... I don't feel so well..."

It was barely a whisper, and if the operation room weren't deadly silent, except for the monitors and the oxygenator, no one would've understood it. But Stephen's mind switched focus between the open brain in front of him and his girlfriend only two feet away. The constant switch was as smooth as it had always been, even though his brain screamed to stop working and to rush over to her. But he couldn't let go, not with the DeBakey forceps in this man's brain and near the last splinter of the broken bullet. Instead, his hand didn't move a single inch while he raised his gaze to stare over at YN.

"Keep on talking, darling. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

He needed to keep her conscious, and it always helped when he was calm and asked her questions she could easily answer. Just as he would do during one of her anxiety or panic attacks. He could see her blinking slowly, almost in slow-motion while her brain tried to keep up with his words, even though it would love to just blink out.

"Chest's hurting. My head... Everything's spinning. I... Stephen..."

And with that, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she collapsed onto the sterile floor. He could hear instruments clattering on the floor, and Stephen didn't want to think about the possibility that her head had hit the instrument's tray.

"YN?!"

"Doctor LN!"

"Oh gosh, Doctor LN?"

"Get her some oxygen, god damn it!"

Suddenly, pure chaos dominated the operation room, and Stephen worked as fast as he could while shouting questions.

"Could somebody talk to me?!" He needed to know if she was okay. "Somebody needs to say something, or this entire room gets fired!" Stephen didn't care if he sounded like a maniac. "85/50. It's a wonder she held up for this long. Open wound at her right forehead, probably needs stitching. Doctor LN? YN, can you hear me?" The sound of snapping fingers was heard, but no answer. One of the nurses looked back at him, kneeing on the ground next to YN. "We'll bring her upstairs, Doctor Strange." He quickly looked up, straight into the nurse's face. "Make an x-ray of her lungs, a head CT to clear her of a concussion, and don't you dare let anyone other than Henderson stitch that. Page Doctor Palmer, she will see through with everything. And someone needs to page Chamberlain; we still have an open chest here." Shuffling was heard before the anesthesiologist spoke up right next to him. "Hamilton is on duty, sir," he reminded the neurosurgeon, but Stephen scoffed while slowly grabbing the bullet with the forceps. "I don't care if that accident of a surgeon is the fucking president of the United States. Get. Me. Chamberlain." YN would decapitate him with her bare hands if she learned about the fact that Hamilton had ruined hours of her hard, perfect work.

And with that, he returned to his job, mind still a bit out of tune with an unconscious YN being put on a gurney and pushed out of the room only several feet away from him.

He had never felt more helpless in his life.

Do your job, and you can look after her. Do your job, and you can sit next to her and wait for her to wake up. Everything will be okay, Stephen. Stop spiraling.

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The familiar sounds of the hospital surrounded him, but Stephen almost didn't hear them, not since he had gotten the x-ray scans of YN's lungs and the CT of her head. His eyes were practically glued to the tablet screen in his hands, forearms resting on his knees and supporting the weight of his upper body. He couldn't sit straight anymore, nor could he stand, not since they had been left alone in the room YN now occupied in the cardiothoracic unit.

It had taken a long time until he got some peace and quietness minus the beeping sounds of the machines hooked up to his girlfriend because she always had been admired and loved by her colleagues. Everyone had wanted to come by and leave little cards full of Get well soon. If flowers were allowed, the room would probably be filled with them by now.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Stephen scanned the images of the CT another time - he had stopped counting an hour ago - and as all the times before that, he stared at the mild concussion caused by the metal table full of surgical instruments and the hit on the floor right after that. He had scheduled a second CT in about an hour because he had to be sure there wasn't any bleeding, as minor as it could be. He couldn't allow himself to miss it - it would not only end her career, but it could steal the love of his life right from under his eyes in the worst case.

And Stephen always measured in worst-case scenarios if it involved his girlfriend.

A nurse entered the room silently to replace the drip of antibiotics her body would've needed days ago, but better late than never, he guessed. He didn't acknowledge his presence at all - he wasn't in the mood for small talk or reassurances - so he left after checking his supervisor's vitals, and they were alone again.

Typing on the glass screen, the neurosurgeon made sure that the second head CT was indeed booked, even thinking about changing it to a CT with contrast indication, but Christine would probably kill him if she saw how he spiraled and put the tablet on the bedside table. Everything will be alright, he told himself, his hands rubbing over his face and through his now messy hair.

He just had rested his face in the palm of his hands as the sound of movements under the blanket pushed Stephen to look up again. A hoarse groan followed close, and instantly, the man raised from the chair and sat on the edge of the comfortable bed. His eyes took her face in, scanned it for any indication of a stroke everyone had missed out on, and gently held the hand who wasn't hooked up to the drip and heart monitor. Finally, YN's eyes opened slowly, and she blinked; another groan escaped her at the blinding light.

"YN," Stephen almost whispered and scooted a bit closer. A soft but questioning "Hm" was all he got for now, and his heart started to race in his chest; every stimulant responsible for the emotions of fear and panic distributed into his bloodstream, and his usually barely rising anxiety had its peak season with all the adrenaline rushing through is body. He couldn't think straight when it came to her. Never. So he started to caress her face with the tips of his fingers - starting right above her brow, down over her temples, and over her cheeks because he knew that it almost always tickled her, and she would scrunch up her nose. She did exactly that, but only barely noticeable. "YN, I need you to focus, darling. Can you squeeze my hands?" Stephen already held both her hands, and she squeezed them; softly at first, but with every passing second, her grip became tighter. "Okay. Good job, love. Can you feel this?" Stephen's hand had slipped under the blanket to stroke his fingertips over the soles of her feet, and her toes wiggled at the ticklish feeling.

A cough shook her body again before YN could open her mouth. "Could you please stop tickling a barely awake woman? That's socially considered as rude as fuck," her hoarse voice whispered, and Stephen instantly took her hand between his and pressed it against his still rapidly beating heart. "YN." Seemingly, his brain had lost its capacity because Stephen could only mumble her name. Relief rushed through him and counterattacked the adrenaline.

The woman opened her eyes, blinking, to look up at him. "Yeah, s'still my name." Her head throbbed, and she didn't want to know what had happened after her brain had decided to quit his job entirely. "Stop freaking out, Stephen, I'm alright." She tenderly squeezed one of his hands and had to sneeze as she realized the feeling of oxygen tickling the insides of her nose. "Y'all really went all out on me." Amusement was evident in her small voice, but Stephen couldn't laugh about it - and probably would never do.

"You scared the hell out of me, YNN."

Suddenly, she turned serious and beckoned him closer. The tired man obliged but wasn't prepared for her pulling his head onto her chest, but he didn't mind. It had always been his most favorite spot in the world. He felt safe. And cherished. And loved. YN's fingers carded through his hair, which just started to turn grey at his temples, but differently to him, she didn't want him to dye it, so he didn't get the at-home dye while getting the groceries last week.

It was strange what he would do for this woman. But at the same time, it wasn't, especially with the thought about that black velvety box hidden in his locker lingering in the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry, love," she whispered into his soft strands and kissed his head. "Wasn't my intention, really. Thought I'd be strong enough. Strong enough for my patient and strong enough for you." Now, he had to prop himself up on his arm to stare incredulously at the woman he loved more than anything. "I am sorry, but what?" YN shrugged and felt pitiful. "Y'know, you're this incredible man and surgeon, always perfect, always giving his entire being for his patients, and I need to keep up with that, so you won't leave me because you'd find a better, more perfect woman, and-..." He interrupted her nonsense by starting to pepper kisses over her face, except her lips. They didn't need another pneumonia in just a week or two. "Wherever those thoughts came from, you can send them back there, darling. Okay?" Slowly, YN nodded and closed her eyes with a sigh as Stephen pressed a lingering kiss to her still warm forehead.

"Can you show me the scans?"

He stayed close to her as his hand grabbed the tablet and opened her file. Stephen watched her as her eyes darted over every lab they had run, every x-ray image (which looked even worse than she had anticipated, but she couldn't change that anymore), and at last, she scanned the CT. "There is probably a second one coming, am I right?" He shrugged while she softly laughed under her breath and let the tablet sink onto the thickest blanket this hospital owned. "How long will you keep me locked away at our place, Doctor?" The Strange was still propped up on his arms, as close to her as possible without crashing her with his weight or putting too much pressure on her already hard-working lungs, and hummed, deep in thought. "With that much fluid and inflammation in your lungs and larynx? Not to mention the concussion?"

She rolled her eyes. "Please, it's a baby concussion."

Stephen cocked an eyebrow. "Ah, so now you're the world's best neurosurgeon?"

"Don't flatter yourself." She rolled her eyes. "That title can earn anyone, even you." YN hit his shoulder playfully, and a small grin tucked at her lips. An unbelieving but humored "Hmpf" escaped the surgeon before he turned serious again. "Back to the topic at hand. Until you're discharged, you will do whatever the staff is saying. You won't discharge yourself or medicate yourself." YN had already opened her mouth to say something, but Stephen only had to shake his head in one direction, and she closed it again. "Don't try to talk me out of it because I know you, YN LN." Now it was her turn to "Hmpf" in annoyance. "Anyway. After you're discharged, you will stay at home, catch up on all of your movies and shows, bake to your heart's desire, and recover. I don't have to tell you what pneumonia does to your lungs in the long run. You will have to strengthen them again, and that's exactly what you're gonna do, darling. Looking after yourself and taking care of your health and body because I need you a few more years longer."

A loving smile settled upon her tired face, and YN tenderly caressed his cheek with her knuckles. "So... You won't get tired of me just yet?" Stephen chuckled before pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand. "I am not quite sure if that's even a possibility, darling," he returned and kissed her palm a second and a third time, his mind always wandering back to his locker and the box he intended to show her on Christmas Eve because it was one of her favorite days of the entire year. Now, he would have to postpone everything he had planned.

It may be a small throwback, but it would still be perfect.

A soft knock at the doorframe moved the couple to look over and see a smiling Christine standing there. "Sleeping Beauty is awake and obviously fine, perfect. He drove me crazy in the last couple of hours." Stephen rose from his comfortable position and turned his head to his friend. "I wasn't that bad," he tried to defend himself, but now it was YN who scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, love." Then, looking at Christine, she continued: "He went all neurosurgeon-mode because I didn't jump on the bed right after the first blink. Thought my brain would be mush, and I'd be a lost cause." He never stood a chance against these two women, always calling him out and letting him face his flaws - which he never liked much.

"Whatever," he mumbled at the chuckle of his friend before turning back to the redhead. "Is the CT ready?" Christine nodded in approval, and right after that, a nurse pushed a wheelchair into the room.

With the most neutral expression on her face, which looked kind of pissed, YN changed looks with both doctors.

"I'm not gonna sit in that thing."

–

She arrived at the CT in said thing.

;

She felt soft pecks of even softer lips on her face, and she woke up to that feeling. Yawning, YN blinked up, and both arms fought a way out of the fluffy blanket cocoon she had wrapped herself into to circle them around Stephen's neck.

Ever since her discharge two weeks ago, she had been a good patient, an excellent one, to be quite honest. She never overdid it, always respecting the new boundaries her still recovering lungs had set for her and always listening to the doctors. Well, more like listening to Stephen because he was the one doctor she trusted the most.

"You're early again," the woman mumbled against the skin of his neck, where her face was securely tucked away, and YN could feel his lips on her skin once again. "I told you how this would go. Do my promises mean so little to you?" Grinning, she shrugged and let him sit her up on the comfortable couch she fell asleep on while watching a random news channel.

Apparently, the Avengers were back in the city, and YN desperately hoped she didn't need to drive detours on end just because they thought it would be a great idea to stroll around town, so idiotic humans could form crowds at the glimpse of one of them.

Shaking her head, the woman pushed her fingers through his hair that had acquired a few more grey patches, which she secretly admired every day. "It's just that I know you, Stephen, and I know your workaholic tendencies are just as bad as mine." YN kissed the cold tip of his nose and accepted the cup of tea he had grabbed from the coffee table. "Did you take your meds?" She nodded proudly. "Yup. And the throbbing is finally gone without an Advil." That concussion had been a constant pain in her ass.

Stephen smiled one of his satisfied smiles and kissed her forehead while standing up again. "Well, with that out of the way..." He scooped her up into his arms, and YN squealed-laughing the entire way into the open kitchen, where the Strange sat her on top of the kitchen island. The delicious smell of her favorite food and restaurant wafted through the air, and she took a deep breath without feeling the urge to cough her lungs out. "You seriously drove through the entire city to get me Don Angie's?"

Usually, the expensive Italian restaurant located in Greenwich Village didn't do take-out, but for a selected group of people - people with the right numbers on their checks - they tend to loosen their rules. But well, this very household had a reservation minimum once a month, so they probably were already considered family.

Stephen smiled at the joy he brought into his girlfriend's eyes and started to unpack the containers full of food and dessert. "For you, darling? Always." Scooting over the marble countertop, YN grabbed Stephen's wrist to pull him between her sweatpants-clad legs - his sweatpants, to be precise - and cupped his handsome face with both hands. Her nose softly brushed against his, and Stephen sighed, letting his eyes fall shut and leaning his forehead against hers. "Can I marry you? Will you marry me?" Her question was nothing but a soft whisper, and he had to tear open his eyes to stare into her face, with that knowing smile he almost dreaded to see in such a context. "You really thought it would be a great idea to hide it here when I have almost the whole day to myself?"

He seriously didn't think about that before he took the black velvety box out of his locker because he only had thought about the practicability of it staying at their apartment. He wouldn't have to drive to the hospital to get it if he would've decided to propose to YN spontaneously. And now, he had ruined the surprise with his own hands.

Great.

Scrunching up his face, Stephen groaned and let his forehead sink back against hers as he felt both of her hands carding through his hair again, trying to soothe him. "I didn't open it if that takes something off that disappointment, love," YN whispered and kissed the corner of his mouth. "You didn't?" He had to be sure that at least something of that surprise was still viable. Her head shake was answer enough, and he took a deep breath. "Well, it wasn't a total surprise, now, was it? I think the direction this relationship took off after we moved in together was almost painfully clear or is it just me?"

Maybe it was all in his head, and YN never had the intention to settle down with him, being the smartest couple in medicine, maybe starting a family, growing old together. Maybe it was all just his silly little idea, but never hers.

YN sighed softly at the look on his face, and she could almost feel his spiraling thoughts running havoc inside his overthinking mind. That's why she took his chin between her fingers and forced him to open his eyes again. "It's not only in your head, Stephen. It never was. We may have never talked about it in detail, but the allusion was always there. Our conversation about looking for something more... comfortable, less statement? I would have never brought up the topic of this-", she pointed from her to him, "-wouldn't be a one-way ticket for me. And it is a one-way ticket because I don't need a return ticket. Kids, pets, a life just with the two of us - I don't care as long as you're in it, Stephen Vincent Strange."

He needed to blink in order to keep those foolish tears at bay. Instead, he dove for a deep kiss, so full of love, respect, and adoration that it almost blew his mind.

"You’ll get a proper proposal, darling," he promised, lips still connected and words muffled by it, but YN understood him clear as day. "I hope so because you're the overachiever in this relationship and need to outdo Marc." Grinning at the thought of Stephen's future victorious smile, she kissed him again before squinting over to the food. "I love your kisses, but I'm hungry. Could we do dessert first? On the couch? I'd love some cuddles after five long hours without my personal doctor to fulfill every single of my needs and wishes." One last time, Stephen bent down to kiss her before opening the containers with almost every dessert on the menu and her strolling back to the couch to make space for him between all the pillows and blankets.

"I am not your butler."

But he shouted the words with a smile on his face and one thought on his mind: Life could never turn to the worst with her in it.

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Imagine the reunion (Part 8)

Masterlist

-When your father was discharged a week after the accident, you walked with him to the town car. A sea of reporters flooded to you both, microphones shoved into your faces as reporters asked a thousand questions. Once he was in the car, you turned towards them, and before you could state that Dr. Strange wanted to ask for privacy during his recovery, a man in a suit asked loudly, “Are you Strange’s mistress?”

“No, I am his daughter, and we ask that during this time you respect both of our privacies and would like to make it very clear that those who fail to do so will be arrested by the NYPD. We will take no further questions at this time.” You stated, before pushing through the crowd and rounding the car, which pulled away towards your old home as soon as your door closed.

-Sam watched in your office, the laptop screen displaying the live coverage as he sat around the mess he created. His eyes watering as you stated you were his daughter, a woman who was familiar to him, but yet so foreign at the same time.

-The car ride was silent, your father’s eyes were just transfixed on his hands as you stared out the window.

-When you arrived home, Strange refused your help, and just locked himself in his office, leaving you mostly alone.

-Communication between you both was very limited, it mostly consisted of you asking if he needed anything, and him refusing, even though 10 minutes later you would bring him whatever he might need. 

-You didn’t know this, but after the video surfaced of you outside of the car, Tony instructed the team that it would probably be best to wait a while before reaching out to you. Everyone looked to Steve to disagree, but he stated, “I agree with Tony, clearly she never wanted anyone to know, and now she has been forced to tell the whole world. We should give her some time to readjust to the situation.”

-After the video of you exclaiming you were Strange’s daughter aired, there was a knock at the door. You peeked through the hole in the door and were met with a familiar face. Swinging the door open you were quick to leap into his arms, burying your head into his shoulder as tears slowly slipped down your cheek, “I missed you.” 

“Me too.” Jonathan replied, his shaking hands slowly wrapped around you as well. 

-He stayed in New York for two weeks, each day you would meet up for coffee, or an outing and discuss life without each other. 

-He was really proud that you took his last name when you went MIA, it made him feel like he really did have an impact on your life.

-You were just happy to see him, and on his last day you both went to different museums around New York, and had a picnic in Central Park. As you sat there enjoying the weather he looked at you, “Do you miss him?”

“Who?”

“Sam.” You had told him all about the man you lived with for years, stating that you thought they would be quick friends.

“Every day.” You replied, “But he is extremely upset, and honestly I don’t blame him.” 

-When you dropped him off at the airport you received a phone call, and answered it immediately, “Yes Tony?”

“I need you to meet me at Blue Bottle.” 

“This isn’t a set up is it?” You asked, your eyebrow raising

“No, just…. meet me there in 30.”

-Upon arriving outside, you were greeted by Tony’s outstretched arms, Happy beside him as you accepted the embrace, before moving your attention to Happy, “Don’t look so excited to see me Hap, I would hate for you to cause a scene.”

“I mean I would be crying for joy right now if I could, but I need to look like, what did you used to call it?”

“A unfeeling, macho man.” You responded before both of you cracked a smile, Tony joining in before directing your attention to the sports car out front, “I already have your coffee in the car.” 

“Is this your way of kidnapping me Tony, cause I don’t think Strange would like you abducting his personal one on one nurse.”

“Trust me, there is nothing more I would rather do.” He answered as you opened the passenger door and climbed into the vehicle. 

-After driving for a while, you arrived at Stark Industries. Your eyebrow raising as Tony parked the car, “So you brought me here to see Pep?”

“I mean we can, but there are some things we need to discuss first.”

-When you enter the conference room, the table was laid out with design plans, all scribbled on and drawn by Tony, “I need your help on some invention plans, and since I was asked by a certain individual to not let you in or around the tower I am forced to bring you here.”

“I mean I don’t blame Sam for asking, but he should have already…”

“Actually, it was Steve who asked me.” Tony interrupted, “Sam hasn’t left your office in weeks.” 

“Oh.” You replied, before turning to all the blueprints.

-You were there for hours, at one point you called Christine to ask her to check in on your father, “I forgot I made plans with a friend, do you mind just stopping in and making sure he doesn’t need a soup or something?” 

-When you were done, Tony sat across from you, as you both looked at one another he stated, “Also I have one more things for you, and I hope you don’t mind.” 

“What?” 

“Happy, can you please bring Calvin in now?” He asked, you had completely forgotten Happy had sat down on one of the couches, and as he left you tilted your head, “Why is your lawyer here?”

“He just needs you to sign a document, that’s all. It states that upon your father’s death I get to legally adopt you as an adult, and that I don’t have to pay you to babysit my future children.” 

“So what you are saying is that I can poison my father and you will pay to erase all the evidence, and then to make up for the fact that you saved me from prison, I have to become your bitch?” 

“Exactly.” He smiled as Happy reentered the room, Calvin behind him. Upon entering he placed a paper before you, and a pen.

“What’s this?” You asked Tony, your eyes meeting his as he exclaimed with a blank expression, “I mean everyone already knows, might as well make it legal.”

-After legally changing your name back, Tony took you up to Pepper’s office, where you immediately ran over to the strawberry blonde and hugged her. The four of you sat in her office for hours and just talked, Pepper filling you in on everything you missed.

-When Tony dropped you off at your car you looked over to him, “This better not be the last time I see you Tony.” 

“It won’t be.” He smiled, “Coffee next Tuesday?” 

“Sure, I have to take Strange to PT, but I can meet here at around 3.” 

“Perfect, I will tell Cap not to schedule any missions, and inform all the bad guys that they have to behave for that day.”

-When you hugged Tony goodbye, you teared up a bit, pulling back you saw him doing the same, “Softie.” You joked before getting out of the car, “Text me and tell me how the laser turns out.” 

“Course kid.” He replied, before pulling away. 

-When you got into your car, you saw a box on your passenger seat, peering inside you pulled out a familiar photo album. Inside were all the pictures you had taken of your life in DC, most had been with Sam. Each page in chronological order. Your finger lightly traced over each memory, tears collecting as you saw pictures of the times you cherished. The last one you had put in there was of you, Sam and Steve the day you moved out, you were all smiling in your empty living room. 

-You noticed there were extra pages, and turned to see new photos, a note was laying on the first page, and when you opened it you smiled at Tony’s handwriting, 

I hope you don’t mind that I hacked your cloud to get some of these pictures. 

-They were all pictures of your time in the tower, some taken out of your phone storage, while others were from surveillance cameras. However there was a majority that were from other people’s phones, like the picture of you and Nat on the beach that Clint took when you all snuck out one day, or you and Thor sitting on the quinjet, both laughing. There was one that you took on Bruce’s phone, both in lab coats as you stuck your tongue out, peace sign fingers up as he looked at the camera, one of the few photos post green guy where he was actually smiling. You and Steve on the bike, a photo you knew Sam had taken, and were sure he didn’t give willingly. 

-All the photos from Sam’s phone you assumed Tony took from his cloud as well, your favorite was one from a party Tony was throwing on Halloween. Both you and Sam had dressed up as Natasha and Banner. You took a picture in your full length mirror before going down, both of you smiling wide at the joke, which was that those two were totally going to start dating soon.

-Tony had several pages littered with photos he had taken, some in the lab, some at parties, one of them he was legit dressed in pajamas, sitting on your couch with you, both eating cereal. You could still hear the cartoons playing. 

-The last page though there was just one photo, you were wearing an emerald green dress, Nat had curled your hair, your face neutral colored, yet the highlight gave you some shimmer. Sam was dressed in an emerald green, velvet tuxedo, which was the reason you had chosen your dress. One hand on your waist, the other held your hand, your spare hand was placed on his shoulder. The dance floor was empty, and by the state of the bar, the party had already ended, yet for some reason you and Sam were still dancing. Both so lost in each other’s eyes that you failed to notice someone take a picture.

-Looking deeper into the box through teary vision, you noticed a few small frames, one was a picture of you, Clint and Nat that Laura had taken when Clint introduced you, one was you and Tony flipping off the camera, one was you and Thor eating half a pop tart, because there was one left, and he refused to eat it, so he stated he was going to split it instead, and the last one was you leaning over the pool table, stick in hand, Steve and Sam behind you waiting for you to take the shot. You laughed at that one though, because whoever took it got evidence of Sam looking at your ass as you lined up to take the shot.

-The box also contained a few items of Stark Industries merchandise, along with your second favorite leather jacket, and one of Sam’s stretched out, Air Force shirts, something you were sure Tony took without Sam knowing.

-When you had dried your tears, you texted Tony, “Thank you. Also next time ask to go in my cloud, I feel violated now.”

-Strange refused to let you or Christine shave his face.

-On the first day he had PT, you looked at the therapist before leaning towards him and stated, “Oh I am definitely not going to like him.” That caused Strange to smile a bit, cause it was almost as though you read his mind.

-  Christine came over every night, and dropped you off his case files, per your request. She would stay and chat for a bit, but ultimately she would leave. As soon as she would leave, you walked to the door of the office, knocked loudly and opened the door to find Strange looking out over the city. You placed the files on the desk and left, The next morning you would collect the completed files and give them to Katherine to deliver to Metro-general.

-After two weeks of this schedule, you heard your father call from the study, your feet carrying you to the noise, upon arriving you found his nose buried in a book, “What, did you forget how to turn a page?”

“Haha very funny.” He replied, as you crossed your arms, “I actually need your help with a patient.”

“Holy shit, someone call the press, THE Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange MD, PHD, needs my help?” You asked, sarcasm apparent in your voice as he rolled his eyes, “Yes now come look at this.”

- You solved it within 17 minutes.

-After that you found yourself helping him more and more with cases. It was an interesting task to perform with him. 

-When your father mentioned going back under the knife for the experimental procedure you looked at him, these were the most words he had spoken since you arrived, all you could ask was, “And if it doesn’t work?”

“It has to, cause I don’t know what I will do if it doesn’t.”

-You were heartbroken when it failed, Strange sat in his bed and stared out the window, until you knocked on the door at 9:00, “Christine dropped off some paperwork, what do you say we give it a go, and prove that Nic isn’t capable of doing our job.”

-Once finished he went off about other procedures that could help, causing you to go into a spiral of researching solutions to the issue that seemed unsolvable.

-Christine pulled you into the hall one evening, not wanting Strange to overhear her, “You have to stop feeding into his delusions.”

“What delusions, all we are doing is…”

“Listen, your father is just lucky to be alive, and I know that it is hard for him to accept that the world doesn’t revolve around…”

“If you just came here to criticize the fact that we aren’t losing hope, then please just drop off the files, and rethink your attitude towards a situation you know nothing about for tomorrow.”

She started to chuckle, before thrusting the small stack, her words meant to be harsh as she stated, “I wonder if [Y/N] Bardot would have just told me the same thing.”

-A month after the accident, you were both sitting in the office, you were across from him at his desk, your nose in a case file. However his voice drew you back to reality, “May I ask you a question?”

“You just did, however proceed.”

“Why don’t you wear makeup anymore?”

“I never wore makeup around you.” Your eyebrow raised as he placed the file down

“Yes you did, when you attended my speech in Washington DC, I believe the year was 2010, you were wearing a royal blue dress, your hair was up in one of those trendy updos, and you had on a pink lipstick. You were seated in the front area, between two men, a younger man in a nice suit, whom I assume is your boyfriend, and an older gentleman.”

“You recognized me?”

“Of course I did, I mean I might have been a shitty father, but I at least know what my own child looks like.”

-You got pissed at the PT worker, stating that this was a waste of time, and was not showing results. He chuckled and said you sounded just like your father.

-You occasionally heard news about the Avengers, your heart slightly breaking. You missed the team, and some members more than others.

-One night while you were reviewing a case, Strange spoke up, “You know I have always been proud of you.”

“Sure do act like it.” You stated, eyes never leaving the page

“I was distant with you cause I wanted you to be strong, I wanted you to learn how to survive on your own...”

“Oh don’t feed me that crap. You were never a very paternal figure, some people aren’t meant to be parents. That doesn’t make you a bad person, just a shit father.”

“Well thanks for making me feel better.”

“Well it is true.” You smiled as he chuckled, marveling at how similar you truly were.

-one evening, when all the cases were complete you looked at Strange, “Why did you hire a private investigator?”

“Because I wanted to make sure that my daughter wasn't wasting her talent.” He stated, his eyes never leaving the case study he was reading on repairing nerve damage in the digits.

“Yet you went on public record and stated you had no desire to hear from me.”

“That is true, because I know what I did, and I respect you enough to understand why you left in the manner you did, and that it was your wish to not have any form of communication with anyone regarding your childhood. I already failed you as a child, so I owed it to you to not fail you as an adult, hence why I never engaged in conversation at the lecture, or questioned your where about when attending Mr. Starks party back in 2014, or why I was removed from the guest list.” 

“You knew I was..”

“The private investigator told me, along with the fact that Shield erased your entire existence.” 

“Wow, you really did your homework.” You replied as he smiled, “It’s my job to.” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, all he did was smile in response. 

-Tony and you met for coffee once or twice a week, Pepper and Happy would sometimes join you, but most times it was just you and Tony joking like you used to in the lab.

-There was one week that Steve and Sam were “on mission” (When Tony told you, you were sure they were following a lead on Bucky), so on your coffee date, Tony announced that he was hosting a party, and you were coming, no objections.

-He sent Happy to your house the day of the party, and when you opened it, all you did was groan, “That man will be the death of me.”

-You peeked into your father’s office, “I’m going out, I will be back later tonight. Do you want me to call…”

“God no, I am a grown man [Y/N], I don’t need Miss Palmer treating me like a child.” He snapped, “Tell Mr. Stark I hope he has a wonderful party, and be safe.” 

“Trust me, there is no one for me to be dangerous with.” 

-Before following Happy out to the town car, you reached into your closet and pulled out a form fitting, backless, black gown that your father bought you years ago,and grabbed your black, and silver heels. Joining Happy in the hall he immediately chuckled, “You are definitely going to be the talk of the party in that dress sweetheart.” 

“If you are saying that while it is on the hanger, you should see it on.” You smiled

-On your way to the tower you texted Christine, and asked if she would check in on your father. She texted you later that night to never ask her to again, stating she could no longer stand the sight of the self obsessed monster both you and he had created. You replied back, “Oh now that the monster can no longer serve you, it is all of a sudden too much for you to handle. I hate to tell you Miss Palmer, but the monster has always been there, you are just pissed that you are no longer the bitch stroking his incredibly large ego.”

-Upon arriving Friday announced your presence to Tony, Nat just happened to be standing there, and at the sound of your name her whole body perked up, “She is in the garage, if you get there quickly you might catch her before they board the elevator.” Tony told her, before looking up to see the empty room. 

-Nat tackles you when the elevator doors opened, your arms wrapping around her as Happy chuckled to himself, “Never leave like that again.” She whispered as she pulled back and took your face in her hands.

“Are you going soft on me Romanoff?” You joked

“In your dreams Strange.” She replied

-You got ready in her room, her face lighting up as you turned in the mirror, “Damn, I wish Wilson was here to see what he gave up.” 

-You kept your mouth shut, taking a deep breath as you tried accepting the fact that Sam would probably never want to be in the same room with you again. Tears brimming your eyes as she stood behind you, and wrapped her arms around you. “Let’s go show the boys why it is us they should be afraid of.” 

-As soon as you walked into the party, Tony’s eyes were on you, he politely excused himself from Rhodey and the group of veterans and approached you and Nat as you descended the stair, however it was Wanda who cut him off.

“You are still alive I see, and yet you have forgotten what a phone is?” Wanda snapped, her frame covered by a short, Crimson dress, and her normal combat boots covered her feet. 

“More like my best friends are always off saving the world, so I never know when to call them to make plans.” You replied as you leaned forward and took her drink, a smile on her face as you took a sip from it, “Now I owe you a drink, so lead me to the bar.” 

-After about an hour of drinking the three of you found yourselves on the dance floor, Vision standing near you as you all danced, sometimes awkwardly trying to join Wanda as you all lifted your drinks. 

-You were not aware but at some point the doors to the stairway opened, revealing a blonde haired, blue eyed, muscular pretty boy, defeat in his eyes as another lead came up empty. Beside him was his other best friend, his eyes hiding brokenness as he looked over the crowd of people. As though it was destined, the lights of the dance floor roamed over the crowd, and Sam’s eyes caught the shimmer of your dress, your drink in the air as you swayed to the beat. His smile involuntarily lifted, his heart rate accelerated as he stared, imagining the once familiar smell of your perfume. He imagined what would happen if he walked up behind you, and asked for a dance, or if he brought you a drink, if you would throw it in his face. Yet all he did was look at Steve, “I think I am gonna turn in after all, gotta get up early tomorrow so I beat you in that foot race.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” Steve smiled, watching Sam leave, before looking out over the crowd to see the person who scared Sam away from the party. 

-When Tony saw Steve he asked Friday to show him where Wilson was, his screen lighting up and showed Sam in the apartment you once shared, his head in his hand as he sat on the couch. Tony looked up to where you were, a smile slowly forming as he saw Nat twirl you on the floor, a huge smile illuminated your face as you reunited with your friends. Looking at his screen again he turned it off, not regretting for a moment his decision to invite you.

-“Ladies, mind if I cut in?” Steve asked, your body turning to look at his blue eyes, before you raced forward and embraced his broad torso, his arms wrapping around you as he whispered, “Don't worry, he went to bed.” 

-You and Steve ended up spending most of the night together after that, the girls had both went off to their own sections after Steve arrived, leaving you to stand arm and arm with the Dinosaur, as he spoke with many different groups of people.

-At the end of the night, you all sat on the couch together, smiles on your faces as Rhodey told another War Machine story, your head leaned on Tony’s shoulder, “Thank you.” You whispered to him, looking up as Tony took your hand and squeezed it, “No problem kid.”

-Before Steve decided to turn in for the night, he looked towards you, both of you standing behind the bar cleaning, “It was good seeing you Bardot.” 

“You know, you are the only one who called me that tonight.” You whispered

“Sorry, I guess I am…”

“No, it is fine. Honestly…. I miss it.” You replied, “Reminds me of what life was like…”

“He misses you.” Steve cut you off, your heart breaking at the longing desire to just hug him again. 

“So do I.” You replied before walking away from the bar, towards Wanda and Vision, “Now, I am expecting you to meet me at the coffee shop on Wednesday, 3pm sharp.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She replied, before pulling you into a hug. 

Looking to Vision you added, “And if you are not there either I’ll drag you out of this tower myself.”

“Of course Miss Strange.” Vision replied before you turned to Nat, “I would threaten to drag you out as well, but I am genuinely afraid you would murder me.” 

“I would.” She smiled, “I will be there though.” 

-Walking into the elevator your finger ghosted over the button that would take you to your old apartment, every cell in your body wanted to push the up arrow, but against your inner desire, you pushed the button for the garage, and met Happy at the town car, shoes in your hand as you smiled towards him, “Cheese burger time?”

“Course kid.” Happy chuckled as you got into the passenger seat. 

-Steve still stayed in the spare room in Sam’s apartment, he opened the door to see Sam laying on the couch, his fancy shirt disgards, and his fingers gracefully laid on the neck of a tipped over, empty, glass bottle. Steve walked over to the couch, taking the throw blanket you had brought from DC off of your chair, and threw it over him before picking up the bottle. 

-When he woke up Sam smelled the faintest hint of your old detergent, and immediately reached out to grab you, however it was met with empty air, and suddenly the memory of seeing you last night came back.

-When you woke up, your father was sitting at the table, paper laid on the table as you smiled, “You ready for PT later?”

“Absolutely not, seeing how it continues to prove ineffective.” Strange replied, before you turned with your coffee, “Well then tell him.” 

-You sat in the car while your father spoke to the therapist, your mind still trying to figure out how to possibly help your father. Everything seemed to be coming up dead ends and there was only so long that your father’s sanity would hold out. Already he seemed to be going mad at the loss of his purpose, and while he never snapped at you, you had been a witness to him being harsher than normal towards Christine. When he returned to the car, he spoke, “Well the giant waste of time might have just proven useful.”

“How so?”

“Tomorrow I need you to take me to..”

“And if I have plans?”

“Trust me, if this guy is being honest, then you will want to see it,” Strange stated, his eyes meeting yours before continuing, “Besides we will be done well before 3.” 

-That morning you took him to meet Jonathan Pangborn, while on the way to the court your father relayed the words of the physical therapist. As he spoke, all you could think is that this was insane even for him, however you looked towards him, and softly replied, “How do we know…”

“We don’t.” He replied.

-As you opened the door for your father, you pulled his sweatshirt hood up before your own, the sky was grey and the air almost teased you with a promise of rain. The court was in an old building, the concrete was sturdy and provided protection from the elements, meaning the game never had to end. After ascending a single flight of stairs you were greeted with the sounds of an amateur game of basketball, looking through the fence you saw all the men standing, wondering which one was the paraplegic. 

“Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal cord injury, complete.” Your father’s voice was strong, all hopes for the future rested in the recovery story of this one man.

“Who are you guys?” He started to ask yet your father continued as though he hadn’t heard him, “Paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Partial paralysis in both hands.”

“I don’t know you,” he started to turn, but your father continued, “I am Stephen Strange. I’m a… I mean I was a neurosurgeon.” Tears slowly started to form as you heard him use the past tense, something he had never done outside of his own head.

“Wait, Strange? Actually I do know you, I came to your office once, and you refused to see me.” Jonathan went from turning away to approaching you both, the fence dividing you as you fought all the urges to mutter “typical”, as you ignored the tears forming, “I never even got past your assistant.”

“You were untreatable.” His statement was delivered as though it was obvious.

“No glory for you in that, right?” He turned away, clearly finished with whatever Strange had to say, and as you quickly approached your father’s side you called, “You came back from a condition that there is no coming back from. Please, I know my father is a giant bag of dicks most times, but we are trying to find our own way back?”

“Really sweetheart, cause you look pretty peachy to…” his words cut short as your father lifted his shaking hands from his pockets, the slight tremors were enough to get Jonathan’s attention, until his friend called, “Pangborn, are you in or you out?” 

-He rose his hand in response, which was clearly not the response his friends wanted, his feet slowly carried him back to you, his eyes fixated on Strange’s hands as he approached the entrance, and looked towards you both, “Alright, here is my story. I’d given up on my body, figured my mind was the only thing I have left, so I should at least try to elevate that. I sat with gurus, and sacred women, strangers carried me to mountaintops to seek counsel with holy men, and finally I found my teacher. My mind was elevated, and my spirit deepened, and somehow…”

“Your body healed.” Strange finished the sentence, both of you staring at this man, as he turned his head to you, as though he intended this message for you rather than your father, “Yes. There were deeper secrets to learn there though, but I didn’t have the strength to receive them. I chose to settle for my miracle and I came back to my home.” 

His head redirected back to Strange, “The place you are looking for is called Kamar-Taj,but the cost there is high.”

“How much?” Strange rebuttaled

“I’m not talking about money. Good luck.” He stated before he finally walked away, leaving you to wonder what the price could be.

-As soon as you both got back into the car, you pulled out your phone, “What are you doing?” 

“Getting us tickets to Kamar-Taj, what does it look like?” 

-After confirming that you were going to be on the next flight, you contacted Tony, Nat and Wanda, demanding a rain check until further notice. 

“Where are you going?” Tony asked

“To go have tea on a mountaintop with my father, try to have a one on one bonding moment.”

-While at the airport, Strange asked, “How did you pay for this?”

“Gee I thought your private investigator would have told you I didn’t spend all the money I took when I left. Guess he wasn’t as good as you thought.”

-Upon landing you received a message from Tony, “What are you doing all the way in Kamar-Taj?”

“Stop tracking my phone Tony.”you texted back before opening the program for controls, and programmed Friday to deny access to your location.

-Upon arriving you and Strange just started wandering around the city, both of you asking as many people as you could if they knew where your answer lied, every no causing you to feel more and more defeated.

-While searching on the holy tour, you couldn’t help but chuckle leaning over to your father you whispered, “I never imagined you on a holy tour?”

-when you got surrounded, you silently cursed yourself for turning locations off, since Tony could have ordered a suit to go save you. You weighed your odds, three against two, no physical money, or valuables to be exchanged for safety.

“Look, guys, we don’t have any money.” Strange’s exhaled

“Your watch.”

“No please that is all I have left.”

“What about my watch, it is just as…”

“Both watches, now.” The Burglar with the long brown hair and beanie commanded. His voice sterner than when he made his demand a moment ago.

-The three men slowly started to close in around you, cornering your father and you against the wall with no hope of an escape. Your hand already starting to fumble with the clasp of your watch as your father stood there, unwilling to give it up.

“Alright” you father stated as you handed it over, his fist collided with the leader who was grasping his watch, you could see the pain contort in his face as he retracted, the other two quickly threw you aside, and began kicking him. All efforts to get them away useless.

-What happened next occurred in a flash, you weren’t even sure yourself if you were seeing reality or a delusion fuel by your current state of hydration or the blistering heat,along with the anxiety linked with the situation.

-while rushing to help Strange rise, the dark forest green robed figure approached you, his eye hidden to you as Strange rose, hands trembling worse than before.

“Are you okay?” Strange whispered to you, genuine concern is his voice as you replied, “Yeah, I am honestly more worried about you.”

“Your old man is just fine.” He whispered as the hooded figure spoke, in his hand your now shattered watch, “You two are looking for Kamar-Taj.”

“Yes, do you know..” you started, as he pushed past, no words spoken between you as you followed, until he started advancing towards a worn building, and your father called, “Really? Sure we got the right place, cause that building over there looks a little more Kamar-Tajey.” 

-As he chuckled, you just looked at your father with wide eyes, in any other situation your father’s lack of a filter would have not even phased you, but for some reason him saying something along those lines in a foreign country to the only man who seemed to know where the hell you wanted to go shocked you. 

-“I once stood in the same place as you and your daughter, and I, too, was disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice? Forget everything you think you know.” He stated, looking from your father to you, as though he was awaiting some form of a response.

“All right.” Strange muttered out confused, each syllable dragged out before the man in the robes opened the small door of the battered building.

-When your father inquired about the ancient one’s real name, you just gave him the look, which after glancing towards you, he muttered, “Right, forget everything I think I know. Sorry.”

-When you both entered the room, you noticed the lack of decor, most of the room was empty, other than a few coffee table desks, and the book shelves. Other then you two and the man who brought you, there were only three others in the room, a elderly man, reading a book, and two young girls who looked as though they were servants. Upon entering the two servant girls quickly approached you and started trying to remove your outerwear, as your father stuttered out, “Thank you.. for having us.”

As they took your outerwear he whispered to you, “Okay, guess that’s a thing?”

“Can you not question their methods for like five seconds?” You responded back in a hushed whisper as one of the women you assumed to be a servant presented you both with cups, while the other one poured the tea. “Thank you.” You replied to both, as your father once again turned to the elderly man, trying to express gratitude. However as soon as your cup was filled with tea, and the woman had moved to your father’s, the man rose to leave, causing the already stuttering voice of Stephen Strange to fill with confusion.

“You’re very welcome.” The woman replied as she finished pouring your father’s cup, both your eyes meeting hers as she stood before you, “The Ancient one?” Your father asked, looking after the elderly man, as your lips rose in a smirk, whispering quickly, “Is not the old man.”

“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange.” She nodded, before you could greet her, your father rebuttaled, “Doctor actually.”

“Not anymore, I mean that’s why you two are here is it not? You have undergone many procedures, seven if I am not mistaken. How is the tea?”

“It’s good tea.” Strange replied, both of you baffled that she knew that

“Yes, it is, isn’t it.” The Ancient One muttered as she started cleaning a spot for her own tea cup at the desk the elderly man once sat at.

Wasting no time, your father asked, “Did you heal a man named Pangborn? A paralyzed man?”

“In a way.” She answered, the sound of her tea making her quiet response even harder to hear.

“You helped him to walk again?” You asked as she straightened her back, tea in hand, “Yes.”

“How did you correct a complete C7-C8 spinal cord injury?”

“Well that is just it Mr. Strange,” You saw the slight twitch of his face, knowing he wanted to say something again, however she didn’t allow him the opportunity, “I didn’t correct it, the man couldn’t walk, I convinced him that he could.”

“No offense, Ancient One, but are you proposing that Mr. Pangborn’s recovery is just completely psychosomatic?”

“Tell me, When you reattach a severed nerve, is it you who heals it back together, or the body?”

“It’s the cells.”

“And the cells are programmed to put themselves back together in very specific ways.”

“Correct.”

“Well, what if I told you that your own body could be convinced to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?”

“You are talking about cellular regeneration. That’s the bleeding edge of medical technology. Is that why you are working here without a governing medical board?” Your father rambled out all at once, both of you following her every move, and as she turned you added, “Just how experimental is your treatment?”

“Quite.” She forced a smile, and you quickly could see she was hiding something 

“So you figured out a way to reprogram nerve cells to self heal?”

“No Mr. Strange, I simply just know how to reorient the spirit to better heal the body.”

“The spirit to heal the body.” He repeated, your eyes glancing towards his childlike wonder as she simply hummed, “That’s correct.”, before taking a sip of her tea, and moving away from you both to collect a book.

“Ok, all right, so how do we do this? How do we start this procedure?” He asked, turning to be in front of your body as the Ancient One opened the book she collected, and opened it to the bookmarked page. Her eyes fixated on your father’s as she held it there for him to view, as both of your eyes scanned the page bearing a human figure sitting in meditation, “What do neither of you like this map?” She replied after several seconds of silence.

“Oh no, it is an exquisite depiction of the human body, and the method of energy. The only problem is…” you began, however it was your father who cut you off, 

“We’ve seen it before in gift shops.” 

“Ah, well what about this one?” She twirled, her feet landing between you both, her back pressed against the tight space between both you and your father, as she turned the page to a map of Acupuncture.

“Ah acupuncture… how helpful.” He muttered, trying to hold back the urge to be an ass, you could see it in his face. But you could also hear the amusement it was bringing the ancient one, “And what of this one?” 

-The sing song amusement she was getting from your father’s frustrations was what led you to snap at her, “You are acting like these are wonderful new discoveries you are showing us, yet you have just shown a neurosurgeon, and a psychologist a basic MRI scan, and acting as though we have no comprehension of what we are looking at?” 

“Yes, each of these maps were drawn up by an individual who only saw part of the picture, instead of the whole picture.”

“My daughter paid for us both to get one way tickets here, she canceled all her plans with her companions, who she left behind in a life she gave up for me, just so that you could talk to us about healing through beliefs?” 

“You are both just people looking at the world through a keyhole. You’ve both spent your whole lives trying to widen the keyhole, in an effort of expanding your knowledge, of seeing more of the big picture. Yet now you both hear that it can be widened in ways you can not imagine, you reject the possibility.”

“No, I reject it because I don’t not believe in fairy tales about energy and chakras or the power of beliefs, there is no such thing as spirit!” Your father yelled, his body closer to the Ancient One then you were comfortable with. “We are made of matter and nothing more, nothing less. You are just any other tiny momentary speck within an indifferent universe.”

“You think too little of mankind Mr. Strange, perhaps you should be more open minded like the woman who paid the way to get you here.” The Ancient One suggested, tilting her head towards your still frame as you watched the scene unfold.

“Oh you think you can see right through me, don’t you? Well I hate to tell you, but you can’t, but I can see right through you!”

-Before you could react, the Ancient One took hold of your father’s hand and pulled it towards herself, before pulling back and landing her palm between his chest, causing him to begin to fall back, however with a flick of her hand, he was upright again, gasping for air as he panted, “What did you do to me?”

“I pushed your astroform out of your physical form.”

“What did you put in that tea, Psilocybin? LSD?”

“No, it’s just tea, with a bit of honey, besides if I did, wouldn’t the quiet Miss Strange also be reacting such as yourself. Her breathing seems quite regular, and other than slight irritation at the fact that I would push her father as I did, she seems, perfectly normal.”

Your father turned towards you and watched as you looked at him in disbelief, for even he could see the slight frustration in your eyes, but the other than that, you looked just like yourself, as he turned back towards the Ancient One, “What just happened?”

“For a moment, you entered the astral dimension.”

“What is that?” You asked, as your father looked at you with bewilderment as he started to slowly turn over in his head everything she had shared with him, the Ancient One turned her head towards you as she answered, “My darling, it is a place where the soul exists apart from the body.” 

“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice Abrasive as he drew her attention back towards him.

“Simple, to make you expand your keyhole Mr. Strange.” She replied, as she looked to you both, before the thumbs of her hands met both of your foreheads, “Open your mind.” 

-With that it felt as though your body was thrown backwards into a rippling tunnel of the room, filled with a deep percussion sound, only to be thrown through the fragile, decorative blinds and out into the blinding sun of Kamar-Taj. The sound of the percussion instrument replaced with the busy sounds of the markets below, the sun coating your falling form as you looked to see that it was not the streets of the city you were hurtling towards but rather the very fabric of space. The sense of the fantasy filling your mind, as you tried to imagine yourself safe in your bed, but it didn’t smell like your bed…

“Sam.” You whispered, as you did your eyes landed on a falcon, who was far from his home on earth. He was flying so close to you, and with the hope that it would manifest into Sam, and he would save you from your journey into space, you reached out to touch him. However instead of turning into your lost lover, as your fingertips met his feathers you were rocket backwards into a shiny, neon, tunnel, filled with nothing but the sounds of rushing wind as you fell deeper into the fluorescent blues, pinks and oranges. 

-Suddenly you heard the voice of your hooded savior, “Both of their heart rates are getting dangerously high.” And with that you were returned to the room where it all began, your body resting in a chair as you struggled to catch your breath, your eyes widen with excitement as you looked towards your father, his face littered with signs of distress, as the Ancient One leaned down between you both, and looked between you, “They look alright to me.” She smiled, before you felt yourself fly backwards out of the chair, and back into the neon tube. However this time you felt a slight heat engulf your back, as you fell far faster than before. The calm words of the Ancient One filling your head, “Your father seems to think he knows how the world works, that this material universe is all there is, but you know better. You have seen there is more to life than science, you have tangled with the unusual ones and lived to tell the tale. Tell me my dear, would you like to experience the mysteries that lie beyond your senses, and be one of the unusual ones?” 

-At this point you had snapped back to the room, your father beside you still sitting in the chair, his body limp as he continued his Astral Projection journey. You looked to the Ancient One, her face soft as you smiled, “Let’s go.” 

-Before she could reply, your father crashed from his chair and onto the floor, you immediate response was to help him, yet the man in the hood lightly grasped your shoulder, as the Ancient One approached him, “Have you ever seen that before in a gift shop Mr. Strange?”

As he panted, you watched him slowly rise, his hands shaking before him as his head lifted to look at her, “Teach me.”

“No.” She replied, before the man with the hood tightened his grip on your shoulder, and dragged your father up, you both baffled as he threw you both upon the dirt street, the crowd consuming both of your fallen bodies. All you could hear was the sounds of the market surrounding you, and the slamming of the heavy door.

-You watched in silence as Strange scrambled to get up, a string of No’s leaving his lips as he made his way back to the shabby wooden door, his hands hitting against them, before he retracted them in pain, his body shaking from frustration as you quickly collected him into your arms, his eyes glassy with tears as his body shook. “Open the door please?!” 

-You both sat there well into the night, knocking and begging for reentry, unaware that inside they spoke of how you both show many qualities of Kaeclius, and how one man’s fall from the path of good should not affect the future of passing down the traditions.

-When they opened the door you both pleaded in thanks, stating that you were appreciative of the opportunity to prove your worth as they led you down a dark hall and into a small room, “This shall be your quarters Miss Strange, your father shall be right next door. Bathe, rest, meditate, the Ancient One will send for you both when she is ready.” And with that he left you alone in your small room. You quickly sat on the single mattress that resided in the room, and looked out the window into the moonlit city.

-The next morning your father came to your room, a look of concern on his face as he entered, your eyes meeting his as he muttered, “Did you know they have WiFi here?”

“No, no one told me that.” You replied, as he pulled a small card out of his pocket, and extended it towards you, the word Shamballa scribbled on it. After entering it into your IPhone however you wished that you hadn’t, as it started dinging off the hook, mostly messages from Tony and Christine asking where you were. The ones from Christine you left ignored, knowing already that she would never understand your need to be here with your father, chasing another method to fix his hands, but to Tony all you wrote was, “I’m sorry I went off the grid, I am safe, and I will put the GPS signal back on as soon as we accomplish what we set out to do.”

-Natasha texted you as well, “Do Clint and I need to hunt you down, and repeat what happened in Budapest just to get you to come home?”

“No, however you have to tell me about Budapest someday, since you guys bring it up all the time.” You texted back, as your father looked at you p, his eyebrow raising before he stated, “It’s good to see you smile.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, your head raising as he chuckled, “It’s just, since the accident, and you being the foolish one who blew your own cover, I don’t think I have seen you genuinely smile.”

“Oh.” You whispered, not even realizing that that was a noticeable occurrence.

-Before either of you could respond again, Baron appeared in the doorway, “She is ready for you.”

- “The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity call the use of this language spells, however if your modern sensibilities are offended by that word feel free to call this a program.”

“May I call it charms class?” You asked, you and your father were seated across from the Ancient one, whose lips turned up in a slight smile as she hummed, “If you must, then I will allow it. However you must know in your charms class I will not go as easy as Flintwick did on Harry and his peers. The source code that shapes reality is what we will truly be learning, along with how we harness energy drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse to cast spells.” 

-She stated all of this while creating a diagram in the air made of orangish gold sparks, and as she finished her statement she snapped her fingers causing the diagram to duplicate and rotate 90 degrees, while also expanding into more of a 3 dimensional picture as she continued, “we also use it to conjure shields, form weapons, and to make magic.” 

-Once she was done speaking she lowered her hands, causing the now fully transformed , 3D diagram exploded into a thousand tiny sparkles, your eyes widening with amusement as you watched them fade into the space. However your smile of wonder dropped slightly as your father’s voice filled your ears, “But even if my fingers were able to do that, my hands would just be waving in the air. I mean how are we supposed to get from here to there?”

“The same way you got to reattach severed nerves, and put human spines back together bone by bone, or how you created a functioning brain system in an AI program.”

“Years of study and practice, and a vast knowledge on a particular subject.” You replied, causing the Ancient one to just nod before she rose, “Come, I want to show you to the library.”

-After touring the training grounds, and the library she allowed Wong to let you each take out one book, which you both spent the day reading, before switching books, and reading those in less than a day. Once you were both finished you made your way back to Wong, and placed the books down, “Hey.”

“Mr. Strange, Miss Strange…” Wong started, however , your father cut him off, “Please, no need for formalities, Stephen and [Y/N] will be fine, and you are?”

“Wong.”

“Nice to meet you Wong.” You smiled, sticking your hand out, however after several seconds you let it fall back down, Wong’s eyes just staring at it as you cleared your throat, “I was wondering if we could take out a few more books?”

“Yes.” He replied, as you and your father went separate directions, each grabbing a small stack before returning to the stone faced Wong. 

-As he looked through your piles he read out every title, and placed them back in a stack, and once he finished with the last one he stated, “Have fun.”

-You returned the next day, both of you had completed both of your stacks, and each other’s again, upon walking in you looked to Wong and stated with a pop to your P, “Sup Wong?”

“Sup?” He asked, confusion in his voice as you explained, “Yeah, you know like What’s up, but it is shortened.”

-After several seconds of silence you just whispered, “Ok then.” And both you and your father placed your books down, Wong looking at the stacks before looking at you both, “You finished all of these?”

“Yes.” You both answered before he looked back down and stated, “Follow me.”

-“This section is for masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it. You both should start with the Maxim’s Primer, how is both of your Sanskrit?” He asked as he collected a scroll from the first wall of tubes, leaving you and your father to wander down the center of the room and marvel at the golden storage units for the browning parchment, towards the dark oak study stations set up in the middle of the room, a single lamp sat on the cent of the tables.

“I think we are both fluent in Google Translate.” Strange replied, and Wong collected several other rolls of parchment.

“Verdic, classical Sanskrit.” He stated, before collecting a book from a shelf and handed it out towards your father, who took it as he cleared his throat. However Wong stopped short when you asked, “What are these?”

-Turning he noticed your eyes transfixed on the leather bound, decorated books, all chained to hexagon wall mounts that were suspended in the room, Wong’s voice cutting through the air as he replied, “The Ancient One’s private collection.”

“Meaning it’s forbidden?” Strange asked as Wong looked towards him, “No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden, however certain practices are. Those books are far too advanced for new sorcerers like yourselves, or anyone really, except for the Sorcerer Supreme.”

-Wong’s words didn’t however stop your father from reaching out to take one of the books down, the chain rattling as he gently lowered it and looked at the binding, your own eyes peering over his shoulder as he opened it to discover several torn out pages, “Some of the pages are missing out of this one.” 

“That is the Book of Cagliostro, a study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former master, the zealot, Kaecilius, right after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head.” Neither you or Strange had noticed he was suddenly right in front of you, his arms filled with books for both you and Strange to study, his eyes staring at yours as he stated, “I am now the guardian of these books, so if the volume from this collection should be stolen again I will know about it, and you will be dead before you even can leave the compound.”

“What if it is just overdue? Any late fees or maiming we should know about?” Strange asked after Wong snatched the book from your father, and closed the binding with one hand, his face unamused as with the other he pushed the stack he had collected into your chest, his face stern.

“And to think people used to think I was funny.” Strange replied as you whispered, “No they didn’t, you just helped pay their salary, and were forced to work with you 24/7 since you had no concept of what life outside of work was.” You replied, as Wong cracked a smile, and pointed towards you, “I like this one.”

“Of course you would.” Strange sighed as he rolled his eyes, a look of victory on your face as he continued, “Well I would love to stay and watch this love story blossom, but I have some studying to do, thank you so much for the book recommendations, the gruesome story of decapitation, and the threat upon our lives.” 

-As you left you smiled, “Guess we know who the better Strange is.”

“You wish.” Your father stated as you smiled.

-Once you started training you picked up the art very quickly, and excel above your father. This was something that he was envious of, however after the first lesson you knocked on his door and opened it to find him seated on his bed, a book that Wong recommended in his hands as you asked, “Want me to show you?”

-This became a common way you would spend your nights if you weren’t reading the library at an impeccable speed. Once you both picked up the art however the Ancient one was fascinated in how you both could perform stronger and better spells when together.

-She also found it fascinating that your magic always was a purplish blue. She could find no explanation for it at all.

-You were always patient with your father’s frustrations, knowing that the tremor of his hands always bothered him. 

-The Ancient One was watching you all when you first were introduced to Sling Rings, and noticed you were having trouble with it, as nothing was manifesting. She watched you grow frustrated, since you never had an issue. Finally she called out, “Miss Strange, come here.” 

When you got to her, she whispered with an outstretched palm, “Remove the Sling ring.” 

Once it was in her palm she closed her hand, “Try again.” 

“But without the….” 

“Try again.” 

-When you did a perfect gateway appeared, causing you to break concentration, and look at her baffled, as she smiled, “You won’t be needing this Miss Strange.” 

-No one could explain why your magical abilities were so much different than the others.

-When the Ancient one came to the courtyard while you were trying to help your father with Gateways and asked for a moment with your father, she looked towards you, “Alone, if you don’t mind.”

-While she sent him to the top of Mount Everest you sat in a hallway, alone, and manifested a small blue orb, which you started to throw into the air. When he returned, you looked at him and whispered, “You look like frozen shit.”

“Well any man would who just got abandoned on the top of Mount Everest.” He snapped, his voice slightly shaking as he continued, “But I did it, I got the ring to work.”

-That night you sat in his room as he cleaned up his hair and face, your nose in a book, however you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him turn back into his old self, his reflection in the mirror more confident looking. 

-You had no idea that he noticed you watching and was happy to see that you were sincerely smiling because of him, it was something he hadn’t seen since you were a small child. In that smile, he suddenly regretted how he raised you, but he knew that words would never repair the damage he had already inflicted, so instead he decided to show you with his actions that after 26 years he was ready to be the father you deserved.  

-Three weeks later he was proving that he was a powerful sorcerer, and was matching your skill level in every lesson, he also was succeeding at showing you he was ready to act like a parental figure to you. One day he asked, “Wanna go see if your favorite librarian has any books on astral projection?”

“Uhhh duh.” You replied, before you both hurried to the library, which upon entering your father greeted, “Wong.”

“Stephen, [Y/N], how can I help you today?”

“Got any books on astral projection?” Stephen asked as Wong raised an eyebrow, “Neither of you are ready for that.”

“Try me, Beyoncé.” Your father replied as you just looked at Wong and smiled, his face unphased. After a few seconds you added, “Seriously Wong, how far under a rock do you live?”

-When he didn’t reply Strange responded, “Alright noted, now can we please have the book?”

“No.”

-As soon as you and Strange returned to his room, you started hatching the plan on how to get the books you needed to advance, and within the week you had acquired the knowledge of where all the books were in the collection. 

-Even Wong had to admit, it was a well thought out plan.

- When you both figured out the art of astral projection, you used it while you slept to study more. 

-One day you walked up to the Ancient One, “I have a question.” 

“I am sure your mind is filled with many, yet you are only choosing to reveal one to me?” She smiled as she poured you a cup of tea and extended it toward you.

“Jonathan Pangborn, he was paralyzed beyond repair, no amount of surgery could repair that, right?” 

“You and your father are in the medical profession, not me.” 

“Is he using the mystic arts to walk?” 

“How do you think…” 

“Is he using dimensional energy to walk? I mean I am sure if he were to channel enough of it into his own body it would be possible, right?” 

“Tell no one.” She replied, which was enough to answer your question, “Of course not Ancient One.” 

-After a while of studying the Ancient One called both of you into the room where you first met, her eyes boring into you both as she addressed you, “You both once stood in this room and begged me to allow you to learn the Mystic Arts, however now I am told that you both question every lesson, preferring instead to either teach yourselves, or each other.”

“It was also in this room you told me to open my eye.” Strange replied as you added, “You also told us in this room to open our minds, which you should know that once a Strange does that, they will stop at nothing until they have learned all they can, it is what makes us good neurosurgeons, and psychologists.”

-When she didn’t respond your father added, “So now that our minds, and our eyes are opened we are being told to blindly accept rules that make no sense.”

“You mean like the rule against conjuring a gateway into the library, which Wong tells me you have both been doing for about a month?” 

“Wong snitched on us?” Your father replied, as she smiled, “Only because I noticed a significant advance in your sorcery skills, and that you both have been demonstrating skills I know have not been taught to you during your lessons. Now you both will need a safe space to practice, because as entertaining as it may be, you both can not keep practicing your craft in each other’s rooms.”

-That was when she created the fracture in reality, and allowed you all to step through it into the Mirror Dimension, “Welcome to the Mirror Dimension, it is ever present but undetected. The real world isn’t affected by what happens here, we use the Mirror Dimension to train, surveil, and on occasion contain threats. I would pity the poor fool who got stuck in here without their sling ring.”

“Define threats exactly.” You stated, before she brought her hands down and caused the floor to transform under you, the whole room changing around you as your father let out a gasp, the Ancient One answering, “Learning of an infinite Multiverse includes learning of the infinite dangers, and if I were to tell you both everything you have yet to learn you would run from here in terror.

-You found yourself in the Mirror Dimension constantly, each day practicing your craft, meanwhile you were expected to also practice in the courtyard with your father and Baron. While you would do this the three of you formed a friendship, and he had revealed to you several secrets which you and your father wanted answered, such as the origin of the Ancient One.

-You never needed a relic, which the Ancient One found fascinating, when training with Baron, you found that you were able to conjure weapons, and spells without the strain that Baron once informed you of. She wondered if it had some connection to the reasoning behind your magic being a different color., or with how quickly you were excelling over the other students. 

-The night your father decided to tamper with the Eye of Agamotto, you were sitting alone in your room, fully aware that your father was in the library. You had told him you would join him later, and stayed put, and once you were sure he was not going to come back due to the rain, you opened the Mirror Dimension, and formed a portal within there, going to the one place you called home. 

-He was sitting on the couch, dressed in his gray sweatpants, and his navy blue air force hoodie, his feet bare as he sat there staring at the familiar looking photo album sitting on the coffee table, a little red heart drawn in the card in the front. Taking a sip of his beer, he leaned forward and picked it up, his finger tracing the front of the cover as he whispered, “Happy anniversary babe.”, before opening to the first page. The first quarter of the photo album was filled with pictures you and Sam had taken before you started dating, your handwriting littered the photo pages as you wrote small little details, or cute nothings next to the pictures. As he flipped through, you sat on the couch in the Mirror Dimension, and looked over his shoulder, chuckling at all the same pictures. The rest of the book was littered with photos of your relationship, but there was one he stopped on, it was the first page of that section of the book. 

-In the middle of the page was a photo taken in a mirror, you were dressed in a long, royal blue gown, with silver heels, your hair was up, while he stood behind you, dressed in his suit. Your smile was a mile wide as you laughed at the face Sam was making behind you. Around the photo was your handwriting, which looked so small and delicate on the page.

This was the night that started it all, do you remember. You bought me tickets to see Dr. Stephen Strange speak in DC, honestly I don’t even remember the topic. All I remember is thinking is how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life. When it was all over, we went home and I was finally able to take off those painful heels, we decided to eat ice cream. We pulled our pints out of the freezer, and you helped me get on the counter, before handing me a spoon, and opening my pint. You were so busy eating yours though that you didn’t even notice how I was looking at you, scared to death to tell you everything I had wanted to for so long, and then it just slipped. I mean you had told me you wanted it to be random, no planned out moment, no script, just what I was feeling in my heart, and one thing led to another, and I ended up telling you I loved you, on your kitchen counter, dressed like a Princess, while shoving tablespoons of ice cream into my mouth. At first you didn’t even register that this was me telling you I wanted to be with you forever, you just thought it was like every other time I said I loved you, and pretended like I didn’t want to kiss you immediately afterwards. By far Samuel Thomas, this will forever be my favorite day, the day I got to say I was dating my best friend, who was also the best thing to ever happen to me. 

-His tears hit the picture, as he took another sip of his beer, you could see the wheels turning in his head, and wanted nothing more than to actually be there to comfort him, his whisper almost lost in the space, “Why did you ever let me take you that night?”

-Soon he started looking at the other pages, the tears increasing as he reflected on all the happy moments, like your graduation party photos, the pictures of you two in England, countless Florida photos, all the vacations disposable pictures, the random selfies. His hand lingered over the letters Charlie had written you, which you had put in two envelopes that you glued onto the page, wanting nothing more than to talk to his old friend. He would have told Sam he was a dumbass, because the only thing that was different was just your name, Sam could understand why you did it, especially after he learned more about your upbringing, and how toxic it really was. He regretted being so reactionary when it came to light, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but he figured you wouldn’t want to see him, completely unaware that you were sitting right there with him, in a different dimension. 

-Before turning the page, he slipped the book back down to the table and got up slowly, before walking into his room, you were right behind him. His feet took him to the nightstand that would have been on your side of the bed, and opened the drawer, withdrawing a familiar ring box. Flipping the lid he saw the glimmer of his mother’s ring, which only belonged on your finger, his mind filled with regret of what he told you before walking off of that roof. 

-At some point Sam decided to turn off the light and put the ring on what used to be your pillow, before laying down and falling to sleep, your body standing against the wall before you pushed off it, and left the room, to find Steve flipping through the back of the book, which was home to the portion of your lives where you were a part of the Avenger’s family. Steve smiled at the countless pictures of you and Sam with all of them, remembering the pleasantries of when you were under the same roof as your chosen family. One in particular caught Steve’s eye. You were sitting on the training floor, talking to Nat as you stretched, unaware that Sam was standing behind you with Clint, his focus however was turned away from the older gentleman, and looking at you, complete bliss written across his face. He looked at it for a while, missing that part of Sam, since ever since he broke up with you on that roof he had never been the same. 

- When you returned to your dimension, you were still alone in the room, the rain had stopped finally, and the dark night sky was starless. Opening the window you felt the cool night air against your skin, and looked out over the courtyard, wondering if your father had finally returned from the library, since you were no longer allowed to open gateways into the library anymore. However no one said anything about using a gateway to get to the library.

-When Wong saw you without your father he raised an eyebrow, “My favorite Strange is alone?” 

“Yeah, I was busy earlier when the least favorite wanted to come, I figured I would check and see if his annoying ass was still here.”

“Of course he is, sometimes I swear he will never leave.” Wong joked as you went to open the doors to the section dedicated to masters, however before you could Mordo ran in, and barked, “Stand aside.” 

-When he swung the doors open, he immediately created a mirror dimension before your father, who was standing over a book, his hands glowing green. Mordo screamed for him to stop, and as you all ran to his side you noticed that he was wearing the Eye of Agamotto, which was shining green around his neck. Looking down towards the book you noticed the once ripped out pages had returned, revealing how to reach the dark dimension. Your eyes meeting your father’s as Wong spoke, “What did the book say on the dangers of performing that ritual?” 

“I don’t know I haven’t gotten to that part.” He admitted, as he looked nervously at the book, your own eyes scanning over the pages he had restored as Mordo added, “Temporal manipulation can create branches in time, unstable dimensional openings, spatial paradoxes, time loops! Do you want to get stuck reliving the same moment over and over forever, or never having existed at all?”

“They really should put the warnings before the spells, wouldn’t you agree father?” You added as Wong and Mordo stared at you

“Not helping.” Your father whispered before Wong took the book and stated, “Your curiosity could have gotten you killed. You weren’t manipulating the space time continuum, you were breaking it. You do not tamper with the natural law. We defend it.” 

“Well looks like now every time you come to the library I have to accompany you as a babysitter.” You groaned as Mordo rounded the table, “How did you do that?”

“Hmmmm.” Strange focused on him, pulled from the idea of a rebuttal to your own comment. 

“Where did you learn the litany of spells required to even understand…” 

“Photographic memory, both of us seem to have it.” Strange rebuttaled, “It was how I got my MD and PHD at the same time.” 

“And how I still remember what I learned in my introduction courses I took back in middle school.” You added as Strange continued, “Plus it isn’t that hard to master, all you need is…”

“What you just did, takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts. We always thought it was just [Y/N] born for it but…”

He was cut off by your father’s scoff, “Let me guess, you didn’t think someone born for the mystic arts would still have trembling hands?” 

“For now, they may still shake.” Wong added, “But not forever.” 

“We aren’t prophets, Strange.”

“When are you two gonna start telling me what we are?” Your father snapped, as you looked at Wong, who quickly glanced at Mordo and mumbled, “It is time you both learned.”

-When they took you into the separate section, and you all were standing around you scoffed, “You brought us here to look at metal symbols in doors?” 

“It is more than it appears my dear, for you see, while your little friends in the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers,” 

-You couldn’t help but notice Strange muttering under his breath, “More like destroy it.” You chose however not to address it, and acted like you had been focusing on Wong still, “We safeguard it from my mystical threats. The Ancient One is the latest in a long line of Sorcerer Supremes, going back thousands of years to the father of the Mystic Arts, the mighty Agamotto, creator of the necklace you so carelessly burrowed.”

“This is why I am his favorite.” You whispered, your father’s disapproving eyes meeting yours for a second as Wong continued, trying so hard not to chuckle at your comment, “Agamotto built three sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand. That door leads to the Sanctum in Hong Kong, that door to the New York Sanctum, that one to London Sanctum. Together the Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.” 

“The sanctums protect the world and we sorcerers protect the sanctums.” 

“So what kind of mystical threats do we exactly protect the world from?” You raised an eyebrow as Wong took a deep breath, his serious look illuminated by the glowing orange light around the floating globe, “Other dimensional beings that threaten our universe.” 

“Like Dormammu.” Your father stated, as Mordo asked, “Where did you learn that name?”

“I just read it in The Book of Cagliostro. Why?” He answered, however you both couldn’t fail to notice the look that Wong and Mordo exchanged before Wong moved his hands over the top of the metal center piece, the world above you changing into a vibrant galaxy, filled with shades of purple, pink and blue. 

“Dormammu dwells in the dark dimension, beyond time. He is the cosmic conqueror, the destroyer of worlds, a being of infinite power, and an endless hunger, who is on a quest to invade every universe, and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. However there is nowhere he hungers for more than Earth.”

“The pages the Kaecillus stole.” Strange responded, “They were a ritual to contact him, weren’t they?” 

“Yes.” Wong replied, “Along with how to draw power from the Dark Dimension.”

-When your father chuckled you looked at him strangely, as he spoke though, you were not surprised by his reaction, “Uh… okay, well ummm I am out. My daughter brought us here to heal the severe nerve damage in my hands, not for us to be drafted into some mystical war.”

-Before anyone could respond to your father’s comment you heard loud bells, causing you all to look up again towards the vivid galaxy as Wong announced, “London.” 

Turning towards the door previously identified as the London door, you watched it open, men racing towards the opening before hitting the entryway. The man’s body though stiffened in pain, and collapsed onto the stone floor, motionless. Looking from the deceased you saw a man with black makeup dripping down his eyes, his body decorated in an orange-gold robe, with dark leather sleeves, his hair slicked back, his arms rising at his side as though he was nailed to a cross. Your attention still on the man as Wong screamed out “Kaecillus!”, followed by Mordo, “No!” 

-Neither yell seemed to phase him though, the next thing you remembered was seeing a blinding orange honeycomb, expanding towards the four of you, the force of the blast was so powerful it knocked you and Strange back towards the doors marked with the seal of New York, the door opening behind you as you both landed on the Sanctum floor, however the way back to Kamar-Taj now blocked by fallen rubble. As you went to stand you looked towards Strange, his voice calling out for Wong and Mordo as you replied, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto.” 

-Turning into the room you were met with a grand staircase, all the walls bore an accent of dark wood, while the floor was a multicolored tile, the walls were barely decorated. As you wandered into the room your attention was drawn up the stairs, which branched out at the top to either side of the room, while your father spun around, and stumbled towards the door. You turned at the sound of the door swinging open and watched the sunlight of midday pour into the entryway, as your father stepped out. However in a mere moment he was back inside, shutting the door behind him as he looked towards you, “We’re in New York.” 

“I figured, since I assume this is the New York Sanctum, since we were blasted through the New York Sanctum door.”

“Now is not the time for your sass.” Your father scolded as you scoffed, “Please, we both know I inherited that from you.”

-Your father ignored your valid statement and walked by you, his voice echoing throughout the hall as he cried Hello. You separated from him and quickly followed suit, discovering early on however that other than your father, you were completely alone. 

-You reunited with your father in the Museum, his eyes transfixed on the grand, circular window, “No one seems to be…” 

-You were cut off by the sound of a gateway opening, both you and your father glanced down the staircase, hoping for a friendly face. However upon sneaking out to the banister you found it was a mirror dimension being opened by none other than Kaecillus, and two of his followers. A man stood at the base, whom Kaecillus addressed, “Daniel, I see they made you master of this Sanctum.” 

“You know what that means?” 

“That you’ll die protecting it.” 

-As the fight broke out between the two followers and Daniel, you and your father quickly looked at each other, both of you knowing that the other was thinking of the same stupid idea, and with a smile you backed up and whispered, “If only Tony could see me right now.” Before jumping over the banister and screaming, “Stop!” 

-Your sudden presence took Kaecillus’s attention away for a moment, and only then could you take in the handsome features of his face, and observe the fact that it was not makeup smeared under his eyes, but rather burn marks, which still glistened with embers. However it only lasted a moment, cause as you stared he wasted no time killing Daniel, his feet slowly going towards you as he reached the bottom step, “How long have you two been at Kamar- Taj, Mr…” 

“Doctor.”

“Mr. Doctor, and Miss?” 

“It’s Strange.” Your father continued

“Well Mr. Doctor and Miss Strange…” 

“No both the names are Strange, I am Doctor Strange and she is…”

“Is this really the best time to be doing this, Father?” You questioned as Kaecillus noticed Daniel slowly raising, attempting to catch him off guard, however all he caught was the blade of Kaecillus’s energy, his blood dripping from the wound as he fell, triggering both you and your father to manifest weapons as Kaecillus rapidly approached, kicking your father from the side, as you blasted an energy ball at him. 

“Ah so you are the special one, the one with the blue magic?” 

“Oh so I am famous now among the sorcerers, never thought all of Hogwarts would be buzzing about little old me.” You replied as you blocked his attempt to strike you, while your father took on both followers. Turning quickly though you sent one of your balls exploding into the side of the female, blasting her over the banister as you turned your attention back to Kaecillus. 

“I have only heard whispers before, some say you are the next in line for…”

“Listen dude.” You interrupted, before sending another ball, which he avoided, “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying.” 

“Pity.” He sighed, “You are far too beautiful to die, but have it your way.” 

-You quickly reflected all his attacks, and attempted to deflect them towards the followers, however at some point you caught the blue eyes of your father, and in a split second made the decision to run, the three close behind as you made your way through the hall, which seemed to slowly start extending, turning you noticed Kaecillus’s palms extended in front of him, causing you to quickly glance towards your father, “Fuck.” You hissed as you stopped running and turned towards the approaching man, producing two shining blue shields from your hands, before noticing your father’s second one fading away. 

-This did not stop the followers from advancing towards you on the wall, and as they went to attack you used the shields to defend. Both of you taking on one follower each. The male you were fighting was not a difficult opponent, the female however was having no problem fighting against your father, even after the blast. 

-However once Kaecillus started manipulating the orientation of the hallway, you couldn’t help but feel as though this battle wasn’t going to end well. As you fell down the hallway and towards the enemies, you couldn’t help but hit Kaecillus. As your father trapped the other two, you and Kaecillus fought, your blue magic hitting his golden orange every time, until you heard your father grunt, and looking to make sure he was alright Kaecillus got the upper hand and tossed you against the wall like a rag doll, before starting towards your father. His feet carrying Kaecillus away from you as he ran towards the grand circular window. After several moments you were able to push yourself up from the ground and followed the path he took Kaecillus down. As you entered the room however you noticed Kaecillus standing before what was once the case holding the floating cloak, your father sitting on the stand of it, as the fabric was wrapped around Kaecillus’s hand, almost as though it was protecting Stange. 

-When Kaecillus raised his hand to strike you quickly produced a blue lasso and caught his hand, his eyes flashing back towards you, before looking to your father, “She just doesn’t know when to stop does she?” 

“It’s genetic I’m afraid.” He replied as Kaecillus, flexed his arm, and broke the restraint, going once again to hit your father. However the crimson fabric once again bound itself around his hand, causing Kaecillus to begin to wave it about, trying to loosen its grip, as his free hand tightly clung to the fabric of your father’s rode. He quickly saw though that his attempt was useless, and lifted his knee to your father’s chest, a groan leaving his lips as you quickly manifested another lasso and bound it around his midriff before yanking him back, away from your father. Kaecillus slid along the tile floor and into a display base as you rushed to your father’s aid. The Cloak slowly leaning over him as you looked over the aged, battered man. Quickly rising however Strange attempted to fight the now standing Kaecillus, looking to you as though he needed no help. He started to advance, and as he did Kaecillus jumped into the air and projected both of his feet into Strange’s chest, the force of the kick knocking him back. As he stumbled backwards you sent a ball of blue energy hurling towards him, which he dodged with a smile, as you saw from the corner of your eye Strange tumble backwards and over the banister. The crimson fabric quickly following him as you rushed to open a gateway back to the upper floor before he hit the ground. However what you saw caused you to stop in your tracks, for the Cloak had fastened itself to his neck line, and was lifting him back towards you, causing your father to levitate. His hands were already moving with precision as he created a force with his own hands, ready to take on Kaecillus as soon as he could see him over the banister. His own, thick, orange lasso wrapping itself around Kaecillus’s blade, as you manifested another one, and repeated your father’s actions, both of you pulling on it in an attempt to disarm him. However he was too strong for you and with an effortless twitch of his wrist both of you went hurling towards him, the force of your bodies causing Kaecillus to tumble over as you all fell to the floor. As you all scrambled to your feet Kaecillus swung his blade, in hopes to hit one of you. You were lucky enough to dodge it, however if it wasn't for the Cloak pulling Strange back towards the wall he would not have been as lucky. As he was forced back toward the wall however Kaecillus looked towards you with a grin, and swung at you again, this time his attack deflected by a shield that you manifested, the blade meeting the blue surface created tiny blue sparks to shoot out into the air, momentarily distracting Kaecillus, and provided you with the perfect moment you punch him in the lower gut, a groan leaving his mouth as he doubled over, providing you a moment to follow your father towards the wall with the axes, as you ran you couldn’t help but grin at the way he was trying to resist against the Cloak’s directions. You wasted no time passing him though, but as you did, the cloak wrapped around your arm, and swung you back, all while still pulling against your father. Finally however you looked to Kaecillus, who had risen again and was advancing towards you both, looking to your father you noticed he was now looking at the crimson fabric, and then to the wall behind you. He quickly passed you and Kaecillus, and collected the tapestry on the wall, which was not what you thought it was, and watched him hurl it towards Kaecillus. You watched as each little link closed around him, and bound him to his place, his mouth shut by a long strip, and looked to your father, “Nice one Cape.”

- Even though his mouth was bound, Kaecillus was still muttering something. Your father looked to you and raised an eyebrow, as you silently begged him not to mess with the contraption he had just imprisoned Kaecillus with. He looked to him and asked, “What?” and advanced towards him. Upon reaching his body he removed the piece from his mouth and watched for several brief moments as he muttered under his breath, which caused Strange to reply, “Oh stop it.”

-When Kaecillus continued your father snapped, “I said stop it.” 

“You know if you had just left that thing on him, we wouldn’t have to listen to his senseless muttering.” You sassed to Strange, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours as he whispered, “Don’t you start to.”

“They are not senseless mutterings.” Kaecillus stated, both you and Strange turning your heads to look at him, as he continued, “Neither of you can stop this Mister Doctor, and Miss Strange.”

“I don’t even know what this is.” You father rebuttaled as Kaecillus smirked, “Why, this is the end.”

“Would you mind being a bit more specific?” You questioned as he looked towards you, his eyes burning into your flesh as he replied, “It’s the End, and it’s the Beginning. The many becoming the few, becoming the one.”

“Well that was specific, but it makes zero sense. So if you are just going to mutter some more gibberish, I am just gonna have to put this back on, and wait for a translator.” Strange threatened, unaware of the look you wore beside him. Kaecillus did not miss it however, as his smile widened, “You understand, don’t you? It is a pity Mister Doctor…”

“Look, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange, not Mister Doctor.” Your father interrupted, however before he could continue Kaecillus cut him off, “So you are a doctor, and man of science. Tell me then Doctor Strange, do you understand the laws of nature?”

“All matter must be born, age, and die, those completing the circle of life.” you replied as he tried to nod, “Very good my dear.”

“What does this have to do with…” Strange started to ask, however he was cut off quickly by the response, “The same is true for our universe, the sun will burn out, the earth will grow dark and cold, and life as we know it will perish. But not in the Dark Dimension, it is a place beyond time.” 

“That’s it I am putting this back on, and waiting for someone to…”

“It will help us escape death.” you replied, stopping Strange in his tracks as you looked towards Kaecillus, “In the Dark Dimension we will no longer be beating to the drum of natural order, but rather to whatever fuels the Dark Dimension, while there there will truly be no more death, or grief, or fear that tomorrow will never come.”

“That’s it, I am putting this thing back on.” Your father’s words came quickly after yours, but his movement towards Kaecillus was stop short by his declaration 

“Precisely, this world will take its rightful place alongside so many others as part of the One, the great, and beautiful One. We can all live forever, just as your daughter said.”

“Really? What do you have to gain from this New Age dimensional utopia?”

“The same as any of us, a life without death, eternal life. Humans, we always are thinking in terms of righteous, and evil, when really the real enemy isn’t the evils of this world, but rather time itself. It is the true enemy of us all, time is the killer of everything.”

“And what of the people you killed, I mean one of your victims is currently ruining the tile, it will cost a fortune to clean the guts up.” You asked, as his eyes glided from your father, to you.

“They are tiny compared to the bigger picture, they were just momentary specks of dust within an indifferent universe, which will turn without them.” His voice dropped before he continued, his charred eyes once again fixed on your father, a smile on his face as he continued, “Yes, you now see and understand what we are doing, this world is not what it ought to be. Humanity longs for the gift of eternal life, for a world beyond time, which has enslaved us to its mercy. Time is an insult. Death is an insult. Doctor, Miss Strange, we don’t seek to rule this world, we only wish to save it, and we can only do that by handing it over to Dormammu, who is the intent of all evolution, he is the reason for all existence.”

“Yet the Sorcerer Supreme defends existence.” You stated

“Tell me Stranges, what is it that brought you to Kamar-Taj? Did you both come for a bit of enlightenment, or power? Your daughter might have stayed for that, but you Doctor, you came for the same reason as us all, to be healed. Kamar-Taj is a place that collects the broken, we all come with the promise that we will be healed, yet instead we are taught parlor tricks by the Ancient One. She is hoarding the real magic for herself, I mean how else does she stay so youthful?”

“We saw the rituals in the Book of Cagliostro.”

“So you both already know. With the ritual I can overthrow the Ancient One, and tear all of her sanctums down, and allow the Dark one to enter our realm, because what the Ancient One hoards, Dormammu gives freely. He is not the destroyer of worlds Stranges, but the savior of it, the giver of eternal life.”

“Oh come on, this isn’t the opening number to the Book of Mormons” You joked as your father scoffed, “Oh come on, look at your face. Dormammu made you a murderer, just how good could his kingdom be?” 

-This caused Kaecillius to chuckle as you both looked at him in confusion, “You seriously think that’s funny?” Strange inquired of the grinning prisoner, who tilted his head for a second and stated, “No, not that. What is funny Doctor, is that you’ve lost your sling ring.” 

-What happened next was so fast, you both looked down at Strange's rodes, his body turning towards the stairs, at the exact moment a force energy spear pierced his chest. As you went to catch him, one of Kaecillius’s goons appeared out of a gateway, and gripped his shoulder. Using aggressive force he pushed your father down the stairs, causing both of you to tumble down the 20 steps and onto the hallway landing. His goon smiling as you tried to help Strange up, and towards the door, his footsteps not far behind the small trail of blood that Strange was leaving. As he advanced towards you both he was creating another sharp force weapon, and raised it to strike. However before he could the Cloak had unlatched itself from Strange, and entangled the man’s head, causing his weapon to vanish, and for him to struggle. In the struggle though you heard the metal hit the flooring, and watched as a sling ring slid across. Your body lunged forward to grab it before you opened a blue gateway right into Christine’s office. 

-The force of Strange’s body hitting the floor caused her to let out a small yelp, her eyes wide as she looked at your father’s body on the ground, before meeting your eyes as you stepped through and closed the gateway on the goon. Turning quickly you looked at Christine, “Operating theater, just us, now.” 

-You and her helped to carry Strange into the theater and onto the operating table, his breaths staggering as you hurried with him. Once he was laying down, you took his hand and whispered, “Listen you stubborn asshole, you aren’t allowed to die on me, do you understand.”

“What scared I didn’t change the will back yet?” He joked as you looked at him, “No, because I just got you.” 

-As soon as the words left your lips Strange shut his eyes, the grip on your hand loosening as he did.

“What happened to you…” 

“Stabbed, he probably has Cardiac Tamponade.” 

Opening his robes to tap on his chest she raised an eyebrow, “What on earth are you both…” 

“I’ll explain later Christine. How are the chest cavities?”

“Clear.” 

“Great, that means the blood is in the pericardial sac.” You groaned, as she started collecting the supplies needed to drain it, along with the wire to connect to his chest to monitor his heart rate. As she did all of this you looked at his face, and whispered, “I sure as hell hope you aren’t actual passed out and just astral projecting while passed out, cause I don’t know what to do.”

-You didn’t hear Strange respond, “Yes you do, you’re a Strange, it’s in your blood.” 

-When Christine was holding the needle you looked at her, “higher actually.” 

“What?” She quickly whispered as you pointed to the spot an inch or two above her target point, “You should be aiming the needle right here.” 

“And who is the Doctor?” She sassed

“And who is the daughter of the smartest neurosurgeon in this hospital, now aim…” 

“She’s right you know, you should be a bit higher.” Strange’s voice filled the theater as his head and torso emerged out of thin air, a smile pulled on your lips as Christine stumbled back with a scream, and crashed into the prepared equipment.

“Please be careful with the needle.” He stated as you looked at a pale Christine, her hand over her chest as she stared back at you both, “What am I…” 

“My astral body. Now I am not dead but I am dying, so I need you to do me a favor okay? I need you to listen to [Y/N]. She will…” and then he was gone, you had no idea that the man who stabbed your father was using Astral projection to fight him, but as soon as he disappeared you whispered, “Hope you don’t mind.” 

-A tiny blue spark emerged from your finger, which when you put it to his chest light up underneath his skin, allowing Christine to see, her eyes wide as she stuck the needle in, “I’ve never seen anything like this, do you know what he was stabbed with?”

“No.” You answered as she stood there draining the blood, around you things were clattering, and when you looked at Christine you whispered, “Just…. keep him alive.” 

-When he flatlined you immediately looked at her, as she raced for the crash cart, releasing his hand she charged the paddles and applied them to his chest. After the first shock you watched the cart glide backwards, as though something hit it, the soft beeping of the monitor filling the silence as Christine released her breath.

“Do it again.” You instructed, her eyes looking at you in bewilderment, “His heart is…” 

“Christine, I need you to listen to me right now. You need to up the voltage, and hit him again.” You demanded, as she groaned, “Just like your father.” 

“Well let’s hope he is where he should be.” You replied, as Strange’s astral body hurried towards his attacker, the same plan had crossed his mind seconds after it did yours. 

-When the lights started to pop around you, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you both had the same plan, however once they were done you were left standing in the room, staring at your father’s face, “Come on, wake up now.” 

-When his eyes snapped open you jumped a bit, along with Christine, his gasps for air filling the space as you smiled. After several milliseconds however he looked towards Christine, “Christine… never question my daughter again.” 

-While she stitched him up you both gave her the brief overview of your time in Kamar-Taj, along with listening to your father apologizing for his previous behavior. The whole time his hand sat firmly in yours. 

-When she asked if you had joined a cult you responded, “Not exactly, see we enrolled in wizard school, and now we are training to be like Gandalf the Grey.” 

- “Where are you going?” She stated when Strange started to rise,  his eyes looking to her as he responded, “We are late for a cult meeting. Darling, do you think…” 

“Certainly.” You replied, before forming a gateway.

“Can I at least know the truth?” Christine asked as Strange smiled, “Now if I told you that, I would just worry you more than I already have.” 

-When you both stepped through the new gateway you hurried down the hall and closed the old one, “Well I guess that explains how he got to Metro-General so fast.” You replied, before peering over his body, his eyes already dulled over as Strange approached behind you, the cloak quickly refastened itself to his robes as he replied, “Thank goodness we only have to worry about him, since the other one is locked up.” 

-When you saw the discarded bindings at the top of the stairs you stopped dead in your tracks, Strange beside you as you whispered, “Son of a bitch.” 

“Stranges.” Mordo called out, causing both you and Strange to jump before turning to see his face, “You are both okay.” 

“A relative term, but yeah, we are okay.” Your father replied as you both stepped into the room and started to round the stairs, Mordo’s finger pointed towards your father, “The cloak of levitation, it came to you?” 

“Appears so.” Strange replied

“No minor feat, it is a fickle thing.” The Ancient one appeared, her body stopping slightly behind Mordo’s as you replied, “I can see that.”

“He escaped?” 

“Kaecilius?” 

“Yeah. Turns out he doesn’t need the mirror dimension anymore to fold space and time at will.” You replied as Mordo tilted his head, the Ancient One asked, “How many more are there?” 

As your father replied, he moved across the room in between the two, your feet not far behind as he made his way to the front of a empty display case, “Two, one is stranded in the desert, the other dead in your hallway.”

“Master Drumm is in the foyer.” You added 

“His body has already been taken back to Kamar-Taj.” Mordo replied as the Ancient One added, “The London sanctum has fallen. Only New York and Hong Kong remain now to shield us from the Dark Dimension. You both defended the New York Sanctum from attack. With its master gone, it will need another, Master Strange.” 

“No.” Your father replied, “It is Doctor Strange, not Master Strange, Not Mister Strange, Not Mister Doctor. It is Doctor Strange, and when I became a doctor, I swore an oath to do no harm, and I just broke that oath. I refuse to do that again. I became a doctor to save lives, not take them.” 

“You became a doctor to save one life above all others, same reason your daughter became a psychologist, and ran away from home. To save yourselves.” 

“Still trying to see through us I see.” You answered with a smile.

“I see what I have always seen, a man with an over inflated ego, and a girl, heartbroken and willing to do whatever it takes to be on her father’s good side, now that her lover will not have her. You, Doctor Strange, desperately want to go back to the delusion that you can control anything, even the uncontrollable death, while you, Miss Strange, want nothing more than to go back to a time before your true identity was uncovered, a secret that was bound to come out some day.”

“If Death is uncontrollable, how does Dormammu control it?” You asked, “I mean Kaecillius is pretty certain that Dormammu will bring eternal life to the planet Earth.”

“Our fear of death is what gives Dormammu life, he feeds off it.” 

“You mean like you feed off him, you talk to me about controlling death, yet we both know how you do it, Ancient One. We’ve seen the missing rituals from the Book of Cagliostro.”

“You and your daughter may want to measure your next words very carefully, Doctor.” 

“Oh why, because they might hurt your feelings?” You sassed, as her eyes shifted to you, her face stern as you stared her down, her words slipping out like venom, “No, because you might not have any idea what it is you are talking about.” 

“What are they talking about?” Mordo asked as he glanced between the three of you, his eyes meeting no ones, however it was your father’s voice that broke the silence, “I’m talking about her long life, the very source of her immortality.”

“I don’t…” Mordo started, however you cut him off, “She is drawing power from the Dark Dimension to stay alive.”

Mordo scoffed, “You’re lying.” 

“Both my daughter and I have seen the rituals, worked them out, we know exactly how you are doing it.” 

-Her face showed all the cards, she knew that her secret was now out, her eyes still however were focused on you, “Once they regroup the Zealots shall return, you’ll need reinforcements.” 

“Then I will call Iron Man, I have him on speed dial.” You remarked, before she turned to storm away, leaving a very confused Mordo with you and your father, your eyes drifting towards him as you added, “She is not who you think she is.”

“Neither of you have the right to say that. You have no idea the responsibility that rests on her shoulders.” He replied as Strange turned towards you, both of you wanting nothing more than to walk away from this whole mess.

“No, nor do we wish to know.” Strange replied

“You are cowards.”

“Why because I am not a killer?” Strange replied 

“These Zealots will snuff out all of humanity, yet you can’t muster the strength to…” 

“What do you think we just did!” You shouted, both the men stopped and stared as you looked at them. It was Mordo however who replied after the brief pause, “You both saved your own lives! And then you whined about it as though you were wounded dogs.”

“Oh and you would have handled this so much differently right?” You snapped back

“You two have no idea what I have done in my life.” Mordo snapped, “The answer however is yes, without hesitation.”

“What if there was another way?” Strange asked as Mordo slowly got closer to him, your hands glowing blue already behind your back as he got inches away from your father, the attitude clear in his voice, “There is no other way.”

“There is, you just lack the imagination to see it.” 

“No Stephen, it is you who lacks a spine.”

-Before anyone could reply, you heard the distant rumbles within the Sanctuary, signaling that they had returned. The rumbles caused the three of you to all quit your bickering, and race towards the staircase, where you looked out into the entryway to see the Zealots. 

“We have to end this.” Mordo instructed, as you looked at the growing ball of energy in the middle of the room, “Now!” 

-The three of you all jumped over the banister, and started towards the opposing group, as Mordo and you hit the group, your father levitated above you all. Mordo landed the first punch as he called for you and your father to join the fight. However as he did you watched the fractures of reality fill the space, and as Kaecillius readied to attack, you watched as the realization set in. 

“Welcome to the Mirror Dimension Asshole, you can’t affect the real world from in here.” Strange replied, with a smile on his face.

“Who's laughing now asshole.” You added as Kaecillius grinned, and slyly replied, “I am.” 

-As he started to warp the stairs under Strange you landed a blow to the faces of one of the followers restraining Mordo, and fled the Sanctuary with him and your father, the streets of New York were bustling with cars and people as Strange looked towards the altering building, “I’ve got his Sling ring, meaning they can’t escape right?” 

-Mordo didn’t answer the question, he just told you to run, causing all of you to take off down the street, which soon started to turn. As you and your father watched, Mordo spoke, “They are connected to the Dark Dimension, which makes them more powerful in the Mirror Dimension. They might not be able to affect the real world, but they can still kill us.” 

“Well it would have been nice if the book mentioned that.” You replied, as Mordo added, “This wasn’t clever, this was suicide!” 

-As you fled the group your father tried opening a gateway, however it seemed that as soon as he did the sidewalk began to turn, causing you all to slide away from the gateway and onto the side of a bus, a man reading the Doors of Perception sitting behind it, unphased by the impact of your bodies on the window as he chuckled into his book. Looking behind you, you quickly began to flee again, this time choosing to use the side of a building as an escape route, which once again quickly became fractured by Kaecillius, you all falling as the skyscraper started bending into two halves, and twisted down into arches along with all the surrounding buildings, until the land was reflective, you all falling into the city below from the city above. Landing onto the side of a skyscraper you three raced towards the edge, where you looked out over the turned city, “This was a mistake.” Your father muttered as you and Mordo looked to him, seconds before you all felt the building turn, causing you to fall with a yelp as you slid off the building and were hurtling towards the ground below. You all landed onto a fire escape as you tried to break your fall. It morphed under you and your father as you slipped through a hole, which quickly closed itself when Mordo tried to follow, looking to the sides you noticed it trying to create a cell around you two, causing you and your father to run out onto the runway. Kaecillius’s followers running on either side of you as you leapt off the edge. However as soon as you entered the air, they tackled you causing you to start to fall towards the stairs forming below. She slipped off you however and fell away from you both, as your feet met the stairs. Each twist and turn took you away from his men, but caused you to get lost amongst the maze they were creating. Eventually you and your father slid down a tunnel and hit the pavement as looked up, to see them closing in. Taking off down the street you fled, while your father found a new staircase, however looking up you saw Kaecillius running underneath him, and screamed, “Dad!” 

-It was too late though, you watched as he was tackled to the ground, and created the only successful gateway. Landing a few feet away you saw him hovering over Strange, his hand to his throat as you took off towards them, noticing as he took the sling ring from your father that you had previously confiscated. As he slowly stood you noticed your father slowly drifting out away from you, and Kaecillius’s followers surrounded you. His burning eyes meeting yours as you created a field of energy around you and knocked all of the surrounding followers over. Looking at him one on one he smirked, slowly trying to advance towards you before the platform before you lifted you out of the line of his glare, both of you confused, as you noticed the Ancient One, Kaecillius turned to follow your line of sight as he turned to see her standing on a hovering slice of pavement, both her hand glowing orange as she stared at Kaecilius. Tiles lifting under your father, and a recently appeared Mordo, as Kaecillius advanced towards the ground, forming another gateway you fell onto the tile, and landed knee first next to your father, who was slowly starting to rise. As he did though the Ancient One moved her hand, and shifted the three of you away from her, as you all did however you noticed the thin red lines on her forehead, which Mordo noticed as well, his voice sounding betrayed as he whispered, “It is true, she does draw power from the Dark Dimension.”

-You noticed her eyes shift from Mordo to Kaecillius, the look of her blue eyes glassy as she spoke his name, “Kaecillius.” 

“I came to you broken, lost, and in need. I trusted you to be my teacher, and all you did was feed me lies, just like you did everyone else.” 

“I was only trying to protect you.” 

“From the truth?” 

“No,” she paused, “from yourself.”

“I have a new teacher now.” 

“Dormammu will deceive you. You have no idea what he truly is. His eternal life is not paradise, but torment.” 

“Liar.” He hissed, as he and two others advanced towards her, each producing a weapon, as she created her shields to defend, as they striked, orange sparks flew into the air, as she caused each of them to fall to the ground. Kaecillius hit the tiles and caused a ripple to form under them, however she was unphased by the attack, and hitting the tile herself caused the ripple to go back towards him and knocked the three to the ground, causing Kaecillius to slightly roll away, as his followers made another attempt to attack her. None of you noticed him slip the ring onto his own fingers as he advanced towards her, a shield produced with one hand, as he went to attack, causing her to defend, as the blade he produced last second went through her stomach, and through her spine. The three of you stood there in shock before he opened a gateway and kicked her through, causing you three to come to life and run towards the gateway she went through, each of you following through, leaving Kaecillius alone. 

-As she fell toward the sidewalk you tried to produce something to break her fall, however you were unsuccessful. Her body shattered a glass ceiling as you landed several feet away, a scream rang out as you did, however none of you knew if it was because of you, or her, all you knew is you needed to get to her. You were the first to stand and start running towards her, your father not far behind as you parted the crowd, and knelt beside her, Strange collecting her dying body as you opened a gateway to the hospital. Mordo standing there in shock and grief as you two raced in and closed the blue ring behind you, Strange taking her straight to a gurney as you two started down the hall, his voice echoed through the space, “Christine!” 

-When you saw her, she looked annoyed, however once she saw the gurney her eyes grew with concern and she took off towards you, your father rattling off, “It’s not fibrillation, she has a stunned myocardium.”

“Neurogenic?” 

“Yes.” You replied, as two nurses took over your place pushing the gurney, as the five of you hurried into a theater. All of them quickly dressed for surgery as Christine looked to you, “You might want to…” 

“She stays.” Strange snapped, “I think she has proven her skills enough today to show that.” 

-As you all rushed into the room, you watched as he picked up a tool from the sterile table, his hand trembling as he did, looking towards you, he extended the scalpel towards Nic, “Nic! We have to relieve the pressure on her brain.”

- As the beeping of a flatline filled the room and everyone rushed to find a crash cart, and increase her oxygen you couldn’t help but notice the glitching of the monitors, looking to your left, you noticed that your father had noticed them as well, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look, “Go.” 

-You held his body up while he spoke to the Ancient One, who was teaching him the most valuable lesson of all. You were unaware however that she was talking of you out there, “Mordo needs your flexibility, just as you need his strength, and your daughter’s kindness.” 

“My daughter is more than just kind.” 

“You’re right, she is also Intelligent, and figured out Jonathan Pangborn’s secret far before you even fathom it.” 

-When Strange returned to his body, and you both went to the wash station, he looked to you, “Why didn’t you tell me about Jonathan Pangborn?”

“She asked me not to.” You replied, as he whispered, “We are meant to fight Dormammu.”

“I know.” You whispered, as Christine entered the room, the Cloak hovering behind you both as she looked at you, both in the mirror before shifting her eyes to the sink in front of her, and running her hands under it, as your father and you just held yours in the water, however you noticed Strange move his hand slowly towards Christine’s where it softly slipped into hers. 

“Are you okay?” She whispered as you looked to him, his face stiff as he replied, “We have to go away now,” he took her face into his hands as he turned his back to you, your eyebrow raising as he continued, “You said losing my hands didn’t have to be the end, that it could be a new beginning.”

“Yeah.” She whispered, “Because there are other ways to save lives.”

“A harder way.”

“A much, much weirder way.” She answered, as the two shared a chuckle, before the PA system interrupted, “Dr. Palmer to the ER, Dr. Palmer to the ER.” 

“Don’t go.” Your father whispered, as Christine leaned forward and gently kissed his cheek, before leaving the room with a teary smile, your father exhaling as she left, your hand going to his as you leaned towards him and rested your head on his shoulder, “Maybe it is just better this way.” 

“Maybe.” Strange whispered, as you gave his hand a squeeze, “We might need to get Wong though, just for backup.” 

-As you spoke the Cloak attached itself to your father, causing Strange to turn and look at his turned frame in the mirror, as he lifted his hands to pop the collar. A smile pulling on your lips as the Cloak started to wipe the tears from his face, “stop…. stop that.” Strange whispered as he looked towards the collar of the Cloak. 

- When you opened the gateway to the destroyed Kamar-Taj you saw Mordo standing amongst the rubble, your father the first to speak, “She’s dead.” 

“You were right all along, you both were. She wasn’t who I thought she was.” 

“She was a woman, women are complicated beings.” You joked, before getting serious, “She was a complicated being.” 

“Complicated? Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe this, the Dark Dimension is volatile, dangerous, what is it overtook her? She taught us that it was forbidden yet she drew power from it so that she could steal a couple centuries of life.”

“She was only doing what she thought was right.” Strange defended, as Mordo looked to you both, “The bill comes due, it always does. Don’t you see? Her transgressions led the Zealots to Dormammu, there is no one to blame for Kaecillius but her. Yet here we are, in the consequence of her deception, forced to extinguish the world which is currently on fire.”

“Mordo, the London Sanctum has fallen, New York has been attacked twice, there is only one more place they must go.” 

“Hong Kong.” He replied, as Strange continued, “You told me once to fight like my life depended on it, because one day it might, well today is that day, and [Y/N], and I can’t do it alone.

-You opened the gateway to Hong Kong as your father said this to Mordo, and both of you looked to him, before running into the hole. The streets of Hong Kong destroyed as the people run amongst the rumble, embers, and the dead, your eyes scanning the chaos as your father whispered, “The sanctum has already fallen.”

“The Dark Dimension.” Mordo whispered, his eyes casted upon the cosmic cloud that was wrapping around the sanctum, while your eyes met an approaching Kaecillius’s eyes , “Dormammu is coming, we are too late, nothing can stop him.” 

“Not necessarily.” Your father answered as he focused, the eye of Agamotto glowing green as he moved his glowing green hands, and began to rewind time, a running Kaecillius and his followers frozen in time before they quickly reversed direction, the rubble of the destruction reassembling before your eyes as time reversed to before the Sanctum fell. The three of you all running forward as your father dictated, “The spell is working, now if we can get to…” 

-His words were cut short by Kaecillius attempting to strike you, the sound of your dodge drawing attention to you as your hand met his wrist to block. As time reversed around you, you found yourself now in battle with Kaecillius, each blow either of you made interrupted by the landscape rebuilding around you, Strange looking towards you, thinking of any way to help, as Mordo fought the other followers who were strong enough to break free from the spell. As the world rebuilt it took all of you with it, the only one who still seemed to remain in place was your father, each hit you landed on Kaecillius caused him more and more visible frustration. However it was Mordo’s lasso that finally got him away from you, his body flying into a rebuilding wall, as he screamed no.

“Thanks.” You muttered as Mordo looked towards you, “No problem.” 

-The galaxy cloud was still constructing around the building, growing with each moment, however it was something else that caught your attention, “Wong!” 

With a flick of your own magic you caused a resurrected Wong to snap out of your father’s spell, as both men behind you watched, “She shouldn’t have been able to…” Mordo started in a hushed voice that only Strange could hear however it was cut short by you saying, “I know, you can lecture us on breaking the laws of nature after we shut this worm hole.” 

“Deal.” Wong replied as he took your father’s side and looked to the reconstructing Hong Kong sanctum 

“When the Sanctum is restored, they will attack again.” Your father stated

“Meaning we have to defend it.” You replied before the four of you broke into a sprint, however soon you were all falling to the concrete as Kaecillius freed himself and sent out a seismic shock through the ground. When Strange hit the ground, the reversal spell paused, causing everything to stand still as a statue. Mordo, Wong and you all groaning as you started to raise, yet your eyes flickered to your father as he struggled to rise. Your hands already flickering blue, ready to defend, as Kaecillius chuckled, “When will you Strange’s learn? You can’t fight the inevitable. I mean you must admit, it is beautiful, a world beyond time, a world beyond death.” 

“Beyond time.” Your father whispered as Mordo screamed your father’s name, however before any of you could react the Cloak was levitating him towards the cosmic wormhole, leaving you all in the street. 

“Damn it Strange.” He muttered, as he looked towards you, “What are you the next to surrender to Dormammu’s power, and leave us to die?”

“You really should think before you speak.” You replied, as an orb grew larger in your hand, your eyes glowing slightly for the first time ever as you continued, “Unless you want his ball aimed at you instead of Kaecillius?” 

-While Strange bargained with Dormammu for the safety of Earth, and died countless times, you witnessed only a few moments on Earth. Kaecillius hadn’t even advanced toward you three yet. However you soon came face to face with your father, who was a bit more bloody than before, the sound of the Cloak caused Kaecillius and his men to turn as he spoke to your smirking father, “What have you done?” 

“I made a bargain.” He shrugged as Kaecillius and the others started to slowly turned to a purplish ash, Kaecillius turned to you, his voice loud, “What is this witchcraft?” 

“It’s everything you ever wanted.” Your father answered as his cracking face whipped back towards Strange, as you, and Wong rounded around them, “Eternal life as part of the One, however you are definitely not going to like it.” 

-When they were ripped away towards the wormhole, you were left looking up over Mordo, and into the closing cosmic space, “Maybe they should have stolen the whole book, then they would have gotten the memo that the Eternal Life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“That’s the thing they don’t teach in class, all the warnings come after the spells.” Your father replied, as Wong started to laugh, your father and you both turning to your right to look at his smiling face as his boisterous laughter filled the air, as he laughed at your father’s joke

-As time resumed, Wong sighed, “We did it.” 

“Yes, we did it.” Mordo’s tone was grave as he looked towards you three, and slowly advanced to you, “Only because we violated the natural law.”

“Mordo, look around you, Dormammu’s threat is over.”

“Typical.” He chuckled, “As always you and your father refuse to see that there are consequences for your actions, that there is no price that you must pay. We just broke our rules, just as she did. The bill comes due, Always! A reckoning.”

“Rules are made to be broken.” You replied as Mordo looked to you, “Well I refuse to follow this pathway any longer.”

-As he walked away into the crowded street, your father looked towards you, “Shall we?” 

-You opened a gateway back to Kamar-Tajey, and walked around the stand that once held the Eye of Agamotto, your father sighing as he returned it to its proper place, the cloak hovering off his shoulders as Wong spoke, “Wise choice. You’ll wear the Eye of Agamotto once you have mastered its powers until then, it is probably best not to walk the streets of New York with an infinity stone around your neck.”

“Wait, the Eye of Agamotto is…” 

“Holding the time stone. A stone you have no doubt heard of before, seeing how you helped create the being housing the mind stone.” Wong replied as your father stated, “Does someone want to clue me in please?” 

“The Infinity Stones harness the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in their destructive capabilities.” You stated, parroting back the words that Thor once told you, as Wong added, “Stranges, you both might have a gift for the mystic arts, but you both still have so much more to learn. Word of the death of the Ancient One will spread like fire through the multiverse, Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme to defend it, we must be ready.”

“We will be.” Strange replied as Wong opened the wall behind you to reveal the New York Sanctuary, “You know Miss Strange, with your abilities you could take over as…”

“Wong, I am flattered that you think that, but I am no Fiona Goode.” You joked as you and your father started towards the wall.

“Who?” He asked, as you just chuckled, “Right, pop culture references go straight over your head.” 

-Once you were alone in the space you whispered, “Home sweet home.”

-Seconds later as you looked out the window at the old Stark tower you asked, “So how long do you think it will take the illusion magic to wear off that rock we found in the street?” 

“I give it a day or two.” Strange answered, as you withdrew the Eye of Agamotto out of your pocket, and handed it to him.

-As a joke you always celebrated the triumph of your father getting Wong to laugh for the first time. You made it a point to mark it on the calendar.

-One day while you were on the roof of the Sanctuary in the small garden you created, Strange came up and looked towards the Stark tower, which you knew had long since been abandoned for the Upstate headquarters. “Do you miss it?” 

“Miss what?” You asked as your hand delicately tipped the watering can over your basil plant.

“Working for billionaire playboy Tony Stark?”

“All the time,” you were honest in that moment, “I mean if you think about it I got to help a man build an empire, I watched as he created things others used to dream about. I worked alongside a man who was a genius, and compassionate, and misunderstood. It never felt like work being with Tony.” 

“Do you miss Sa…”

“I’m done talking about this.” You forced a smile, Strange’s mouth closing in understandment as you continued, “Is Wong coming over for dinner?” 

-Tony was the only person who knew you had learned the Ancient ways. He was always asking you questions on your experience, and he also loved when you were hiding in the lab. Of course neither of you were making anything, but Tony enjoyed being able to hang out with you one and one again, without anyone knowing you were there. Plus you would always open a gateway for him to the kitchen, that way he didn’t need to waste time with the elevator or stairs.

-The cloak adores you, however he never fully listens to you like it does with Strange. 

-The only time his cloak would listen to you fully was when you would ask it to bring something to your father, normally it was an ancient text. 

-Wong came over at least once a day, finally after a week of him always coming over you looked at him from the stairs, his gateway had just opened and he stepped through into your walkway area, “If you want to stay the night I have prepared you your own room.” 

-He stayed over once and a while, but only if he could get someone to cover the library for him.

-You would always wake up to a hot cup of tea with honey on your nightstand, the steam still rising from it as you watched it drift up in the morning sunlight that was breaking through your window. 

-One morning you woke up to the whole house boiling, cause the AC had went out during the night. When you went downstairs you noticed your father walking around on the phone, dressed in a wife beater and dark wash jeans, his normally slicked back hair dampened with sweat as he spoke into the phone, “I am aware a lot of people suffer with this problem, but I don’t understand why it is so difficult to have someone come out to see it today?” When he saw you he motioned towards the freezer, “I got you breakfast, it’s in the freezer.” 

Opening it you saw that your father had stocked the freezer with your favorite ice cream, which you didn’t think he knew. 

-You ended up calling Tony, who already knew he couldn’t physically come to the sanctuary, but he walked you through step by step on how to fix it yourself. He also said that if it failed that you both were more then welcome to join them upstate, but you knew Sam would not be comfortable with that. So you told him, “As tempting as that is, I need this to work.” 

-One morning you woke up in the library chair, the cloak draped over you like a blanket, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you muttered, “Good morning Cloak.” 

-Tony called you daily to hang out, and found that most times you both were privately meeting for coffee or drinks at a local dive bar. However on the nights he would drag you to the bars, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, and a disguised Vision would accompany him. 

-Occasionally Steve would join, but he never stayed long. You and him both knew why, however you never verbalized the reasoning. 

-When he would return Sam would be sitting on the counter in the kitchen, his glass filled with an amber liquid as he mindlessly ate a bowl of popcorn, reruns of Nova playing on the tv in the kitchen. Steve would always shrug off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. Walking over to the fridge, he would open it and take a cold water, before turning towards Sam, “You know, Nova should have you host this episode if they ever decide to remake the Lizard King episode.” 

“Should they?” 

“Yeah, seeing how you always seem to be watching it when I get back from the bar.” 

-There was a silence that overtook the space, and hung there for several minutes before Sam whispered, “How is she?” 

“She seems great, she asked about you.” 

“What did you tell her?” 

“That you were being a hermit, and watching Nova at home.” 

“I’m sure she loved that answer.” He smiled as Steve looked at him, looking past the smile and seeing the heartbreak in his eyes, “Why don’t you just talk…” 

“Because why would she want to talk to me after I was such a dick to her?” 

“Because she loves you.” 

“And she’ll move on.” Sam replied, before hopping from the counter and going to his bedroom, as Steve let out a sigh.

-You always invited your father, stating Wong could watch the Sanctuary for a few hours, however he always declined, wanting you to have fun with your friends. 

-When your father summoned Thor to the Sanctuary, you had no idea, but he wasted no time asking, “So you are Lady [Y/N]’s father?” 

“Yes, tea?” 

-You were upstairs, and heard Thor’s voice booming at the base of the stairs. “We could have just walked!”

-You quickly ran to them, and saw him lift his arm to summon Mjolnir. However instead he was greeted with Your voice, “Thor?”

“Lady [Y/N]!” He boomed as you took the stairs two by two and collided into him, his large arms engulfing you as you raced down the staircase and into his arms, his hug crushing all the bones in your torso as you buried your head in his mess of blonde hair. 

“What are you doing here Thor?”

“Well it seems your father has banished my brother to something called a wormhole, in an effort to protect earth. I am here to find my father and bargain for his retu...”

-That is when he heard the thud on the floor behind him, turning he saw Loki laying on the hardwood, and a blue gateway above him, when he looked back to you, he saw the glow of your hands.

“Ahh you are one of Earth’s mighty wizards as well. Does Sir Wilson know?”

“No, we don’t really talk anymore.” You answered as Loki slowly stood and muttered something about falling for thirty minutes. He then turned to threaten your father, causing your father to promptly say, “Alright, goodbye.” And move the gateway over them

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” You sighed as Strange chuckled, “You will no doubt see them soon enough.”

-That night, your father asked about your time with the Avengers, a topic normally not discussed. You shared everything, including your departure.

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y’all ready for Monsieur Stephen?

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Dancing With The Devil

Summary: Cheers to the happy ending you always wanted Pairing: Sinister!Stephen Strange x fem!Reader Word Count: 2,375 Warnings: Minor spoilers for DSMoM!

A/N: I’ve no idea what this is. Just an idea that came to me out of nowhere but I absolutely love the thought of reader running into the arms of Sinister Strange. Feedback appreciated!

Taglist: NIL

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Everything was going fine. The transportation device was performing at its peak, everything went according to plan. Until it didn’t and it blew a massive hole in the side of your lab. [Name] was thrown against a metal cart, groaning as the world around her spun. Her hand moved to her head, feeling the warmth of blood trickle down the side of her head. A bright light blinded her and she felt something pulling her towards it.

Strewn items and carts flew into the black hole, the scientist included. She screamed, struggling to grip onto the cart as tears pricked her eyes. Her experiment failed. She was going to die. All the things she did in her life, she failed getting the very thing she wanted back. Her Stephen Strange.

[Name] squeezed her eyes tightly, her grip on the cart was loosening. This was it. This was finally goodbye. She let go, the black hole consuming her before disappearing into nothingness.

As the air settled, all that remained of the lab was papers all over the floor with no sign of the scientist.

[Name] smiled, holding Stephen’s hand as he led the way to the lake. His pace slowed and so did she, the Sorcerer tugged her to stand in front of him. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing against [Name]’s lightly. She giggled quietly, a cool hand resting on his cheek.

“I love you too,”

The two shared another kiss, rings glittering under the bright moonlight.

[Name] jolted awake with a loud gasp, a hand moving to her chest. She coughed hard, hunching over. She moved a leg, groaning loud in pain when she did. Sitting up carefully, her leg was under a heavy cart.

“Shit..Shit!” She hissed, pushing the cart away as hard as she could. Her ankle was surely twisted from the impact or worse, broken.

Her eyes scanned the alleyway for any possible items to help her but found none. She groaned, rolling her eyes at her luck. [Name] turned to the cart, realising a part was broken and it was a rod shaped. She grabbed it, yanking it over and over as hard as it could until the metal dislodged from its hinges. Using what’s left of her lab coat, she wrapped the fabric around her leg and the rod, making a makeshift splint.

[Name] carefully stood, grabbing onto the cart to stabilise herself. She looked up, finally taking in the gloom and darkness of the world. A broken building floated over the alley, adding more questions than answers.

“What the hell..,” she trailed off, intrigued by what she just saw.

Pushing the cart out of the alley, she found herself in the middle of a street, with more floating debris and buildings but no sign of people.

That’s when it dawned on her.

This was not her world. This was nothing vibrant like the world she was from.

Although, her world was no longer as vibrant as it used to be.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, jaw slacked. Did her experiment work? Was she finally out of her own world and into a new one? She had expected a..nicer world. She found it odd how there was nobody walking the streets. She began to question if there even were any signs of life.

What better way to find out than to explore.

She remembered the first time she met Stephen. She thought playing hard to get would work on him but it didn’t and ended up falling for him. He was so young back then, as was she. Their love was still in the midst of blooming, like a flower in spring. They dated, had fun, and spent a lot of time together.

But not all happy stories ended happily.

Stephen left for med school and [Name] went elsewhere and they agreed that a long distance relationship wouldn’t work so they broke it off healthily.

It felt like hours and [Name]’s leg was beginning to hurt even more by the hour. Every street, every building looked the same and it was beginning to scare her even more. What if she was accidentally transported to a world where no one existed. That couldn’t be because all the things she has been seeing was evidence that something big happened. Something that probably wiped out all life.

Another failure. This time, one she cannot amend.

Now she had no chance of finding another Stephen for herself.

[Name] stopped, letting go of the cart. She slid down the side of the building, letting out a heavy sigh. Her heart was heavy and so were her eyes. Without realising it, she fell asleep, exhaustion overwhelming her human body.

Almost every night, she dreamt of Stephen and herself and they were all things that never happened between them. It all felt so real and she wanted them to be real. She would do anything to make it real. She would do anything and everything just to be with Stephen again.

Her life was a living hell without him. Her sadness grew to the point she was obsessed with finding ways to find Stephen. When she did, [Name] wasted no time getting to work and making her dream come true. She barely slept, barely ate because all she thought about was Stephen, Stephen, Stephen.

[Name] had to endure countless failures, some causing her injuries that left scars till this day. She had to endure invaders trying to take her work away and she had to live through the pain in her heart over and over again in this waking nightmare.

Everyone knew about [Name] and Stephen but what exactly happened between them?

Here’s the story..

The wedding bells were tolling. It was a day of happiness as [Name] was finally marrying the man she loved. Vows were shared, rings were exchanged and finally, a kiss to seal the deal. Friends, families and heroes cheered for the newly wedded couple and [Name] couldn’t be happier.

Until Thanos and his army arrived.

The heroes, Stephen included, had to fight back and [Name] was left weeping in the arms of Christine while her husband was fighting for his life.

Her sorrow would only grow when Tony and the others returned with such a dark look to their face.

“Where’s Stephen?”

No one answered, some pursed their lips to prevent themselves from telling the truth.

“Where’s Stephen?!” [Name] screamed, her worst fears came to be. Her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, sobbing in her hands as Tony offered a hug.

“I’m sorry, [Name]. I’m sorry..He..He fought well and his sacrifice would not be in vain,” He assured and [Name] refused to listen, gripping his jacket as she wailed into his shoulder.

She wedded her husband and lost her husband on the same day.

[Name] jolted awake, a gust of cold wind blew against her. She shivered, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to at least warm up. With her ankle in a mess and her dressed in just a black turtleneck, [Name] found herself in a more depressing situation than she was when she was back at the lab.

She had two options- To find her lab or to find the Sanctorum. From the street she stood in, with the broken buildings and the lack of signs, it was difficult for the scientist to identify her whereabouts. But she knew where the Sanctorum was, thankfully.

Grabbing the cart, she pushed ahead, in the direction to the Sanctorum..If it was still standing.

Her dreams used to be happy ones, ones she spent with her own Stephen. After his sacrifice,  her dreams of her own Stephen became so rare, it almost pains her to sleep every night.

That was until Stephen returned to her dreams again on one random night. But this Stephen was different. He looked broken, battered and he felt lost. He held darkness and darkness held him. He looked..different compared to her Stephen and he wore the face of the man who lost everything and more. If she even deduced it correctly..

He had a hand outstretched to her, like an open invitation for her to take. [Name] would run and run and run until she reached him. He had her in a tight hug, face buried in her neck in a comforting manner and strong arms secured around her waist. As she pulled away, so did he and she took the time to examine his features. This Stephen had dark eyes, the blues that she fell for were non-existent. The creases of his forehead were deeper and he had a little more wrinkles to the corners of his eyes.

His hair was longer, dishevelled. His goatee was longer too and he wore a big smile on his face. She also noted the fact that his robes were black and not blue as well as the lack of his distinct Cloak that once sits on his shoulders. [Name] found herself smiling too, ignoring the warnings that went off like an alarm in her mind. His hand moved up to cup her cheek, slowly bringing it down to wrap his fingers around her neck. He squeezed gently and she moaned, chewing her bottom lip as she tilted her head back to give him the space he needed.

“Good girl..Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? My [Name],” Stephen whispered, voice husky as he leaned in. His lips latched to her neck, sucking a dark mark to her skin. She shivered, a low moan left her lips. Her hand moved to grip the back of his head instinctively and she felt him smile against her skin.

“I miss this..I miss you, baby. Come find me. You are so close,” Towards the end of his sentence, [Name] no longer felt his warmth and she stood alone in the dark, happiness clouded her form instead of her usual sadness.

Almost every night this version of Stephen would return and each time, he got more and more possessive. There was a new side to him that made her knees weak and he knew it. She remembered seeing the love bite when she woke up, on the exact spot Stephen left her one in her dreams. She didn’t know how it got there but it made it her life's work to find this Stephen. She didn’t care about the cost. All she wanted was happiness and if she had to destroy her world just to find it, she would.

She would do it.

Anything to be with Stephen again.

The mass empty field that was once Greenwich Village was unrecognisable. The ground was littered in nothing but debris and human bones. Swallowing, the darkness grew the closer she got to the Sanctorum, the skies were grey and dull with lightning and floating debris in it.

She looked up to the familiar roof, her stomach churned. Her alarms were ringing even louder now, telling her not to approach the building or even attempt to interact with it. She didn’t listen. She refused to. Because the last time she did, Stephen died.

[Name] brought herself closer to the Sanctorum. She turned to the right, barren land. She turned to the left, also barren land. The once diverse life was no more, these lands left behind the lively stories of those who lived there. Her heart ached seeing the mass grave of bones, knowing they could have been the counterpart of everyday people she interacted with either in stores, or her favourite cafe by the Sanctorum.

She stopped before the door, abandoning her cart. Her hand moved to the knob but the doors creaked open. Inside, revealed what was left of the large room. The stairs led towards the dark clouds with the view of the violent ocean in the background.

‘Odd,’ She thought and ventured further with a limp. The doors slammed shut behind her, frightening the woman a little.

Swallowing, she held onto the handrail, carefully bringing herself up towards the second floor.

Everything looked familiar and she prayed that Stephen was here. She wanted to see him, even if it was for a short bit.

“Stephen?” She called out, biting her lip as she furthered deeper into the room. It was a mess with candelabras of varying sizes, books, and broken furniture. The thing that caught her attention was the grey wormhole looking thing out the wide window. [Name] carefully limped towards the window, wide, curious eyes studying the phenomenon. This was something very new to her and it was..twistedly beautiful.

A gust of wind blew against her. She turned around, eyes scanning the room. Swallowing, she approached the window that overlooked where she came from. Finding it uninteresting, she turned back to the room.

“Stephen?” She called out again, her heart ached as she began to lose all hope in surviving this unknown world.

A gust of wind, this time colder than the one before, sent a sharp, tingling sensation to her skin. Goosebumps covered her skin, backing up once. Hushed whispers filled the room and they were all chanting her name.

[Name] screamed in shock, backing up further. She froze when her back felt warmth.

Hands moved to her hips, a cold nose dug into the crook of her neck. The hair on his chin tickled her skin and she felt relaxed instantly. A hand moved up her abdomen, gently caressing her breasts before stopping on her neck. Teeth grazed her earlobe, a quiet whimper left her lips. His hip pressed against her, feeling every inch of him on her.

She knew exactly who it was.

The man she was seeking out for, the man who appeared in her dreams.

His hand squeezed her neck lightly, tilting it so it would lean onto his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered close as warm lips brushed her ear.

To hell with the universe and its bullshit rules. She had finally found her Stephen Strange.

“Mmm…Stephen,” [Name] moaned, arching her back slightly against his chest.

He chuckled lowly, sweet vibrations sent shockwaves to her core.

“I finally found you, baby. Now, you’re mine. Forever,”

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[too-many-baes]

A Glimpse of Christine

Pairing: fem!reader x Stephen Strange

Warning(s): Angst, break up, comparisons, jealousy

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Day 2 of Non-Stop August! This fic did not end how I intended but about half way through I had a lightbulb, courtesy of the viral song ‘Glimpse of Us.’ Hope you all enjoy!

Silence envelops the room, except for the ever ticking clock that hung on the wall, a constant reminder of time passing while you sat alone. The pot of pasta serving as the tables current centre piece had long stopped giving off steam yet it still smelled just as good as when you'd placed it there hours ago.

You'd already helped yourself to the lukewarm dish 15 minutes ago but had lost your appetite as soon as you'd sat it on your plate. You idly pushed a single round of penne from one side of your plate to the other before standing with a resigned sigh, collecting your full plate and the completely empty one from the other end of the table. Your untouched food landed with a thud into the rubbish bin, your conversation from the morning ringing in your ears as you set about tidying up what remained of your solitary evening.

“Stephen, can we talk?” You spoke nervously from the bed as you sat and watched him tie his tie in the full length mirror.

“Of course my dear.” His eyes briefly met yours in the mirror, a small smile accompanying his reply. You took a deep breath as you steeled yourself to give the speech you’d been practicing for the last week in your head.

“I need you to be home on time tonight. I’m going to make us a nice dinner, and we’re going to talk while we eat.” He turns around to face you, satisfied with how his tie was sitting.

“And what are we going to talk about?”

“About us, Stephen. We need to talk about us.” He opened his mouth to respond in the same nonchalant way that he loved to, but the look on your face had him using his better judgement and closing it before he could utter a word. He gives you a solemn nod, confirmation that your plans were locked in.

Things hadn’t been the same between the two of you recently, not since seeing her. Sure, the honeymoon phase was well and truly over but it couldn’t be a coincidence that Stephen had gone cold after your run in. Something had changed, and you were hoping, praying, that it wasn’t because of her.

“Stephen,” you call out as he was about to leave for the day after he’d given you a quick peck as a goodbye, “6:30. I won’t be reminding you.”

“6:30. I’ll be there.”

You were scrubbing the pasta pot, the leftovers safely in the fridge and the merlot you’d bought three quarters empty, when the jingling of keys in the door signified Stephen’s arrival. At 9:00pm.

He called your name out cheerfully as the signature sounds of his keys going into the bowl on the entryway table and his bag being plonked down on the ground beside it registered in your ears. You didn’t bother with a response, taking a sip of your wine and going harder with your scrubber at a particularly irritating spot.

“Shit,” he says from the threshold of the kitchen, “the dinner. Babe I am so sorry I forgot-” He reaches out to touch your waist and pull you in for a hug but you jerk away from his touch to grab the tea towel from the oven door.

“Really?” You throw the tea towel into the partially dried bowl to face him, bracing your arms against the sink behind you.

“Don’t even start Stephen. It’s 9 o’clock, where have you even been?” The grumble he gives you in response enrages you, making you snatch the open wine bottle from his hand as he was fetching himself a glass. He looks at you with fire in his eyes as he says your name as if it were a curse. “Where have you been?” You repeat, eyes steady and unrelenting as you look into his.

The two of you are very similar, both of you with an unbreakable will, making arguments a stand down. It is Stephen that gives in first, closing his eyes and rubbing his brow with his thumb and forefinger before looking back at you with a much softer expression.

“I was working on my paper and I forgot about dinner. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough Stephen. Not this time.” You leave the kitchen and head into the bedroom, opening drawers and pulling out what few things you had in them and tossing them on the bed. You and Stephen didn’t live together, but you did keep a small selection of your things at his place, as you had been there more often than not as of the last few months.

A humourless chuckle from the door way indicates that he’d followed you but you pay him no mind as you carry on with the task at hand.

“Acting a little rash, aren’t we?” The smug smile on his face feels as though he’d reached into your chest just to close his fist around your heart.

“This isn’t funny Stephen, and it’s not rash. Things have been different with us for weeks now, don’t even try to deny it”, you added once you saw him opening his mouth to interject. It snaps shut, the amused twinkle from his eyes fading when he notices the tears welling in yours. “All I wanted was one dinner. One dinner where we could talk about things-”

“Well lets talk about them now, I’m here now.” He grabs one of your hands in both of his as he sits himself on the edge of the bed while you remain standing. You look at your hand delicately cradled in his before you look back into his eyes.

The man cares about you, you know he does, anyone could see it. But you know that Stephen was hung up on his ex, Christine, and anyone could see that too. The two of you had bumped into her with her new beau a while back, and you could honestly say that was where the trouble had started. Stephen had been distant ever since. Staying later at the office, not keeping you in the loop of his comings and goings, barely holding you in bed the way he had.

And you knew. You knew that the comparisons had started. That when you made him breakfast on a Sunday, it would take him back to the pancakes and bacon he and Christine had shared. When he went to work and sat in his office he’d be picturing her leaning against his desk as they ate and brain stormed what to do on an upcoming surgery. The watch you’d bought him sat barely worn in its case in favour of the engraved piece of his choosing that occupied his wrist always.

The watch you’d known about from the start, but you’d been naïve enough to think that what he and her had didn’t matter, because you and Stephen were different. You were right, of course. You were different. Different in the sense that you were the sequel. The shitty remake that could never live up to the original. The movie adaptation when everybody knows the book is better. The girl he’d be seeking his other love in, because he couldn’t have her.

“You want to talk?” You question, rubbing your eyes with your free hand and composing yourself breath after breath for what you were about to ask. He nods at you hopefully, but whether or not that hope was for fixing what you had or getting this argument over and done with you couldn’t tell. You pull away your hand from his and take a few steps back, knowing he wouldn’t be happy with what you were about to ask.

“If you could have Christine back, would you?” The silence is nerve wracking, and you suddenly long for the waiting at an empty table and a ticking clock. Stephen eventually lets out a scoff, not looking at you as he answers.

“Of course not, I’m with you, and I love you and-”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well she has a boyfriend now anyway, she’s moved on-”

“That’s not what I asked Stephen.”

“It’s just irrelevant-”

“Stephen, just ANSWER THE QUESTION!”

“YES.” There it was. What you knew but hoped to be false. “Yes, I would.” You nodded over and over as you collected your small suitcase from his walk in and gathered your pile of things, shoving them inside wordlessly as the tears finally fell down your face. He said you name, once, twice, then again and again in a whisper as you prepared yourself to leave.

Just as you were about to leave the room he caught you by the elbow. Still seated on the bed he looked up at you with teary eyes that made you want to hold the brilliant doctor you’d grown to love. You stayed strong, looking down at him through your own tears and waiting.

“Please don’t go.” You crouched down in front of him, your hands resting on top of his knees as his hands cupped your cheeks. “Please don’t go.”

“I have to.” You utter, allowing yourself a pained smile as your hands cover his, fingers curling around the edges. “I love you Stephen, but I can’t stay. Not now.”

You lean up to plant what you promised yourself would be the last kiss you would ever give him. It was wet and raw and it broke your heart when you had to pull away and finally pry his hands off of your face. You stood and grabbed your suitcase as Stephen held his head in his hands.

You ventured into the lounge and pulled open the front apartment door, his voice stopping you just before you left.

“I love you.” Your tears fell again and you had to force yourself not to turn around and look at the broken man you were leaving behind, knowing you’d falter and stay.

“I know,” you threw over your shoulder, uttering your last words before you shut the door behind you, “but not like her.”

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[marvel-snape-writes]

I just think the image of surgeon era Stephen and Christine fooling around in his office in the early days is hot… so then this random bit of writing was born 😶

I Hope It’s a Kiss

Stephen Strange’s head was still engrossed in the patient files on his computer screen when his office door opened, immediately knowing who it was from the footsteps that earned him a Cheshire Cat grin.

“I’ve got something for you.” Christine spoke from the door way.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen raised a brow, the smile still on his face as he made a couple more clicks on the mouse of his computer, “I hope it’s a kiss.”

“It might involve something like that.” Christine giggled, walking closer to him.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Stephen finally lifted his head in her direction, pushing his chair out from under the desk and patting one of his thighs.

“Oh, typical,” She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and accepting his offer of sitting on one of his thighs, “Always making me come to you.”

“Darlin’, making you cum is one of my favourite things to do.” Stephen flashed her a sweet grin, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her balance.

“Regardless of where we are, it would seem, judging from how we spent Friday night…” Christine mumbled, feeling her cheeks growing slightly pink.

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Stephen nodded, “Even if you wake up alone in your bed the next morning, you can always tell judging from where on the scale from one to ten we need to get you referred to Dr Barnes the chiropractor whether you spent the night before with me…” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the deep shade of red that her cheeks now were as he gazed up at her, “Now, what have you got for me, hm?”

“The mutual patient of ours that has recently been put on the fast track list for his surgery, I have his scan results.” She held them up, smiling softly.

“You could have easily asked one of the office staff to have them scanned onto his records instead of delivering them to me in person.” Stephen shrugged, glancing down at them.

“Oh, so that is the ‘thanks’ I get?” She rolled her eyes, placing the file down on the desk.

“Well, what kind of ‘thanks’ were you looking for, Doctor Palmer?” Stephen arched a brow, trying not to smirk as one of his hands found itself on her thigh.

“Something a little more worth my time.” Christine dared herself to say.

“I’ll show you something a little more worth your time over this goddamn desk if you keep that attitude.” Stephen’s voice lowered.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Christine arched a brow, biting her lip as their eyes met.

“Whatever will get me off the fastest.” Stephen shrugged, trying not to let on how much Christine acting like this turned him on.

“I don’t think you’d have the stamina for us to give it a go twice…” She shrugged, tracing her index finger along his jawline, glancing down at his lips, “So, it wouldn’t be a very fair answer.”

“Again, I don’t recall me asking you to show up at my office and give me attitude.” Stephen squinted his eyes, “But I would forgive it for that kiss.”

Christine placed her hand against his cheek and pressed their lips together, her eyes briefly closing for a few moments.

“That will be all, Miss Palmer.” Stephen spoke as they both pulled back in unison.

“Oh, will it?” Christine arched a brow, remaining against his thigh, “Because from what I remember it was me who came to you, how do you know if I'm finished?”

“You always cum for me, sweetheart.” Stephen shrugged, “But so does everyone else…”

“Everyone else?” Christine placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, they’re only human.” Stephen flashed her that irritatingly arrogant side smirk.

“So, when you call me…” One of Christine’s hands trailed down the top half of his scrubs, “And you're playing with yourself…” Her hand made its way to the crotch of his scrubs as it dipped between them, Stephen automatically parting his legs a little more automatically for an undenied invitation, “And you tell me I’m the only one who can get you off…” Her fingers gently enveloped around his cock from over his scrubs, massaging her palm against it gently as her lips grazed his ear.

“Mm…” Stephen allowed a soft noise to pass through his lips before trying to gather himself together enough to speak, “Sweetheart, I just know that by the click of a finger you’d be on your knees for me.” He bit his lip as he paused for a moment, “What does it matter if I lie to you?”

“Did I just come in here for you to offload the truth to me, Strange?” Christine arched a brow, keeping her hand flat against his length that was now making itself slightly more known against one of his thighs.

“Oh, I’d offload something onto you, given half the chance…” Stephen spoke in a low tone, gazing up at her as he stole a kiss from her lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Christine licked her lips slowly once he pulled back, now working her fingertips back and forth along the entirety of his hardening cock and earning a soft moan from him in return, “And what might that be?”

“Would you like me to show you?” Stephen asked before his mouth fell open once more as he let out a small grunt from the delicate way she was handling him from over his scrubs, “I’m not sure you could handle it right here. I’m not so sure the desk could, either, come to think of it…”

“Maybe it’s a flaw in me, Doctor Strange,” Christine bit her lip, pressing her thumb directly over the increasingly dampening tip of his cock from over the material and glancing down at the darker patch upon his scrubs from where his precum has leaked through his boxers and into them, smirking when she heard the hiss he made through clenched teeth, “But, honestly… I’d let you do your worst.”

“Mm, fuck it…” Stephen growled, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off his lap and onto his desk at the side of his computer, immediately grasping at her scrubs as their lips smacked together.

“If you’re such a good Doctor, how about you run me some tests about how I always have this unsatisfied craving of wanting you to do me no good, Stephen Strange…” Christine grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers immediately darted into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Shut the fuck up and I’ll show you the very meaning of being satisfied.” Stephen practically panted out his words from how turned on he was, even losing his breath at how keen Christine was in helping him practically tear her scrubs bottoms off and barely even waiting a moment before doing the same with her underwear.

“Mm, you really mean right here?” Christine grinned, glancing down between between them as Stephen fumbled with the waistband of his scrubs before grasping onto her thighs firmly and pulling her closer to him on the edge of the desk.

“Does that fit into your schedule this afternoon, Doctor Palmer?” He asked against her lips, one hand against her thigh and the other loosely jerking up and down his length in anticipation as he lined himself up with her perfectly.

“I think I can shift a few things around just for you…” Christine smirked as she hooked her legs around his hips, gazing up into his eyes, “But we sure aren’t going to heaven any time soon if we go through with it in your office… with the door unlocked…”

Both of their hearts were thudding in unison with a mixture of arousal and the thrill of getting caught. Christine gazed up at him and almost lost her breath from the dark, lustful expression she was met with gazing back at her. She knew he was going to be trouble from the moment she met him — he just had one of those faces that said, “I was made to break your heart”. And she would let him. At any given moment, any given opportunity, she would just let him. Especially after the words that fell out of his mouth in response;

“When did I ever say I was a Saint?”

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