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thornsinmycrown · 3 months

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STAY SOFT

DARK!DOCTOR STRANGE x AFAB!READER

warning(s): [ MDNI +18 ] no use of y/n, afab!reader, use of petnames (hon/honey) eventual smut, 18+ dark content, yandere dynamics, minors do not interact. word count: 2.9k

summary: years have been passing by, years where nothing seemed to be fortunate for Doctor Stephen Strange on his quest for greatness that until one day he realizes the key of happiness was always presented in front of him, you.

CHAPTER ONE.

You were accompanying each other through the corridor, both doctors heading to their interview. The cameras were ready to capture your smiles as you talked about the miraculously successful procedure, with the new technique that the neurosurgeon had co-created in conjunction with you, the recently transferred back doctor on duty, after, saving the life of one of your patients.

"Ready for the interview, hon?" asked the neurosurgeon, visibly excited.

"It depends," you answered with your iced coffee in hand, "what exactly are we talking about?" you questioned, remembering one of many professional conversations where you had been slowly silenced by Stephen's eccentricities.

"Well, we're talking about the patient," he assured you with a relaxed smile, "how I intervened…"

"We intervened," you corrected, mid-sip without even being bothered. From a man like Strange you could expect anything.

"Of course, that's what I meant," he brushed it off, "we're a great team."

You raised an eyebrow with a half smile hiding behind your coffee so, you wouldn't laugh outright in Stephen's face with your bitter sarcasm.

"Oh, really?".

But, sometimes, you just couldn't help it.

"Yeah. I am the best neurosurgeon in the world, you are the best psychiatrist, we complement each other perfectly, don't you think?" he flirted. Again.

Ever since you had met Stephen Strange, you realized that his world revolved around three things: he, himself and him. Since Stephen Strange had met you, his world began to revolve around four things: He, himself, him and you.

"It's true, we know so much about each other," you completed, a subtle sarcastic tone that passed for friendly, drawing a goofy smile from the doctor. "Truth or Dare?" You decided to play around a bit before the interview.

"I love a challenge," Stephen bragged, winking at you playfully. You looked to the front and rolled her eyes before saying the dare.

"I dare you to tell me what my master's degree is," you said, placing yourself in the corner of the sofa by the door as an old habit in your office.

Stephen stopped short, adjusting his cell phone on the coffee table's surface, he really didn't expect that to be the dare, but he knew he wasn't going to win, pretending not to understand was not an option since he wasn't stupid: he could feel your petty aura, who, in a desperate attempt for him to leave you alone, agreed to listen to his cynicism.

"Of course I know, it's…something that starts with 'gers'?" His tone revealed the lack of attention he gave to his partner, the same one that soon narrowed her eyes in an almost accusatory way.

"Amazing that with your eidetic memory, you can't recall a single title easily in casual chat," you accused, taking a last sip from your coffee canister before setting it down on the small table across them.

The office was full of cables and high lights in the background that gave the place an overly saturated aspect, for Stephen it was like rediscovering that his natural habitat could be even more glamorous, cornered by a camera and reporters waiting to write down his every word, as if the truths off the universe came out of his lips, the sensation of having been born for it raised his ego to Olympus.

For you, however, it was as if you had been paid to swallow hot lava so you took another sip of your icy drink, you knew you wasn't tiny compared to anyone, but to talk about your work the way the neurosurgeon does and with the intention in which he pronounced each word of honor, it caused your belly to roll over. You only hoped that Stephen would not believe himself the Hand of God or say something out of place on camera that could later cause his own declive; Although knowing him, he would find his way out to be free of problems in the end.

"I don't give much importance to titles," he chuckled lightly, feigning a humility that on rare occasions he denoted in certain spaces, something that made her correspond with a lopsided smile.

"It's not what you told your assistant yesterday when he called you 'Steve' and not 'doctor,'" you remarked, knowing that he would ignore your title if it represented a risk to his own.

He looked around to check who was listening to the conversation, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of causing a misconception of his usually prefabricated charming and talented persona, adverse to the generally apathic and arrogant self he usually ought to be on his quotidian agenda.

No one was paying them the attention he believed they deserved, although now it was a fortune to their insignificant argument.

"Well, 'Steve' is for family, my assistant is my employee", he lied, he dismissed the topic lowly, whoever heard him would see it was somewhat normal, a simple correction. But you didn't.

You saw that gleam in his eyes, you didn't know what it was or how to call it, yet there it was somehow making you shiver, too detatched to be simple wording, too straight to mean further relevance. He was displeased, you always noticed, at your inconvenient comments related to whatever he did or say — and he did like it too.

Perhaps that's why he was so fond of you and as much as you were an obnoxious partner to work with at times, you were never unwanted for him. Women kneel voluntarily just to have a touch of, at the very least, the hem of his leather belt, batting bambi eyelashes and leaving purposeful red lipstick stains in the collar of his shirts; When somebody says "yes" so many times, one can easily be draw to the person that dares to say no.

"Got it!", you crossed your legs in the small sofa, humming lowly and by the time Stephen's ears peered this sound, you were already on your machiavelic deed, "Steve's ready for the interview and so am I, where's 'hair and make-up' by the way? He kinda needs it".

And everyone laughed. A harmless laugh that Stephen had to mimic while he glared at you with disapproving eyes. Very few things really made him angry: traffic, calls from operators to change phone lines, incompetent people assisting him in the operating room, or being assigned patients with less serious problems than the ones that led him to the interview he was about to give, but his name was the top of the list.

It fragmented his ego, name badges and business cards elegantly decorated with off-white backgrounds, spent thousands of dollars so that his name always appeared in full never misspelled capital letters, now reduced by you to a bland nickname for any average white American man who eats hot dogs at every sunday baseball game in which his son stays on the bench, he was not the avarage man and he knew it — or at least had an idea of it.

He could never dispise you, how to dispise you? He just wished that for once you could see how great of a man he could actually be if you gave him that chance, but any advance you had dismissed with fervour. And now here he was, laughing with you, pretending he liked your jokes and wasn't pissed just to attract you, to appear as a likeable man and maybe, others saw that too.

They probably believed you made the eccentric and artificial Doctor Strange a more humane being in the end, that your friendship gave him the piece of humble cake he needed, a mere mistake. You had the vision of a therapist and, like a detective, could sense all the cowebs of his tricks, the amateur process of a conquest poorly planned.

The interview went on anyhow, some laughs and comments about procedures that seemed to falsely fascinate the interviewer who batted her eyelashes as if she was mopping the air, Stephen using terms and long words he made sure no one would understand to impress the viewers and you, spreading awareness of regular check-ups. Everything was marching good until the interviewer saw something between you two, something she knew would definitely sell the story further.

"It must have been very easy for you to work together," unsuspected for you where the conversation was going, your smile still looked genuine for the crimson mischievous grin who was in front of you "how long have you been working together?" to you it seemed a normal, common co-workers question.

"I guess... Since always?" You shrugged, trying to evoke in your mind since when did you considered working with him a logical idea, and you looked for Stephen's eyes subconsciously.

"I can't really remember" he scratched the back of his head, smoothing out his hair to not ruin his perfect hairstyle and what it appeared to be a sheepish smile slowly formed on his lips, "we met many years ago, though she looks like no day has passed" he complimented you, and you silently nodded in thankfulness.

He gave you a plain smile, he was used to you not complimenting him back, so it didn't felt awkward, he always expected it, thinking of himself of a poor hopeless romantic every time, like a puppy waiting for his owner to pull the leash, it almost seemed to be as if you were hiding something.

The perfect excuse for a reporter hungry for gossip.

"You look like you're very close indeed", she casually threw, "what is your relationship like outside of work?", by this point, you should have started to guess this wasn't going to be concerning to work anymore.

To be honest, you were excited too, as much as you wanted to be skeptical and keep yourself grounded or tell the doctor beside you not to get too comfy at the idea of being a celebrity, you were going to be on T.V; Everyone would know you were part of the creation of a procedure capable of giving anyone the chance to retrieve their motor skills to a level where they could have a normal life again. It consumed you to a degree you didn't fathom until now.

"I think we have a good connection outside work, he's open to share ideas, he adapts to situations and also has a great talent", by the way he was smiling back at you, you could say he was enjoying the praise rain, not often between the two of you on your end specifically, "one of the best on his field".

"If not, the best" he quickly interrupted, a light laugh erupting from his lips. "If you allow me saying," and Stephen would never miss a chance to publicly show you he was your number one fanatic, "she's fantastic to work with, she brings details and perspectives in a very unique way, as much as I would like to admit it, there are things I can't quite grasp without her" he laughed again, more loosely even, charming and attentive to his co-worker's reactions.

"Would you describe it as intimate, then?" It was intentional, the innuendo on her words was clear, and it was just rising.

"Sorry, what?", you scratched your ear gently, your brows narrowed significantly and you hoped you had mistaken the clear double intention behind her words.

"Yes! Your relationship" she promptly casted the mood to put a name to what you had — wrong names.

» "At first glance, one could say you are very close to each other. You compliment yourselves fine" her gaze was serious, she wasn't teasing to spite, she was doing it to sell a love story.

And it didn't place into your mind of how good could it be to have a column on one of those shallow magazines, where they share tips to style their old skinny jeans better or lose weight with five easy steps, on how two professionally accomplished doctors saved the world with their brains and their love.

"Well, if we look like we are close to each other, it's because we are" Stephen, not so oblivious to the route of the conversation, couldn't let himself waste time "I mean, we spend most of our days together" he shrugged, acting as natural as possible.

"Because of work" you ended quickly.

Due to the way the interviewer arched a brow, you could notice she wasn't happy with the way words were being phrased, and she had to dig in more dominantly.

"Sure, but, you know—" she licked her lips.

"Know what?" you didn't exactly spat back, that wasn't how the usual confrontation went with you.

You were always on the rational side of things, the one that decides if it's worth it to continue an argument or not, between blacks and whites you always tried to be the gray.

"Two young attractive people spending so many hours together, and you seem to hold a lot of chemistry" your smile slowly faded into a thin line, that was the moment Stephen knew something was wrong, "how would you describe your relationship?"

Despite his usual playful self, he decided to step on and set the boundaries you always spoke about, because he would never do something to displease you, specially not if you saw so directly what his intentions could be, he had to be smart and play crosswords with his speech.

He gave you a side eye to check on you, you shared a brief glance and that was all he needed to attempt to better things up for you without loosing style.

"We're more of a partnership than anything," he admitted this time with more sincerity as he noticed your displeased reaction, he would never do you mad in a way that could make himself look bad in front of anyone, " I do, and say with the utmost respect, that I consider her an equal in what our fields concern" he really tried to make it better.

"That means you've never blurred those professional lines before?" it was the quizzical brow, the stupid smirk, everything seemed to be set up to make your brains bolt.

You sighed deeply, your right hand rubbing your forehead with your eyes closed, you scratched one of your brows with your thumb and before you could open your mouth, he was answering again.

"If we put it like that", you gave him a side eye, "we have", and now you were fully looking at him with wide eyes trying to decipher what was he up to.

"Let me clarify this to you ma'am" you held your finger up, "Doctor Stephen Strange and I are not involved in any kind of paraprofessional relationship nor will be", you anxiously replied to his words before he screwed up the interview completely.

Now he gave you a dirty look. Your words were respectful, it was your tone though, the disgusted facial expression you did that made him want to ask everyone in the room to leave and spank you.

"Except we're very good friends" he clarified as well, the journalist looked at you both with curiosity, "we studied together, we work together, she knows all my ex-girlfriends, we are friends. If what you want to know is if we ever had sex the answer is no".

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment filling your lungs as you held your breath. You would have loved to say it in a more subtle way, however with Stephen there wasn't any subtlety. You nodded and licked your now dry lips, his tone had been almost severe, determinant enough to put the interviewer and the cameraman uncomfortable to not do more spicy question again.

Your sixth sense warned you of his eyes on you, burning holes in your skin hoping to see through you the same way you did he. And the next times he searched for your eyes between questions as the interview went on, he would look at you tenderly, enamoured even, to purposefully set the seed of doubt on people if the no-sex part was cut from the final material. He wouldn't leave it at that, you wouldn't be the one that got away.

For as long as he had to wait.

author's note: after some months into hiatus, i've decided to put this blog in good use and post some drafts I had. This is planned to be a short series so, if it's well recieved, I'll keep updating parts.

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space-mermaid-writing · 9 months

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Doctor Strange Supreme

Where does the cloak end and the tentacles begin? Nobody knows.

spiky tentacles >>>> regular tentacles

(he reminds me of a spiky succulent plant)

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE STEPHEN STRANGE HEADCANONS

You most likely must have met him through his time of him being a surgeon or a doctor, or you must've been some hero like him to catch his attention and make him notice you. Now, Stephen is someone who doesn't get impressed too easily but somehow you managed to impress him and for that, congratulations :) You now have a yandere wizard or sorcerer at the back of you

Heck, you might even be a random person just minding your own business and he feels intrigued by how unfazed and calm you appear. Now, when it comes to him getting obsessed with you, he's gonna be getting completely cocky since he's pretty sure his actions are subtle and you wouldn't possibly find out. He'll start trying his best to impress you either with his magic or his car, watches or even making balloon animals for you lol

You might be able to avoid him not for long since this man here can create portals and everything like a modern day Kurogiri, unless you work in the medical field like him. He'll literally make sure you stay WITH him where he can keep an eye on you and watch your graceful movements like a hawk

He can be really sneaky when it comes to stalking you. You won't even know he's stalking you at some point since he's damn good at hiding and lying low when stalking you

As a yandere, I have a feeling he might be possessive, obsessive and maybe a little bit.... manipulative too since he's also kinda good at sweet talk I think

Doctor Strange here really loves and admires your upbeat personality and the fact that you're sarcastic like him makes his heart beat even more for you. He'll listen to you sing and applaud you, telling you how wonderful and melodious your voice is. He thinks you sing like an angel but he doesn't like it when you show affection to undeserving morons that don't even deserve to LOOK at your direction. He'll get jealous if you hang out with Tony too often since you both are buddies and pals and so, he'll do his best to drag you away from him and try showing you some cool trick that'll end up leaving you impressed with it and him being proud and smug AF while he smirks. Cocky prick....

He'll kidnap you when he feels like you're either in danger or he just needs to have you with him, that's it PERIODT. He would have stalked you for something like 6 months to more and everything about you. He'll know and understand you'll be scared and confused and angry and you have to hand it to the man here, he has a lot of patience. But if you piss him off, you're wandering into dangerous territory. Does he feel bad for what he's done? Not even a little bit

If you try fighting him, he'll think it's amusing and not to mention adorable that you think you actually have a CHANCE of beating him and escaping him. He'll do his best to make you happy and will create and give you things with his magic. That's a pro of being in a relationship with a wizard lol. The worst way he could punish you is locking you in a room with his magic preventing you from escaping. He just wants you to love him and yes, he DOES intend having a family with you as well. Maybe 3-4 little ones running around. You best pray this man doesn't get jealous since if he does, he'll send many death glares to that person and after that, he's gonna torture them in the most brutal way possible with his magic. And he'll find out whatever you're planning since he's a sorcerer of course. Little things he likes doing with you are cuddling with you and talking about things you like. He shares the same interest in astrology as you and loves hearing you talk about it, and the way your eyes shine with interest. He'd feel like the worst person on the planet when he sees you crying and he'll do his best to comfort you, he knows it's tough but you can face the challenges together as a couple, he'll help you and be there for you no matter what

Even death won't be able to separate the 2 of you since he'll just find a way to bring you back to life. So, that 'Till death do us'' part won't apply. He might act like one hell of a god damn Tsundere once in a while but secretly, he's a complete sucker for your affection

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Please Remember

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Stephen Strange X f!Reader X Yandere/Dark! Loki

Summary: Stephen casts a spell to save the universe but no one remembers you. You two made a promise to each other but Stephen breaks your heart so much. Your whole life changes that day.

Warnings: Angst, yandere, dark, hurt reader, broken bones, bleeding, kidnapped reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy, manipulation, making changes in mind, lying, obsession, possession, fight

Stephen's spell fixed everything, but there was just one problem. He didn't remember you like the rest of the world. As if you had disappeared from this world. You blamed yourself for your mistakes, but you did what you thought was right. Although it came with great costs.

He refused to cast the spell and said he wanted to remember the love of his life. He said he couldn't live without you, he couldn't imagine a life where he would forget you. But you put your hands on his cheeks and said he had no other choice. He told you to come back to him no matter what, and you promised. "I will find you and I will not leave you alone until you remember me."

He told you how much he loved you before he cast the spell. Tears washed his cheeks as he looked at you one last time. Now you were here. You run to find Stephen and your heart beat like crazy. When you got to The Sanctum Sanctorum, you stopped and pressed your trembling hands to your chest before knocking on the door. "Please remember me."

The moment you reached out to knock, it opened by itself. You walked in slowly and looked around. It was dark and quiet. You stood where you were and waited for him to appear. "Hello?" You stood there for about five minutes. Why wasn't he saying anything, not showing himself? There was no chance of the doors being accidentally opened. "Doctor Stephen Strange?" Your voice was sad and your fear was reflected.

"Who is it?" His deep voice echoed around. You couldn't understand which direction it came from.

"I... would you believe me if I told you?" Tears gathered in your eyes and your voice trembled. He could tell you were about to cry.

He waited a moment before answering. His voice was less menacing this time. "Let's see."

You never thought it would be so hard to say your name. Never in your life had your throat been choked and frightened by saying your name. You were afraid of his answer. "Does this name mean anything to you?" Your voice was trembling so much. Tears were running down your cheeks.

"No. Who are you?" His certain answer and emotionless tone broke your heart. You tried so hard not to burst into sobs. It's normal that he doesn't remember, it's normal... Remind him of yourself. That's what you're here for.

You took a deep breath and tried not to cry. "I..., I'm..." Why was it so hard to tell you were his girlfriend? How much he loved you, how much he promised to never leave you, that he wants to marry you... You wanted to tell him everything so he could remember his great love for you.

"Listen, I have higher duties."

"No, no, no, please. Please remember me." You brusted into sobs. "I was your girlfriend but I screwed everything up. You cast a spell to save the universes and now no one remembers me. I'm erased from the world but I don't care because all I want is you. I promised you, I wouldn't leave you alone until you remember me. Please Stephen, you promised me you'd remember me."

Doors opened instantly. "Out."

This. This broke your heart.

"But-" He pushed your body out with a kind of force. "No, please!"

"The fans are getting out of control."

—

The rest of your day passed like hell and next day you tried again. He didn't let you in but you spoke through the door. "I swear, Stephen. I swear I'm not lying. I'm so sorry for causing all this. Please remember me. You promised me."

He must have been annoyed that you kept talking in front of the door because you find yourself in the air. His stern voice was eveywhere. "Get out!"

Next day you tried again but away from his door. "Please, at least let me see you. I missed you so much."

You tried again. "I promised you so I'm not going anywhere."

Again, again and again. No respond. You never stopped going there and begging, not knowing whether he was listening, whether he was there.

But one day, you saw him when you were wandering sadly to the places he loved.

He was with a woman next to him, sitting in your favorite place and laughing. Your stomach hurt as Stephen moaned at her voice and lained down to kiss her. "Christine." Then he kneeled down and offered something. A ring. "Marry me."

You burst into sobs as your whole body began to tremble. Thinking of nothing, you ran towards them and pushed Stephen in the chest. Oh, he wasn't pleased to see you. You ruined his special moment. "How could you do this to me? You promised me, you said you wanted to marry me."

You screamed and pushed Christine. And as soon as you did, you found yourself jumping forward before you could do anything else. He shouted back at you, using his magic and you fell hard to the ground. You hit your head and your body hurt so much, you were sure some of your bones were broken. He came towards you. Grabbed your neck and lifted you, totally mad. "Stay away from her, you sick little girl."

Your vision blurred. You saw Stephen's hateful eyes before you fainted. When you woke up you were still there. You were hurt and couldn't stand up. You burst into sobs again as everything rushed through your mind one by one. You couldn't believe he did this to you. He hurt you for another woman. He threw you, not caring whether your bones were broken or not. He squeezed your neck cruelly, your neck that he was afraid of hurting even while kissing. Even if you slammed your arm on the door, he got very worried and knelt down in front of you to examine. But today, he left you there with your broken leg and cracked arms. And your head was bleeding. He nearly killed you. He wanted to kill you.

You cried so hard. From the pain of your body and the pain of your heart. You beg for someone to come out and save you from this hell. Soon you felt so tired and cold. It was dark and no one was around. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall asleep, but you felt someone's fingers on your cheek.

—

Two years have passed. It's been two years since Loki found you and took you to Asgard. He healed your wounds, took care of you like a princess. He listened to your cries, hugging you. He said over and over that it was for your own good and insisted that you stay with him, temporarily, of course. You asked him if he remembers you, and he said he didn't know you before anyway. He had heard your poor soul and grieved cries. At first you wanted to go, you wanted to see Stephen. But he said how he brutally beat you. He left you in pain and went into the arms of that woman.

He left you there, he wanted you to be dead.

I will help you, look how much I care about you.

Loki has been very helpful to you. He provided more than enough of the emotional support you needed. You had everything you wanted, he called you princess and everyone respected you. He has adorned you with green jewels and amazing quality green fabrics. He kissed your hand and showed you around. You took his arm and rested your head on him. Everyone looked at you and whispered. Your life in Asgard was perfect. Loki was perfect. He was the perfect man.

Over time you stopped thinking about Stephen. You even got annoyed when you think about him. You weren't filled with love, you were filled with disgust. But when you thought about Loki, you felt butterflies in you. You held his hands as he looked at you with that heartwarming smile and caressed your cheek. He said he loves you. And now you loved him too.

The times that followed were even more incredible than you could have imagined. It was like you were living in a perfect dream, or in a paradise. Prince and Princess live happily ever after. Loki was always there for you, he told you how much he loved you, he was very interested in everything you did. What do you like, who do you talk to, where are you going, what are you planning... He wanted to know everything about you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable when you talk with someone, but he always said he wanted you to only himself. And they weren't your match, they weren't allowed to talk you. You felt his possessive vibe. He wasn't like this before, or you just didn't notice.

You couldn't forget his reaction when you asked about his brother Thor. Enraged, he questioned why you were wondering about him. He spoke like he was obsessed. He thought you were interested in Thor, and then he even thought you wanted to see Stephen again through Thor. You said you couldn't believe him, why he was acting like this, and you cried. He immediately hugged you and apologized multiple times. He said that he loved you so much, so much that most of the time he was just out of his mind.

He said he finally has you and doesn't want to lose you.

Finally? He knew you since that day. When you asked what he meant, he didn't say anything and took you to the garden. "You will be my queen, my princess."

—

Stephen has been happy with his wife for the past two years. They even had a child and were living a happy life. But the attack at the end of the second year ruined everything. While all the heroes were trying to block the attack with all their might, Stephen realized that he had to cast one of his strong spells that he hadn't done before. He didn't know this unusual spell could be so stong to even bring back his erased memories.

He remembered how much he loved you. He was possessive of you so much that sometimes you were afraid of him and wanted to run away. He loved you so much that you thought it was unhealthy. But he cast little spells to clear your sweet mind of these silly thoughts.

He remembered that he wanted to choose you, even if it meant destroying the entire universe. But you and his optimistic personality made him choose otherwise. Now he remembered how he turned you down, how he kicked you out while you were begging him without giving up.

How he broke your heart, the day he proposed Christine to marry him, ruthlessly threw you and choked your delicate neck. He remembered your cries.

He left you there all in pain. He wanted to kill you. Who knows how much he hurt you, who knows how scared and hurt you were.

Having regained all his memories of you, he stopped the spell and looked around in terror. How could he do this to you? How could he hurt that fragile and vulnerable body of yours so mercilessly? He didn't care about the world, he cast a spell to look for you, but he couldn't sense you anywhere. Two long years. Oh, he wanted and missed you so desperately...

He was filled with great anger and hatred towards Christine and their child. How did he choose her over you, they even had a child. He gave all his love to an unworthy woman and her child while you suffered for two years. You suffered because of them, but mostly because of him.

He cast such a great spell that it engulfed all universes. To feel your presence, to know that you were still alive. But Loki, the great Asgardian Magician, felt his spell. He blocked it but Stephen already sensed you.

—

You were married to Loki. He took very good care of you, even excessively. Especially when your belly was round. Your pregnancy has had a huge impact on both of you. It made Loki pretty wild while making you much more emotional and needy. He didn't let anyone near you, he made you stay in your chambers and gave you whatever you wanted. You were so beautiful with that delicate, pregnant little body.

He was so aggressive and so possessive. Sometimes you were afraid of him, you felt like he was trapping you. You felt there was more, but you couldn't remember. When you thought about Loki, only good thoughts was on your mind. All you know was the need to be with him. And your love for him. Unaware of what Loki was up to, you lay in your comfy bed and closed your eyes.

Stephen tried many times to reach you. There wasn't a second he didn't think about you. He divorced Christine and left the child with her. He didn't care how much her heart was broken, or that child. He was disgusted with them. He hurt you because of them. They weren't his family! He only wanted you. And with a grin on his face, Loki went to Midgard to watch poor Stephen's attempts. He wasn't a hero anymore, ready to destroy the whole universe just to bring you back.

"You try so hard, don't you?" Loki's arrogant voice echoed on the dark walls. Stephen had gone to a magical secret place to study dangerous and dark magic, but it wasn't secret to Loki. He knew how Stephen had ruined himself to find you. He became so... dark.

"Loki." Stephen tied him up with glowing ropes and flew to him, but Loki just laughed. "If you feel comfortable, I may remain tied, it's okay."

"Where is she?" His body was surrounded by various creatures and his voice was mixed. Loki didn't know he went this crazy. Stephen hit him over and over and asked about you. Loki took great pleasure in his helplessness. The Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange desperately seeks answers.

Loki easily freed himself from him. He shouted loudly and opened his arms. "She's mine!"

Stephen attacked him with the most devastating powers he ever had. But Loki was powerful, too. No matter how hard they fought, there was no winner. "You hurt her." He pushed Stephen to the ground. "She was in great pain when I found her."

As Stephen's body turned into his original self, he stared at Loki with tears quickly forming in his eyes. Your screams and cries never left his ears. He hated himself for what he did to you.

"You don't deserve her. What do you think will happen when you find her? You think she'll run straight into your arms?" He laughed and picked up his stunned body and threw it somewhere else. He didn't respond to Loki and let him throw him here and there. He deserved all kinds of pain that could happen to him.

"You ruined her. Now she doesn't love you anymore. She hates you, she's afraid of you."

Stephen flew towards Loki and pushed him into the wall. "Where is she?"

Loki sent him into another wall. Jealousy showed in his voice as he spoke through his teeth. "She's with me."

"No!" Stephen cast fire-like spells from his hands and mouth, causing the whole place start to fall. The walls were crumbling, the whole place was being buried.

"Destroy this place all you want, but she's mine. She's married to me and pregnant with my heir." Loki shouted, proud.

Stephen stopped looked at Loki in shock. His heart tightened, he couldn't believe it. Were you married to Loki? Were you... pregnant? He remembered the days when he wanted to marry you. He would hold your belly and kiss it, imagining one day you would be round with his child. But now you were pregnant with his child. In his bedroom, you needed him, you loved him and you moaned his name.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he turned his head from Loki and looked down. He had ruined everything. He had lost you.

But he would take you back, even if it cost the whole universe.

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blackberries45 · 2 years

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Through The Mirror

Maybe part 1 of ??

Summary: You have been living in the New York Sanctum and awake to find Stephen Strange in your bed. However, it turns out a little too strange.

Word Count: ~5k

Warning: Swearing. Unprotected bang sesh. Deceptive.

Notes: first time writing a smutty sesh, also, horrific speller and grammar could all but be kissed goodbye. I was going one direction with this, but it ended up a very different way. Please let me know if you'd actually like a part two lol

They used to call you Mirror before the Snap because you could mimic anyone’s abilities presented in front of you to some degree. Never an exact copy, but close enough to do some damage that wasn’t expected. Nick Fury had come up with the name even though he didn’t know exactly where to place you in the superhero scheme of things, and after the Snap, you got lost through the cracks just like so many other superheroes and the like. Now they just call you by your first or last name, depending on who was talking to you. You stared in the reflection you saw in the bathroom, remembering how you’d gotten into this situation and smiled.

It wasn’t your first pick to be living here. After almost five years of being alone and practically on the streets though, a silent mansion filled with bizarre crap seemed at least passable. You had filled the time alone with some bad habits and even worse personal worth. It was starting to get to you.

When Wong offered for you to live at the Sanctum, you were rather stunned. You had met him before but weren’t even acquaintances. It was by complete chance he had seen you again walking around New York. “I can’t pay you though, Wong. I don’t have a job.” You looked down as the words came out.

“Pay me by helping to protect the Sanctum and giving me company. It can be a lonely job. Especially now.” His face was serious but kind. You appreciated both.

“But I have no skills now. I haven’t practiced mirroring in years. I’m out of shape in every way possible.” Were you trying to get out of a free place to stay? What the heck was wrong with you??

“I will take you to Kamar-Taj. If you are serious about helping me, then you will indeed need skills to defend the Sanctum. You don’t need others’ powers to reflect. If you are dedicated, work hard, and truly want a better path, you can be trained.”

With that you had a new home and a new sense of purpose. During the week at the beginning, he would open a portal for you to go through to study and practice with the other students. That lasted a few months but then the people who had disappeared during the Snap suddenly reappeared. It didn’t seem right for you to take up a space anymore at Kamar-Taj, so you just studied what you had learned with Wong in your free time at the Sanctum instead.

When everyone reappeared, it had been a happy but confusing time. No one seemed to know where to fit in or how to go about life with people back they thought were gone forever. One person in particular though made his unhappiness known. He not only was not the Sorcerer Supreme, but to have someone living at the Sanctum who hadn’t been a student at Kamar-Taj originally really seemed to rub him the wrong way.

You could sympathize at first with Stephen Strange's confusion and displease, but dear God, enough already! It was far too easy to start picking at him and oh boy, would he serve it right back. Call it flirting, call it boredom. Whatever it was, it took up the time and made him annoyed with you yet not be able to do much without you.

***

“Wong is back at Kamra-Taj so what should we do today?” You knew this wasn’t really a question for you to answer. Stephen was always busy and always had a plan for his day. He was just thinking out loud and using it as an attempt at being polite since you had walked into the room.

“You could start a bonfire in the front room.” A grunt came from behind the book Stephen had his nose shoved in.

“You could conjure a giant swimming pool and we could go swimming.” A response of, “Sure” was all you needed to know that he now was truly not paying attention and you could say whatever you wanted.

“Maybe I should get naked and see how many times I can run up and down the stairs in ten minutes while you watch.” You were now leaning against the door frame of one of the many rooms storing old, dust books, arms crossed across your chest staring at him.

“We should work on your reflexes.” He started to set the book down. “You starlet too easily which means..”

*SNAP* He was standing right behind you and whispering in your ear as you jumped and screamed.

“...that you are terrible in a sneak attack.” He was grinning at the sight of you now holding your chest stupidly like it would slow your heart rate.

“You’re a dick!” Your face was flushed but not just from him scaring you. You wondered if he had moved so quickly because he was actually listening.

“I’m off!” he suddenly announced as he turned on his heels. “Try not to burn the place down or let any creeps in.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him as he started to descend down the staircase. You stopped at the top, watching as he changes mid step from his sweats and hoodie to street clothes in a blink of an eye.

He was almost to the door when without turning around he called back over his shoulder, “And do let me know how many times you make it up and down the stairs in ten minutes. I’m so fascinated to know.” With that, the door closed and you let out a high pitched noise of embarrassment and annoyance.

***

The shower had been nice, but there was only so much time you could waste in the water. You walked to the mirror, toweling your hair roughly when you saw Stephen in the reflection, standing in the hall.

“Can you stop being a shit now please!?” you snapped your head around, but he was already gone. Luckily you had wrapped a towel around you before getting out of the shower. Since no one around here really used a cellphone, you just were in the habit of keeping doors open so when Wong or Stephen came back and forth, they could hear where you were. This however was not funny. Why was he just staring at you? And he scared you half to death when you noticed him. You walked over and slammed the door shut.

After drying your hair and dressing, you walked down stairs, still annoyed. Headed for the kitchen, you heard Stephen and Wong talking.

“You scared me half to death!” You had stopped in the doorway and looked hard at Stephen.

“Uh, I was just joking?” Stephen turned towards Wong. “Someone is grumpy today.”

“You think it’s funny to scare me coming out of the shower? How long were you there anyway?” What the hell was wrong with this asshole today?

“Wait, what?” Stephen turned his whole body towards you now.

“Yeah, I don’t know what your problem is, but that was creepy as hell and I will be making sure to close the doors when no one is home.” You were now officially pissed. Could he not just say sorry?

“First off,” he leaned against the kitchen counter with his side, “we can figure out where you are without you leaving the doors open. We thought you did that to feel safer somehow, but be our guest and close them. Secondly, I have been down here with Wong for all of ten minutes. I haven’t been upstairs.” He looked miffed now.

“All you had to do was say sorry.” You rolled your eyes and decided lunch would be eaten outside the walls of the Sanctum today. You had enough spare change for a slice of pizza and that was exactly where you were headed.

***

It was a beautiful day. Your favorite pizza spot was just two blocks away, but you figured taking your time wouldn’t be a bad thing. You slowly walked past shops of all sorts. A beautiful flower shop caught your eye and you stood for several minutes admiring all of the different types of blooms and greenery. You couldn’t help but smile while smelling them and listening to the city whirl and chatter around you.

Lazily looking in shop windows, you finally found yourself at the pizza shop. The smell alone helped cure your hunger. They were super busy and the line wrapped outside. ‘More time to myself’ you grinned. You always had the same but today, you reached for a menu to read through while you waited. If the smell helped take some of the hunger away, the descriptions on the menu would no doubt bring the hunger pains back.

Just as you stretched out your hand to the menu stand, someone else’s hand grabbed for it as well. You looked up.

“Are you fucking joking!?” You were raging now. When would he learn to leave you alone?

Stephen apologized to the person standing in between you two and offered to let them go ahead of him in line so he could stand next to you instead.

“How did you even get here before me?” You were for the third time today, standing with your arms crossed across your chest. This was clearly your unhappy pose.

“You had left in such a hurry.” He looked at you with almost a blank expression.

“Because you were a dick, yet again, and couldn’t just say sorry for making me jump out of my skin!” You were a little louder than you meant to be and people started turning to look at you.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you lunch and we can talk about it.” It wasn’t really a question, yet again. Sometimes you found that quirk of his amusing, but not so much this time. However, you accepted and as you finally got your food, you both decided to take a walk and eat while circling the block.

Stephen took a bite of his pizza. “I can see why he says such nice things about you.”

You looked at him sideways. “Who, Wong?” Taking eating your pizza slice while walking and trying to think wasn’t the most graceful thing for you. You spotted a bench and pointed to it.

“Um, yes. Wong,” he sat down next to you rather closely, “is always saying how gifted and beautiful you are.”

“Alright Doctor Freakazoid, I’ve had enough jokes for the day!” You started to get up but he pulled you by the arm back down.

“I’m just trying to say sorry. I don’t apologize often and it gets all jumbled. But, I'm sorry I scared you.”

You sighed and relaxed your shoulders. It stayed silent until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you still love her?” ‘Wow. you just blasted that out didn’t you?’ you practically yelled at yourself.

Stephen swallowed his last bite and tossed the crust at a few pigeons that had gathered around.

“She is gone. I have love for her, but I’m not still in love with her. That would be holding onto a past that doesn’t hold on to me.” He slowly turned to look you in the eyes. “Why do you ask?”

‘Shit. Of course he would ask why, you moron. Go ahead and try to explain this one.’ “I don’t know” you mumbled like a dumb little kid trying to not get caught in a lie, “I just wondered.”

His smile started to curl into his cheeks. “There’s more than that or else you wouldn’t have asked.”

‘Fuck my life. Just say it!!’ “I don’t know. I guess it’s the way you look at me sometimes. You look at me in certain ways, and I’m not sure what you are thinking.” You had turned your head away from him as soon as you started talking but you waited and looked over at him just at the corner of your eye. He had raised an eyebrow and dropped half the smile. You couldn't tell if he was about to laugh at you or say something mean.

Suddenly without warning he stood up. “I have to go check on something. We can talk more later.” with that, he was gone.

***

When you finally made it back to the Sanctum, you were dazed and confused to say the least. You walked to the kitchen to get some water. Maybe that would clear your head.

“Oh, I thought you were Stephen.” Wong looked up from the table warmly at you.

“I just saw him. He said he had something to check on but I'm not sure what or where.” You shrugged and grabbed your water bottle to fill up. Once you were finished, you headed up the stairs to your room.

*SMACK*

“You should really watch where you are going!” You and Stephen had collided at the top of the stairs. Bug eyed, you stared at him.

“Come on”, he said with heavy annoyance, “you aren’t going to claim I scared you again, are you?”

“But, I thought you said you had to go check on something?” You gestured over your shoulder, referring in your mind to outside. Your mouth hung open a little while still looking at him like a deer in headlights.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t left here again yet. I’m obviously just about to go down the stairs.” he was now sounding pissy.

“But we just ate pizza and you said…” You jumped when he cut you off.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you today but maybe you should take a nap or a very long vacation from this place. Clearly you need some time away.” With that, he brushed past you and headed down the stairs. “Wong, I’m headed out! Keep an eye on things around here for an hour please. Clearly someone is having a hard day.” And out the door again, he was gone.

It took everything in you to turn slowly around and start heading for your room again.

***

You had your favorite pajamas on and your earbuds in with a lovely rain background loop playing. ‘What is happening today? Maybe he’s right and I just need a nap. Maybe I wasn’t reading him right earlier and he found me asking about Christine, offensive.’ You closed your eyes and it didn’t take long to drift off.

Hours could have passed, you hadn’t set an alarm. It had been a dreamless sleep until now. You started slightly swaying your body as if being tickled. You could hear yourself gently groan, as if annoyed by being woken. You started to dream of someone, you couldn’t see their face well, touching your bare thighs, just below your sleep shorts.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked in your dream. Not annoyed now, just gently asking.

“I’m sorry I left earlier.” You couldn’t make out the voice but you felt their hand go higher, now to your butt and starting to rub the cheek.

‘What do you mean?’ you asked, still thinking it was in your head.

The hand suddenly dug into your skin and instantly you yelped and sat forward in bed. You flung the earbuds out of both ears and were startled to see Stephen sitting on the side of your bed with your covers back.

“What the hell are you doing!?” You felt like your heart would explode. Quickly you pulled your legs up to your chest.

“I’m not trying to startle you yet again. It’s simply now night and I was worried you were sleeping too long. I called your name several times but I think your earbuds made it so you couldn’t hear me.” Indeed you noticed it was now dark and he had turned on the light next to your bed.

“Um, ok.” you didn’t know where this was going. Get the fuck out seemed too harsh but you may go now, seemed closer.

He must have seen it cross your face because he started in again. “I wasn’t trying to scare you. Look, I just wanted to..” He did a twiddle motion with his fingers. You hadn’t seen him do that before. “...talk.”

“Um, ok.” was all you could manage again.

“Or more.” he grinned that all encompassing grin again. ‘What the fuck?!’

The words finally caught up with you. “WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted it.

“Kinda.” he turned to fully face you on the bed. Was this forwardness hot? Or was it fucked up? Your mind was racing back and forth, not to mention up and down.

“Wait!” you raised a hand even though he hadn’t moved. “I don’t understand how we got here or what is happening.” You kept blinking rapidly, trying to either focus or wake from whatever dream you were having.

“You said it yourself.” He shrugged one shoulder. “I look at you in certain ways. I’m done hiding it. I told you how I feel about Christine now and I saw the relief in your face. You can’t hide that anymore either.”

A rush of red flooded your face. You had simply asked a childish question. You guessed you might as well have just blurted out, ‘Hey, I have a big stinking crush on you, even though we are way past grown-ass adults’ Before you could speak, he started again.

“You’re thinking too much. I can see it across your face.” His eyebrow was raised in a way that made your stomach flutter but your brain go, ‘I’m in danger’ and honestly, it was turning you on in some sick way.

You had never heard Stephen even mention being casual with anyone before. Hell, you’d never seen him bring anyone home before. Not that he’s had long too. As the thoughts swirled, he inched closer.

“I’m really bad at this.” You blurted it out and it made him pause.

“At what?” There was the eyebrow again. This time in the form of a question, not a suggestion.

“Um, all of this.” You waved a circle in front of you to show the bed.

His head went back and he gave a hearty laugh. “Ok first rule,” your eyes widened. No one had been this forward with you before, “we are grown and can say the word se…,” Without noticing your eyes winced. God, you felt embarrassed already. He was soon going to realize what a mistake he was making. “Oh ok. We are that type of shy.” the giant smile was back across his face.

“You know, I didn’t peg you like this but”, he moved further up the bed, “it makes it that much more fun.” He was inches from your face now. You still had a hold of your legs like a damn security blanket.

“Stephen, I'm serious. I don’t know what Wong might have told you, like, yeah, I made some sleazy choice during the Snap but that was usually under the influence of something. I’m extremely self-conscious and probably wouldn’t have…” He cut you off again but at almost a whisper.

“I get it. And that is why, rule number one, is you will wear this blindfold.” He pulled out of thin air a deep red silk blindfold. It looked like a ruby in the table lamp light. You slowly reached out to grab it and he started again.

“Rule number two, you try your hardest not to make much noise. And rule number three, you have to fucking relax.” with that you let out a giggle.

“Ok..” but before you could get out anything else, he kissed you. Very calm and sweet at first. Your mind started racing again. ‘Oh shit, I'm not good with tongue, what if he wants more? How am I going to do this? He’lll never want this again.’

He gently pulled away and quietly said, “relax”, again while pulling your knees down. He reached a hand up to your cheek and kissed you again. Soft at first, and then more demanding. Yep, he did want more and you tried to just breathe and follow his lead. He didn’t make you gag, but just ever so slightly parted your lips, tracing the bottom of your upper lip with his tongue.

He moved away from your mouth and sat back. Taking the blindfold back in his hands, he stretched the back band so it would fit over your head.

“Are you on birth control?” The question startled you. You scrambled for the correct answer without ruining the mood by an explanation.

“Yes.” ‘Liar’ your brain shouted at you.

“Good. Ready?” he asked with that damn eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” you whispered out, and closed your eyes as he placed the mask over you.

You could feel him shift off of the bed for a moment. When he returned and you felt the weight of the dip again, you gulped hard. The eye mask was such a simple thing, yet it made all of your other senses so much stronger. You could feel the movement of air he created from his movement across your skin. You could hear the rain sounds quietly coming from your earbuds still lying on the floor. And you could tell when he was just inches from your face. He gently touched your check and suddenly you realized you were naked. You inhaled sharply and went to put your arms over your bare chest when he grabbed them and leaned to your ear again.

“You have to relax.” His words tickled your ear and it was all you could do to not giggle out of the tickle and the awkwardness you felt.

Suddenly you were pulled down the bed. God you had never felt this over exposed. He was over the top of you and started planting tiny kisses along your neck. You took a deep breath, but as you started to exhale, your breath turned into a tiny moan as he gently sucked where he had given your neck the latest kiss. You could feel him smile along your skin as he moved the alternative kissing and slightly sucking down. As he grazed your right nipple you started to cry out, but held you down and calmly whispered, “you must be quiet”, against your chest. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head. He silently went to your left nipple and this time you just let out another soft moan until all fell still.

‘Where did he go?’ you were trying to use all of your senses to tell, but just as you started to think he had left, your legs suddenly were grabbed and it took you covering your mouth with your hands to not scream from the surprise.

“I haven’t really done that before,” you said in a horse whisper.

“Then you’ll have to really make sure you are quiet, because this will make you want to scream.” The way he said it sounded like he was smiling but his tone sounded..different. It sounded in control, which you thought you wanted, but it almost had a tone that scared you. It sounded as though this wasn’t about you really after all. ‘Relax! It’ll be fine. Just breathe.’ You tried reassuring yourself. Preparing, you put your hands over your mouth to try and physically hold back any sound that may try to escape. You could hear another low laugh from Stephen.

His strong arms grabbed both of your thighs and without warning, he just started in. It was a weird sensation. At first you liked it. Or did you? He immediately started licking your clit, but had done nothing before. ‘This isn’t like anything I've read’ you thought to yourself. The licks were harsh and aggressive. You felt over-stimulated and exposed. You hoped it would get better but after what felt like forever, you finally had enough.

“Can you just be in me instead?” You felt silly and stupid. Stehphen Strange was willing to have his face just all up in your business, but you were going to deny what was supposed to be a magical moment of an oragsm focused solely on you? You felt ashamed but heard him laugh yet again.

“Of course. Couldn't handle it?” he sounded smug and sure of himself.

‘No, but probably not for the same reasons you are thinking’ you thought. “It’s just, I think I'm ready now.”

Without much warning, he slipped two of his fingers into you, curling the tips up right at the perfect spot. A moan left your lips again. If he could have done that while down there, that would have been different. The reaction seemed to make him pleased. He kept pumping his fingers into you for a moment. When he stopped there was another pause. You jumped a little when you noticed he was touching your eye mask.

“Just making sure it’s still in place.” You could feel him starting to position himself over you. You mentally prepared again, expected there would be little warning. Feeling him aline himself with your opening, you noticed he was already covered in pre cum from how he then rubbed the top of his dick all over the sides of your opening and across your clit. ‘This is the weirdest experience of my life’ You had to try with all of your might to stifle the laugh that was starting to brew in your throat. The concentration however didn’t last long because as you thought, with no warning, he suddenly shoved himself fully into you.

It hurt at first. He felt large and you were barely wet enough for it to go in without feeling like sandpaper. However, he seemed to better at this than anything else because it started to feel… good. Like, really good. He didn’t start off soft and slow but the pace he was going was about where you would have wanted him to end up any way. The size of him and the painfully yet wonderfully full stretch you felt with every thrust had you starting to arch your back. He didn’t touch you much, so you started touching where you needed. First you squeezed your own nipples and then lightly tugged them. Then you restarted working one hand down your stomach, thinking he might just slap it away, but it reached the poor abused clit where you had needed it most.

With your head starting to tilt to the side, and your back arching further off the bed, you could feel the first waves finally starting to swell in your stomach. As you tried to keep the pace with his hips, you cried out as your climax finally broke free. He kept going for a moment and then slowed, giving you just a moment to pant while you rode it out. ‘Alright, that was… something. Let’s be done now please’

“Ready for round two?” If you heard the smile in his voice one more time, you were going to kick him out of your room. “Sure! That was… nice.” 'More lies'.

Without notice, big surprise, he flipped you over. “On your knees,” he all but barked at you. This atleast was a winner position for you. You knew how to angle your body and how to move. He literally couldn’t mess this up and you could use him without him knowing. As he slammed back into you for the second time, the game was on.

Minutes went by and you could feel the sweat on you coming off him. You couldn’t wait to take a shower, but God you were so close. The only things you took from him were his pounding pace and his above average size. Bunking your hips back into him, he used him for all he was worth in the moment. You let your head flop down on the pillow and found your aching clit once more. Tiny circles getting faster and faster, you could feel the waves once more starting to swelling in your lower stomach. Finally, it was happening. As he pulled back, you tried slowing your panting to breathing and rolled back onto your back. After a few minutes you reached up with the back of your hand to brush your damp hair off your forehead but in doing so, it caught the edge of your eye mask. ‘What the fuck!?

The last thing you heard was your own scream, slowly getting quieter as you passed out from what you will think when you wake is exhaustion.

***

Stephen sat up in bed, looking at the clock on his nightstand. 1:15 am glowed brightly back at him. Remembering what he thought he had heard that woke him, he waited quietly for a moment. Silence was all that followed. ‘Shit’ he thought to himself. He slowly pulled on his clothes and headed for the door, his cloak effortlessly landing upon his shoulders.

Down by the fireplace Wong was seated reading a book. “Why are you up?”

“Some nights I stay up late. Some days I wake early.” Wong, always full of logical and no-flowery answers.

“Uh, ok…anyway,” Stephen tilted his head to the side while asking Wong, “did you hear something a bit ago? Like a scream by chance?”

“You heard a scream?” Wong set down his book on his lap while looking up at Stephen.

With a heavy sigh, Stephen sat down in the overstuffed chair across from Wong. “I think I was just dreaming.” He stared into the fire, slowly falling asleep again, replaying the sound he was sure had woken him.

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Little note : Doctor Strange, though I love him, isn't my normal content on my blog. If you'd like to be tagged when I eventually make a part two, please comment below 🤗 I have gotten new followers from this fic and am worried about disappointing peeps 💕

#dr strange #dr strange smut #doctor strange #dark doctor strange #doctor strange multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #stephen strange

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Can't believe it's been over a year since we were introduced to Doctor Strange Supreme in What If...?

Happy anniversary, Sorcerer Supreme 🖤💜

#I'M LATE #BY ELEVEN DAYS #I'm sorry sweetie 😭#it does not feel like a year at ALL #my soft goth wizard #shoutout to whoever tagged him as 'goth tentacle king' because I remember reading it once and I haven't forgotten it #doctor strange #stephen strange #what if #doctor strange supreme #dark doctor strange #gif #happy anniversary bb!!!

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BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH´s hands through his characters.

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 | Day 23/31: Hands.🖐

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ex0skeletal-undead · 11 months

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Concept art by Jerad S. Marantz

#art #illustration #digital art #dark art #concept art #this is actually #doctor strange #apparently #but idk anything about that #the art is still cool

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emcu7o · 1 year

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Was Wanda the villain?? Yes. But was she really??? No.

#it was the dark hold #the darkhold is the real villain #Wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #Doctor strange #multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #Doctor strange in the multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers

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Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

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