#strange supeme x reader

[ambermation]

Hey! Could I request a yandere!strange supreme with a powerful sorcerer s/o?

Hello!!! I wasn't sure if you wanted headcanons or a one shot, so I went with a oneshot!

A/N: After spending all this time writing I'm just now realizing that you might've wanted them already in a relationship and not Stephen kidnapping the S/O where the S/O doesn't like him at first. Welp the other post will be headcanons of Yandere!Strange Supreme x Powerful Sorcerer S/O but they're already in a relationship.

I hope you still like this version :)

The Weak Link

Yandere!Strange Supreme x Powerful Sorcerer S/O!

Word Count: 2477

For as long as you can remember, you've had a natural gift for magic. That was to be expected from you. If you didn't, then, well, your family would consider you to be quite the disappointment. The most embarrassing family member to ever exist. Luckily, you not only understood magic, but you excelled at it. Every single spell, every potion, every single artifact given to you, you mastered.

By your eighteenth birthday, you didn't even have to try to perform a spell. It was as natural as breathing was to you. Over the years, you started creating your own spells and rituals. It was,of course, the next step for a sorcerer as powerful as you. 

You were the Y/N L/N, the most powerful sorcerer in the whole universe. Nothing could stop you, no matter how hard they tried. With just a flick of your fingers you enemies were destroyed. Nothing made you happier than that. 

*

Dr. Stephen Strange first became aware of your existence while he was searching for more power to absorb. He realized shortly after absorbing the power from those tentacles that he could become more powerful if he absorbed beings from other universes. Thus began his long multiversal journey. Universe after universe, he defeated the most powerful beings he could come across. 

This finally led him to your universe.

However, when Stephen saw you for the first time, he realized that he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. No matter the amount of power he could possibly gain from it, he just couldn’t. Instead Stephen spent his time lurking in the shadows in your world, always near you but far enough to where you wouldn’t notice. As he watched you, he learned everything he could about you. What spells you cast, what kind of magic you used, and just how powerful you were. Christine was a thing of the past now.

But Stephen also learned the kind of person you were. Little habits you had that nobody (in his mind) did. The way you bit your lip in concentration, particularly when you were performing a spell that required more focus from you. The fact that you always sniffed the bottled beverage you opened before drinking it. The way you bite your fingers as you read a nice book. How you ran your fingers through your hair throughout the day. All these little things just made you more fascinating to him. 

So fascinating, in fact, that he couldn’t help but take a few things from you. Why not? Once the two of you got together, you were gonna get them back anyways, so no harm, no foul. The only time he would return something is something that you kept looking for, or something he knew you had to have back soon. Still, he enjoyed every moment he had with your stuff. 

And for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. As time went on and his affections for you grew, he slowly started caring less and less as to why he was so drawn to you. He simply started embracing these feelings for you. Whether it was because of the power you had or just you, or the combination of the two, Stephen didn’t know. All he knew was that he loved you. And you would love him, once he revealed himself to you. 

*

Either all the power was going to your head, or you were becoming more and more disorganized over the course of a few months. Your books, papers, artifacts, and even some of your clothes were disappearing and reappearing constantly. For example, last week you swore you put your robes on the extra chair in your study before leaving to get a snack. But when you returned, your robes were gone. You searched up and down your entire side of the sanctuary you lived in, and there was no sign of the missing garments. Then, just last night they suddenly turned up in the spot you left them in. 

Most of your family says it’s you slipping. In order to prove them wrong, you tried to keep careful track of all your belongings. Yet every time you think you’ve moved past this weird state, you end up losing or misplacing your stuff. Something as stupid as this was driving you crazy. Sure you could conjure up replacements for these items, but you wanted to keep the original object. 

Sometimes you would replace them (you often found the original shortly afterward, much to your family’s annoyance and your chagrin), but most of the time you would find them later. Your reputation as the most powerful in the family was slipping. There needs to be a way to fix this. You couldn’t become a failure. 

With thoughts of defeat plaguing you, you traveled to the one other place where you could still learn some magic: The Crystalarium Observatory. An exclusive wizards club, where only the elite know of its existence. To get there takes you a long and complex process, but it’s worth it to seek its knowledge once more. It was worth it to avoid being a nuisance. You bid your family a temporary fare-well before taking your bag and leaving. As you were leaving you felt as though something was lingering nearby. But wherever you looked you found nothing. Maybe your family was right. You are slipping. 

(But were you really? Not only were your items disappearing, but some people were disappearing as well. Except those people didn’t return. All very good acquaintances/friends of the family, and even a few distant relatives. Everybody dismissed their leave as them being weak. Maybe it had to do with your items?)

All the more reason to reach the Crystalarium Observatory sooner. 

You left on the longest train you could. On the ride you practiced your magic, including putting everyone else in your cart asleep. It’s not that people couldn’t know about you, you just preferred if they didn’t know about you. You’d rather not be known to anyone. It’d just make life more annoying than it needs to be. As you practiced, you could’ve sworn you saw someone staring right at you in the reflection of a few of the spells. But everybody else around you was asleep. You needed to just focus on your magic. You needed to be at peak performance in order to open the entrance to the observatory. 

While practicing the feeling of being watched increased, making you slightly uneasy. But you ignored it. It was your mind playing tricks on you. A few hours had passed. You were just getting tired. “A little nap wouldn’t hurt. It would give me more energy.” With that thought, you closed your eyes, hoping for sleep to come soon. 

Some time after you had fallen asleep you slowly noticed a light pressure continuously moving up and down your arms. At first it was soothing since it was an action one would do to pacify someone. But your mind finally snapped awake upon realizing an important detail: You weren’t with anyone you were close to. You jolt awake. Looking around you see that the other passengers from before were gone. And there was nobody around you. 

“Okay, there’s no way I imagined that. It was too realistic for my mind to have made it up.” You conjured up a weapon to fight with and muttered a protection spell. Something has been messing with you for these past few months, not your mind. It had to be a magical being like you. 

“Why don’t you show yourself?” You declare in the empty cart. At first, nothing happened. You almost lose your nerve when the golden shimmer of magic sparkles a few feet down the way. The sparks grew and grew until they formed a giant open circle; a portal. And out stepped a tall, slender man dressed in dark robes. A sorcerer. He was remarkably pale with black hair that faded into white along his temples. 

He lifted his head, revealing a pair of striking sky blue eyes, surrounded by heavy eye bags. When they fell on you, they shifted from a stern gaze into the softest look you’ve ever seen, let alone directed at you. 

“Hello, my darling,” he said. His voice was low and gravelly. Like a low rumble of thunder. He stared at you as if you were the most precious thing alive. You raised your weapon in warning. The sorcerer smirked. “There’s no need for that, dear. You have nothing to be afraid of.” You narrow your eyes, raising the weapon slightly higher. If only it would be enough to ward him away. 

Luck was not on your side. You could feel the power flowing through him. It was immense, mysterious, elegant. Yet also deadly. The kind of power you were raised to fear and fight against. 

He stepped toward you. “I know you haven’t met me until now, but I’ve known you for a while. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” He sighed happily, “But I’m glad I waited, There’s no one to bother us here, darling,” His eyes twinkled, his mouth curled upwards for a delighted countenance. 

“And there’s no one to hear your screams of mercy,” you declare before casting a forceful spell. It was meant to send the sorcerer flying. He didn’t even lose his footing. You reinforced your weapon with magic before charging at him. Everytime you moved to strike him, he deflected it as easily as swatting a fly. You had seen some of his magic before, but there were many other spells he used that weren’t like any you had seen before. How could he know all these different forms of magic and still be alive? 

Realizing that being in an enclosed space won’t help, you force open a window before flying out of it. You turn around and cast a containment spell. Normally the spell would be quite demanding, but you had mastered it back when you were twelve. It was easy as a basic protection spell. 

“That guy is deranged,” you say to yourself. “And unfortunately for me, he’s as powerful as I am.” You huff, flying in the direction of the Crystalarium Observatory. You pondered over his words with pursed lips. He called you two pet names. Did he really think that the two of you should be together? The only thing to make you consider being with him was his power. But beyond that? What else was there? A basket case? No thank you! All the power in the world is tempting, but with a mind like his, it’s not worth it. You needed the Crystalarium Observatory to help defend yourself against that sorcerer.

*

Some time after that encounter you were within reach of the observatory. Nobody was nearby. In most cases this wouldn’t faze you. You didn’t have to worry about being attacked; you were able to destroy them as the thought crossed the hapless fool’s mind. But in this particular situation you couldn’t detect when an attack was coming from that sorcerer, so it would be best to be vigilant. 

As you walked, footsteps as silent as a grave, you looked around. The outside of  the observatory was just as you remember it. Large, tall, beautiful green oak trees lined several different paths, with many flower bushes spread throughout. There were willow trees spread throughout the area in between the many paths. A sweet but subtle earthy scent permeated the air as butterflies, fireflies, and birds flew about. It seemed like the perfect place to relax. However, experience, as well as other magic users, have taught you that the paths, also lined with softly glowing lights, that you walk on change constantly. So you might think you’re following a certain path only to find you back at where you started. Sometimes the paths led to dead ends. Sometimes they led to other people. 

You take out a few items you brought along. A small ritual is needed in order for the paths to create the one leading to the observatory. You arrange a bundle of white sage, a sprig of lavender, a crystal, and a bit of rosemary in a circle. After that you cast a fire spell, with one of your fingers acting as a lighter, and set everything ablaze, one by one. As soon as everything was burning you crossed your arms. You whispered the incantation once, then twice, and then a third time. You could feel your environment changing even with your eyes closed. The familiarity slightly soothes you. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, the sorcerer from before concerns you. If you couldn’t even detect him for months, then how could you fight him? The only reason you knew of him was because he kept stealing or rearranging your belongings. And he made some people disappear. 

Your brief moment of tranquility was interrupted when a cold, clammy arm snaked its way around your waist. Your instincts took over. An offensive spell was cast while your limbs flailed. The arm let go of you and you fell with a soft thud. Upon turning around you saw the sorcerer. Only this time his arm was a… tentacle? Slowly shrinking back into himself, the tentacle turned back to normal. “That wasn’t very nice now, my love. You shouldn’t attack your boyfriend like that.” He got closer to you. You conjured up some shields. “Stay away. And don’t call me any pet names anymore, or you’re gonna regret ever messing with me,” you spat viciously. His sky blue eyes flickered with hurt before returning to a loving look. 

“You’re making things harder than they should be, dear.” His expression shifted into that of a knowing look, though you weren’t sure why. You decided to try thinking of your best spells to use against him. 

He, however, simply lifted his arms, crossed them, and arranged his fingers precisely before muttering under his breath.

You still looked at him like he was the scum of the Earth when you felt your limbs lose their feeling. You dropped your weapon. Unwillingly, you fell to the ground. With your now limited view you saw the feet of the sorcerer. He knelt down with a smug, victorious smirk. “I know it must hurt to lose like this, but frankly it’s better for the both of us if you aren’t constantly attacking me. Fortunately you’ll realize soon enough that you don’t need to, or even want to, fight me.”

He picks you up bridal style. His eyes, which were just a moment before full of pride, had gone soft and loving. He gently brushed some hair out of your face, As he did he gave a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, my darling. And we’ll be so happy together.”

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