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You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole; Stephen Strange x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this was one of the first tumblr requests I had gotten since I started opening requests up. And with MOM now out, this fic was SLIGHTLY inspired by it plus Ep. 4 of Disney+’s WHAT IF...? And yeah it’s a long one but I hope the anon who requested this loves it in the end as well as the rest of you guys.

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS OF DSITMOM (again nothing MAJOR just America Chavez and her backstory but if you’ve read the comics I guess it’s not really a spoiler? idk I’ll still include spoiler tags if need be), kidnapping, OBSESSIVE YANDERE STRANGE!! angst ends to fluff, talking sassy kitty-cat (you’ll find out).

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@queen-paladin

@austynparksandpizza

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God Stephen Strange is the most arrogant, egotistical, hypocritical asshole that has ever walked the universe! Always with me he’s gotta find some sort of flaw and compare it to his ex-lover? Partner? Whoever the hell she was, Christine Palmer. Now I get you can’t ever really let go of your first love but come on Strange. You were the one who fucked it up and I was there to pick up the pieces for you.

And even once we managed to get together, you still had to compare me to her. And even as you forced me to go with you to her own wedding (to SOMEONE ELSE MIND YOU!!) you had the gall to lie and say that you were happy. Yeah I know when he lies.

When his hands flinch and try to clench up at his side and his adam’s apple bobs up and down quickly. That’s how you can catch the great Doctor Stephen Strange in a lie.

And now once again after we got into a huge scuffle about something else. He had the nerve to say to me that he wished he hadn’t screwed things up with Christine, cause then he wouldn’t have to be dealing with my constant nagging. After giving him a hard falcon punch across the face that’s when I had stormed out of the London sanctum (since I am the Head Guardian of it) and stormed across the city.

I went over to my favorite cat café (yes a real cat café) and got my usual drink plus big chocolate chip cookies, all the while my favorite cat, a Calico named Demeter came up to me and she sat down in my lap. She was a beautiful 6 year old cat that was tri-colored of black, yellow and white. She had piercing green eyes and was the most skittish and cautious cats in the whole café, the owners even said that until I had come in, she never associated with anyone else but me.

As I broke apart my cookie but could barely enjoy it, my other hand was stroking down Demeter’s back.

“What else does he want from me De? Am I really not good enough for him? Is it the distance? I know that things have changed since he was last here but—is it the distance that’s forcing him to think about her? Or is it just me?” her tail curled up around her and her ear twitched as she just stared up at me. “Must be nice to be a cat. No worries, no expectations. All you really demand is pets, food and a clean place to go to the bathroom.”

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t even need to look up to see who it was.

“I thought I told you to not come after me!” I snapped as I took a sip of my expresso.

“I—” he paused.

“What Strange? What do you wish to say to me now, hmm!?! Does my (h/c) not match up to her strawberry blonde or whatever the hell they call it. It’s red hair for Christ sake! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not a doctor and could never get the hidden jokes you both used to share.”

“No! No that’s not—You were right.” I looked up at him puzzled. Okay now this is a first. Stephen never admits he’s right. “I….I was a fool. Better yet I was an arrogant, shit-faced asshole who screwed up big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but can you at least hear me out?”

I raised my brow skeptically at him but allowed him to sit down. At first he went for the chair next to me but I snapped my fingers and it moved away. I then pointed to the one in front of me and he softly nodded in understandment.

“You have 1 minute.”

“Wow. You—really mean business don’t you?” he softly joked.

“50 seconds.” I snapped.

“Comparing you to Christine is—the worst thing I could possibly have done. And I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just….you never forget your first love.”

“You’re really not starting off on a good foot.”

“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. I took you for granted and I should never have done that to you. To us. I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart I am truly, deeply sorry.” I pondered and pondered on his word and I said.

“Well Stephen. Even through your stupidity and ‘ignore all rules’ attitude, that apology would make most girls fall to their knees and make them fall in love all over again. And I might’ve been one of those girls. If it was the real you.”

“What? What are you talking about? I am real, see?” he knocked on the table which produced a knock. Behind my back I summoned out my Sais of the living Tribunal.

“I’m not saying you’re an illusion or a projection of Stephen Strange. You may have his face but you’re not him. Plus don’t think I haven’t noticed how frantic Demeter’s tail has gotten, or the fact that she’s met the real Stephen Strange and never acted this way towards him.”

Demeter let out an angry hiss before growling defensively whilst still in my lap.

“Now I’m going to say this one time. Who the hell are you and why do you have Stephen’s face? Are you a shifter from the Dark Dimension? Or a changeling sent by Nightmare?” at that moment the Stephen before me dropped the niceties and his voice grew into a more darker, menacing tone.

“You always were too clever. That’s what always drew me to you. Even in my own dimension.” Demeter immediately hopped off my lap and I stood up holding my sais toward him.

“No games! I want answers fraud!”

“I am as I appear my dear (Y/n). My name is Stephen Strange, just not yours.” His normal clothes then morphed into his sorcerer clothes, but there was a huge difference, even his face looked different.

Dark circles underneath his eyes, his beard was more gruff (like he didn’t trim it). He almost looked like a ghost or a demon if anything. His normal blue robes looked more dark purple with some black mixed in, but the biggest difference was the Cloak of Levitation. The friendly, soft red material had been changed to a straight menacing black satin that almost appeared to have an edge about them. Even the collar was spiked upward almost or even stocking out past his head like a crown.

“The name is Strange Supreme. And I have traveled through multiple universes to find you. And at last I have.”

“What are you talking about?” I sneered.

“It would seem your Stephen takes you for granted. Whilst I and—” he trailed off, I saw a glimmer of what may have been tears (crocodile tear or not I couldn’t tell). “In my universe, I had an (Y/n) (L/n). She—was my everything. My life, my heart, my soul. And I never took her for granted. Until the day she was taken from me. I’ve tried every spell, every ounce of magic to prevent her death but—she was gone. But now—now I see that if I can’t bring her back. I could find a new one to take her place.”

“Sorry to tell you this psychopath I’m not going anywhere. Especially not with—” my vision went fuzzy. I shook my head briefly. “Especially not with—” suddenly I lurched forward dropping my weapons.

“I knew this would happen. I knew you wouldn’t be willing to come with me by your consent. So I slipped a small spell in your drink that would activate if you rejected my offer.” What? No but the barista was a she and she—hold on. I looked up at him and I saw how he morphed into the barista for a split second to say in her Edinburgh accent. “Sorry dearie, guess I might’ve made it a bit too sweet for yah.” Before he morphed back into himself.

“You…..son of a b……” I collapsed and my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

Strange Supreme walked over to (Y/n)’s body and gingerly stroked her cheek.

“100 years and finally at long last. I have you once again at my side my beloved. And I swear, I will never let you go again.” He picked her up and before summoning a portal with just a simple thought and he walked through it holding an unconscious (Y/n) in his arms.

From the corner, Demeter watched intensely before she looked around and saw the aftermath of what this ‘Strange Supreme’ had done. All the coworkers were frozen in their spots and as for the other cats, they had all been knocked out and were in a deep sleep. She raced towards the back (and by some string of luck) one of the employers had been frozen right by the door and had left it opened.

She dashed out and ran through the streets of London. Knowing of the stories ever since her favorite human arrived of the London Sanctum, she ran as fast as she could to the London Sanctum and when she got to the door, she proceeded to scratch at the door meowing as loudly as she could.

Inside the real Stephen Strange was now sporting an icepack as part of his recovery from facing the wrath of the current girlfriend.

“Hate to tell you this bruv, but you deserved it.” Taron, (Y/n) second in command born and raised in Wales said as he came passing by Stephen.

“Yes, yes I know. I’ve already been told that by half of the London Sanctum already.” Stephen snapped before sighed and holding the icepack close to his cheek. “I don’t even know why I said it. I was angry and it just—”

“Slip of the tongue?” Taron replied as Stephen nodded. “Look mate, when you blipped for five years. (Y/n) was a wreck. Especially after you two had recently gotten together. When you came back and all you thought about was Christine after Stark’s funeral, it really hurt her. She and your ex stayed here for the Blip, what made you think it was okay to think about your ex-girlfriend instead of your current one who had poured through every scroll, every page at Kamar-Taj to try and bring all who were blipped, mainly you, back?”

“Like she’s said. I’m an arrogant, selfish asshole.”

“And a number of other things but I’m keeping that to myself.” Taron muttered.

“Oi Taron!” a voice exclaimed. A young blonde haired boy with piercing green eyes came running forward.

“What is it Ben?” Taron asked.

“Okay, umm….this is gonna sound crazy but you might wanna open the doors.”

“What?” questioned Taron.

“Look not even I can explain it just open the bloody doors.” The three men went down the steps to the front door and Taron waved his hand to unlock the doors and soon bursting in meowing frantically was Demeter. She lunged towards Stephen and leapt at him. Awkwardly he caught her as she was meowing and pawing at him.

“You know this cat Stephen?” Taron asked.

“Hoe she’s not an ex too.” Ben muttered before snickering to which Taron kicked him in the shin.

“Demeter?” she let out a loud meow almost as if saying yes. “She’s one of the cats from the cat café (Y/n) liked to go to. But they—they never let you guys out at least not unsupervised.” She then started up her frantic meows and squirmed in Stephen’s grip. He set her down and she paced around him, rubbing up against him and pawed at his boots, almost as if telling him to go. “Okay this is insane, I’m talking to a cat. I mean it’s not like there’s a—” he paused before turning to Taron. “Please tell me there’s a spell to make animals talk.”

“You…..want to talk to the calico?” Taron sounded out suspiciously.

“Look Taron I know it sounds crazy, hell even insane but trust me when I say this cat does not normally act like this unless something is really wrong. And I have a sickening feeling that there is, and that it involves (Y/n).”

“There might be something. Not necessarily Kamar Taj material but an old Inuit spell from America. The Ancient One kept various spells based on different cultures here in London due to our sophisticated filing system. Follow me.” Taron led Strange, Demeter and Ben into the archive wing of the library.

Taron levitated through shelf after shelf until he found the book of Inuit spells and skimmed through the book until he found the spell he needed. Together with some basic ingredients like hair of creature needed, 2 tsp. of vinegar, 1 cup of water, 1/4th tsp. of food dye, a drop of honey and 3 grams of salt.

Taron mixed the ingredients together before pouring it into a cup. The potion now looked like a liquid formation of Demeter’s fur pattern and he handed it to Stephen.

“Once you drink this all down, say these words exactly. I even phonetically sounded them out for you in case you couldn’t get it.” Stephen glared at Taron who merely shrugged and handed Strange the cup.

“The things one does for love.” He then downed the entire glass like it was a shot and grimaced at the taste. He let out a couple of coughs before taking the paper from Taron and began to say the spell. “Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum.”

They waited for a few minutes to see if anything would happen. And they waited, and waited, and waited. Stephen let out a growl before throwing the cup to the wall and snapped.

“The longer we wait the longer it’s going to take to find out what happened to (Y/n)!”

“Maybe we missed something, here Taron let me see the book mate.” Ben said taking the book.

“So I drank that nasty shit for nothing. Great, great just great.” Stephen snapped before sitting down in a huff.

‘No wonder why she can’t stand you.’ A female voice spoke up. Stephen looked around but there was no female in the room, only he, Ben and Taron. He then felt a light pressure on his lap to see Demeter standing on his lap. She cleaned herself up before saying to Stephen again. ‘Not only are you too hung up in the past, but you’re too impatient. And I can see what she meant by your temper.’

“D-did you just……you’re talking?”

‘Well talking as in you can hear my thoughts, yes. How you ever became Sorcerer Supreme I’ll never know.’ Demeter hopped off his lap and onto the table, her tail wagging and curling up into a question mark point every now and then.

“Hold on Stephen, are you—”

“Shh!” he hissed at Taron and Ben before turning towards Demeter. “Look I’ll let you insult me all you want later, what is it you came here to tell me?”

‘Normally I’d never go running for a human, but (Y/n) has treated me like a cat should be treated, and not like some fragile glass doll.’

“Focus! (Y/n). What happened to her?!”

‘Okay Mr. Pushy. Look, I couldn’t even explain it myself. The guy who took my (Y/n) looked just like you. Only if he hadn’t gotten some sun in all of his life.’

“You’re saying he looked like me?”

‘Yep. Right down to your weird, Stark-copy beard.’

“I do not have Stark’s—besides that. What else happened?”

‘It all happened so fast. My brothers and sisters had somehow been knocked out cold, and everyone became like the statues you see outside. Still and frozen. Then just before my (Y/n) could fight back, she was knocked out. I think he said he put something in her drink. Then they both disappeared into one of those portal things you guys always love to make.’

“Did he say why he wanted her?”

‘Something along the lines of wanting to find her after so long. If you ask me, the guy was eyeing her like how Butch eyes that mouse that’s been sneaking into the café. Like he really wanted her and was going to do anything to get her.’

“And that’s it?”

‘Next thing I did was find a way out to try and come here. Of course I was hoping it wouldn’t be you because you hurt her Stephen Strange. Big time!’ Demeter swiped at him with her paw and let out a hiss as she said that. ‘If you don’t bring her back unharmed, you’re gonna regret ever having met me.’

“Alright. Alright.” Stephen stood up and faced Taron and Ben.

“What’d she say?” asked Ben.

“Take some sorcerers and investigate the café. I need to get to Wong and ask him if anything else has been disrupted since this look-alike has come into our world.”

“Wait Stephen are you suggesting that this is a Multi-versal threat?” asked Taron urgently.

“I can’t say for certain. But I can’t just let (Y/n) be kept prisoner from this other Strange.” He opened up a portal which had opened up to Kamar-Taj where Wong, and by sheer luck, America Chavez was also there standing close by.

“Strange, what’s going on?” Wong asked.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Tía (Y/n) is in trouble? What did you do now Stephen?!” demanded America.

“It’s a long story but it would seem we got a visitor from another world, and by world I mean multiverse. Another version of me kidnapped (Y/n).”

“And how do you know this was another you?” asked Wong.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.”

“Not the first time.” Wong muttered. Stephen glared at Wong and that’s when Demeter came through the portal right as it closed and she let out a meow.

“Aww what a pretty kitty.” Cooed America as she knelt down and tried to get Demeter to come over to her. “Come here sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t waste your breath America, Demeter doesn’t go to just any—” but Stephen was interrupted as Demeter actually walked up to America and nuzzled against her hand and let out a purr.

“Demeter. Like the Greek goddess of harvest and agriculture. Ohh that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful cat like you.” America said as she continued to pet Demeter.

“You mangey little—and why did it take you months to get used to me?!”

‘(Y/n) has talked about this girl a lot. Shown me pictures, plus she has a good aura. You however are too arrogant and reckless.’ Demeter said as she allowed America to pick her up in her arms and continued to pet her.

“Strange. Are you—talking to the cat?” Wong asked hesitantly.

“And Inuit spell Taron found in the London Sanctum.”

“Are you serious? There’s a Doctor Dolittle spell? I wanna try it!” America proclaimed.

“No, you don’t trust me. Alright now wait we’re getting off topic here!”

“Even if there were another Stephen Strange here, what would be want with (Y/n)?” asked Wong.

“I think I might know.” America spoke up. The two men turned to her and she set Demeter down on a nearby table. “Can you ask Demeter if he had a black cloak on? That was spiked at the end and collar reaching up to his head?”

‘Yes. Yeah it did.’ Demeter said as she sat down and stared at America.

“She said yes. America do—do you know this version of me?”

“Briefly. He uhh—when I jumped into his universe by accident, he promised he’d help find my moms, but only if I told him where to find his (Y/n).”

“Find her?”

“He told me of a battle he and his (Y/n) fought a long, long time ago in his world. I don’t really remember much of who this foe they fought was but—he told me that the fate of their world collapsing was at large. But his (Y/n) didn’t hesitate. She and their foe broke through their reality and ended up being lost in the multiverse. Just—just like my mamás.”

Wong and Stephen sighed heavily.

“I told him I couldn’t help him find her, and like others have in the past he tried to take my power but I quickly got the hell out of there and never went back.” She stroked Demeter’s head and Demeter nuzzled against America’s forearm to comfort the young girl.

“I know you said you’d never go back, but do you think you can take me there?” Stephen asked.

“Stephen you know the laws of what multiverse jumping could cause.” Wong warned him.

“Yeah, yeah, conversions of our worlds mending into a multiversal war. Not like anything we haven’t faced before. But tell me this, Sorcerer Supreme. Are you willing to let (Y/n) die or worse in that world should it perish because of what that Stephen Strange has done?”

Wong sighed heavily. (Y/n) was his dearest friend, she saved his ass more times than he could count and now he had the chance to finally repay that debt, but would he risk two worlds potentially colliding that could either destroy one or both their worlds?

“You take the cat with you.” Wong said.

“What? Why?”

“Because that cat seems to knows to keep an eye on you and will keep you in line of you don’t.”

‘Oh I like him too.’ Demeter said as she walked over to Wong and let out a meow and raised her paw at him. Wong extended a hand out and Demeter gave his thumb a soft lick and purred once more.

“Is this a gang up on Stephen day or what?” Stephen questioned out annoyed.

“Probably. Especially after what you said to Tía (Y/n).”

“I—how do you know that?”

“She’s always told me. Ever since we first met. When you were still butthurt over Christine. Like I said I’ve seen more of yous and hers together than you and Christine. Even the creepy yandere version of yourself.”

“Yan—what’s yandere?” Stephen asked. America and Wong looked at each other and America spoke in Spanish.

“Should I?”

“It’d probably be best not to.” Wong responded back in Spanish. “Now if you’re going to go into this other world you’ll need to get in, find her and get out. The convergence can happen by a simple change in two variants of the same person being there but the effect of the convergence actually happening can either be instantaneous or prolonged.” Wong explained.

“Well let’s hope it’s the latter. America, do you remember where this other world with this Stephen Strange is?”

“A bit yeah. But he could sense you coming before the portal even opens. He’s that powerful. Last time I went, he was at the exact spot I would land.” She said.

“Okay so brute strength and power isn’t going to stop him. Guess I’ll just have to outwit him and I am good at that.” Wong and America looked at each other but chosen not to say anything.

“If the world you enter doesn’t start to collapse the second you arrive, give yourself an hour at most to find (Y/n) and then get out. America will open the portal for you to come through no later than that.”

“One hour, okay.” Stephen and Wong stood back as America stepped forward and she concentrated on summoning the portal to Strange Supreme’s universe.

“I’ll try to open it at this exact spot after the hour. And…..please be sure you have Tía (Y/n) before I do.”

“I’ll try. Come on Demeter.” Demeter hopped off and got up on top of Stephen’s shoulders and the two of them quickly hopped through the portal before she closed it behind her.

There was nothing but darkness surrounding them. As Stephen walked along, soft creeks sounded off with each footstep.

‘Could you be anymore louder than you are right now?’

“Okay one more insult out of you and I will throw you across the room.” Stephen threatened her in a quiet voice. She hopped off of Stephen’s shoulders and she sniffed around.

‘I can’t seem to find a trace of her scent.’

“Nothing?”

‘As I said, nothing. You sure we’re in the right place?’ As they walked further along they now stood before what almost resembled the main hall of the New York Sanctum, however the aura in it was dark and ominous.

Books were scattered all over the floor, candles by the mile decorated the floorboards ahead, and a large opening into what looked like a wormhole stood behind where the large window overlooked Bleeker street. As they walked along, Demeter suddenly stopped and she lowered herself briefly as she let out a soft but menacing growl.

“So……” a deep, gravely, possessive tone spoke. Stephen turned around and soon a grand fireplace lit up and sitting in a large red chair was Strange Supreme. “You did come.” Strange Supreme said. “And you brought vermin with you.”

Demeter let out an anxious meow as Stephen stood in front of her and the cloak of levitation picked her up and hid her behind Stephen’s back.

“More like a friend.” Strange Supreme scoffed.

“My (Y/n) did adore strays. Cats especially were her favorite. Even when I’d tell her we couldn’t have one, they were always drawn to her. She even took care of one that looked exactly like the one you’ve got.”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk. Now where is she?” Stephen demanded.

“Surprised that you still care. Why don’t you just go back to your world, patch things up with Christine. After all that’s who you truly love right?”

“What I said was…..”

“A mistake? A slip of the tongue, a sudden outburst of anger.” Strange Supreme mocked as he stood up. “I’ve seen her mind and her heart. You don’t know how good you’ve had it Stephen. Christine never treated us right, she never understood us, especially after our accident.” Strange Supreme showed Stephen the same scars on his hand from the car accident. “But (Y/n) did. She picked up the pieces, she taught us how to love again, and to see the light in everything. And you threw her out like trash.”

“I came here for her didn’t I? If I didn’t truly love her, I would’ve turned away and tried to go back to Christine like you claimed. But no, I’m here. I won’t ask this again, where. Is. She?”

“The only (Y/n) that’s here is mine. I worked too hard and sacrificed soo much to find her.”

“Look, I don’t know if your (Y/n) looks anything like mine, but if she does, She’s not yours. Her face may be the same but it’s not her. Plus even if it was her, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s here with me now and I’ll love her and take care of her ten times better than you ever did.”

“You have a very sick way of showing it.” Stephen sneered lowly. Strange Supreme smirked wickedly as he chuckled darkly.

“Love makes us do strange and crazy things. But it’s all worth it in the end. So long as we’re together.” Stephen noticed how Strange Supreme was fingering what appeared to be a pearl ring on his left ring finger. An odd piece of jewelry especially given the fact that the pearl was scarlet red.

‘Oi Strange. You might wanna wrap things up here with whatever this lovefest is. I’m starting to sense this world collapsing in on itself.’ True to Demeter’s word, the wallpaper was starting to roll upward, the books starting to disappear page by page and the candle were slowly melting away.

Stephen turned back towards Strange Supreme and he told him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been planning. I know you can sense it. Even if you do have her, your world is collapsing in on itself.”

“So it seems. But I could care less. The only world that matters to me is (Y/n) and I.”

‘God this poor bastard is even more delusional than I thought.’ Demeter said.

“Not if I find her first.” Stephen challenged.

“And how would you know where she is?”

“I just do. We are Doctor Stephen Strange after all, and if I know myself…..”

“I always got to be smarter than everyone else.” Strange Supreme finished. “Well, produce her.” He challenged Stephen. Stephen looked around until he saw what looked like a small secret doorway right by one of the bookshelves.

“You’ve hidden her behind that door.” He said pointing out to it. Strange Supreme then walked over to the small doorway mocking him.

“Did I, Stephen Strange?” he stood by the small door as Stephen now walked over to the chair where Strange Supreme was just sitting at.

‘Wait, I sense something.’ Demeter told him. Stephen felt Demeter hop off his shoulder and she walked around the fireplace until she stood before a tall purple chair just across from the red chair. ‘There!’

Stephen looked carefully and saw a glimmer of what looked like the mirror dimension.

“Clever man.” He softly muttered. He heard a rough cough and he turned to see Strange Supreme hunched forward as he coughed up a large black skeleton key into his hand. Strange Supreme turned towards Stephen with a questioning yet challenging look. “Yep. Right there, she’ll be there alright.” Strange Supreme softly shook his head.

“You’re wrong Stephen Strange, she’s not there.” Strange Supreme hauntingly mocked as he unlocked the door to reveal an abyssal portal of dust and cobwebs. “Now, to ensure you don’t take my (Y/n) away ever again.” He summoned from his robes, the black dagger of Yama (which had the power to send a person’s soul to the Underworld with just a simple knick of the blade).

“Just allow me to make this one final declaration before you ‘do me in’.” He then picked Demeter up in his hands and he said. “SHE’S NOT YOURS!!” and then as hard as he could, he tossed Demeter right at Strange Supreme.

She yowled and growled as she was thrown through the air until she landed on Strange Supreme’s face. He roared and tried to get the calico cat off his face, but Demeter held firm scratching and biting every square inch of his face.

Using this as a distraction, Stephen quickly unlocked the purple chair to the mirror dimension and there he saw (Y/n) tied up and gagged in the chair wearing a deep purple and black dress, and a crown almost similar to the Scarlet Witch’s.

*My POV*

I watched as Stephen and evil Stephen had conversed back and forth with each other. But when Stephen threw Demeter at the evil Stephen, he took his chance and stood right in front of me and I saw as the mirror dimension was finally opened. He came right up to me and freed me of my chains and gag.

“I know, I know. Not the best idea to throw your favorite cat at my evil twin.”

“I’ll yell at you about that later. Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“My heart. Stephen that-that psychopath reached into my chest and took my heart. He told me even if you came to save me, I’d never be able to leave this world without it.”

“I think I might have an idea of where he has it. For now let’s get you out of here.” He helped me up and we both left the mirror dimension and he closed the door behind us. Just in time for us to see the evil Stephen literally get his eyes torn out from his skull by Demeter’s claws and he threw her across the room.

But I opened up a portal and she went threw it before ending up back in my arms. Demeter yowled aggressively, baring her teeth at the evil Stephen.

“YOU SELFISH, CHEATING, BASTARD!!” evil Stephen roared as he turned to us, his eyes now hollowed holes and blood pooling out like tears.

All of a sudden the sanctum began to fall apart wood by wood. The floor beneath us became what almost looked like a giant web as we both fell through. I ended up getting stuck along the side while Stephen ended up falling all the way to the bottom.

“Stephen! Are you alright?” I called out.

“I’m fine, how about you and Demeter?” Demeter who was hidden within my dress robe meowed.

“We’re fine.” All of a sudden a monstrous roar was heard from above us. The Evil Stephen seemed to morph into some sort of dragon-hybrid creature as he then fell down into the web to try and get to Stephen. I then watched as Stephen quickly summoned a portal underneath him and he disappeared just before the dragon Stephen could land on him.

“NO!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? YOU SELFISH PRICK!!” He looked around trying to feel or hear anything from Stephen. I then felt someone beginning to cut my bonds from the web, I turned and Stephen pressed his index finger quietly to his lips as he continued to cut me free from the webbing.

When my upperbody was free, he allowed me to rest against him as he continued to work on freeing my legs (which somehow proved to be difficult.) I also worked as did Demeter on freeing my legs but one thread soon began to vibrate all the way down towards Dragon-Stephen.

“Oh shit.” I said which caused all of us to stop. Dragon-Stephen ceased his frantic searching and slowly turned towards us smirking maliciously.

“There you are.” He growled sadistically. Stephen then quickly cut the rest of my bonds and threw me over his shoulder as he quickly raced upward with Demeter behind us. “YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!” he roared as he got closer to us.

I quickly summoned the sword of Vishanti and sliced him across the face which caused him to pause before growling at me.

“Now that my dear, wasn’t very nice. I was merciful last time but it seems you need a stricter hand.” Suddenly his arms turned into large snakes and they reached up and grabbed hold of the both of us, separating the two of us once more.

The snake that held me kept me high up in the air while the snake that held Stephen brought him towards the Monster-Stephen.

“You pathetic fool. You thought you could get away from the most powerful Sorcerer of this world!?” Monster-Stephen hissed. “Now you look into her eyes, I want her to see you die.” The snake squeezed Stephen so tightly that I could hear his bones cracking from up here. Our eyes locked with each other’s and I shook my head at him.

He-he couldn’t die like this. I just got him back after five years and yeah he’s an asshole at times but I still love him. I’ll always love him. But that’s when I heard My Stephen choke out a laugh. Wait what was he laughing at? I then saw his finger point upward and that’s when I saw the familiar spark of America’s blue portal starting to spark.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that—we hate to…..leave you high and dry but….our ride’s here.” I then let Demeter out from my robes and she bit Monster Stephen’s snake arm that was holding me and he let out a painful roar which released both Stephen and I.

Soon the bright blue star portal opened and I placed a binding spell on him to keep him bound to his world while Stephen, Demeter and I ended up getting sucked into America’s portal and ended up back on our Earth.

Stephen and I looked at one another before embracing each other. I buried my face into his neck thanking him repeatedly.

“You guys alright?” America asked us.

“Yes mija, we’re okay.” I told her. She smiled and ran over to me and I embraced her as well as did Stephen. “America, you know how you’ve been listening to those ASMR videos? I think you might wanna exclude the yandere videos from now on.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing tía.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“I think we all can pretty much say we’ll be staying away from stalkery, obsessive media of any kind.” Stephen said. As we separated, that’s when Stephen pulled out from his pocket the pearl ring that Strange Supreme had turned my heart into.

A simple motion of his hand and the cloaking spell dropped and there in the palm of his hand was my heart.

“Oh my—is that…..” America started.

“Yeah.” I replied bluntly.

“Damn. To be honest though I thought it’d be more—you know bloody? And you’d be—dead? I mean don’t you need a heart to like you know, live?”

“Not if you carefully remove it with magic. A heart is the most powerful thing a person can control. The evil Stephen thought that by taking my heart, he’d have me be under his control forever. To be the (Y/n) that he lost. But how did you—”

“A Sorcerer never reveals his secrets.” He teased me with a cheeky wink. “And unfortunately for him, my (Y/n) is smart to know who the true Stephen Strange is.” Stephen said.

“Your (Y/n)?” I questioned.

“Urm not that you’re my possession or anything god no! I mean, what I meant was you are your own person but uhh—I’m not making this better, am I?” I softly chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I get what you mean.” A soft smile spread across his face. “Does…..this mean you’ll try to stop comparing me to Christine?”

“I promise. I don’t know why it took me losing you to some psycho-obsessive version of me to realize just how different yet important you are in my life. I know I’ve got some serious making up to do, but I am truly sorry (Y/n). And I hope you can forgive me, or at least give me another chance?”

“You maybe an asshole at times, but you’re my asshole.” We both chuckled before he returned to me my heart. After that we immediately kissed each other and held each other tightly.

*Stephen’s POV*

That night as we lay in bed together (Y/n) had long fallen fast asleep but I wanted to keep watch over her. Not only to see that this was real, but to also ensure that she was going to be safe. From the full moon I saw a small shape come at our window and the sound of a meow was at the window.

It was Demeter, and judging by the tail flickering the way it was and the way her ears were, she was not happy with me. Slowly I got out of bed and went to the window and opened it up.

“Hello again.” A deep but soft growl came out of her. “I’m sorry I threw you at him. At the other Strange. It was the only thing I could think of to distract him to save (Y/n). Can you forgive me?” her narrowed eyes softened and her pupils grew in a more friendlier manner.

Her ears were now fully erect and her tail wasn’t flickering as much as she now began to purr. I slowly reached my hand out and she headbutted my fingers before giving my wrist an affectionate lick. I picked her up and carried her over to our bed and she immediately began to spin around and kneed right near (Y/n)’s feet before letting out a yawn.

I got under the covers and held (Y/n) close to me right as Demeter lay there in what (Y/n) and America refer to a cat’s ‘bread loaf’ style. Her purrs had gotten louder as she closed her eyes and fell asleep right at our feet. I lay my head against the pillows but buried my face into (Y/n)’s hair taking in her scent.

She was back with me, and I won’t risk losing her again even by my own hand.

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What Now? Part 2 Stephen Strange x Sorcerer Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Something that had barely begun was torn from your grasp five years ago. Each day since has been dark and filled with heartache. When Thanos is defeated and the world returns to some form of ‘normal’, you struggle to find just where you stand in relation to one Dr. Stephen Strange.

Table of Content: Part 1 here

Chapter 2: The girl and the octopus

Your morning started… not normal in the normal sense of the word. Just normal for you though.

A dirty chai latte, one student portalling crisis, two meetings, one with accounting (because taxes are still a thing even for Kamar Taj) and another with the Sorcerer Supreme and you were halfway through the morning.

“We could find more affordable uniforms for students,” you say, reading from a list of possible budget cuts. “Still all natural fibers, as to conduct their energies appropriately, but manufactured closer to home?” You look up across the table at Wong. “And do we really need to provide five different styles of robes for one class?”

Wong’s face is an unreadable frown (or at least unreadable for most). He narrows his eyes and you prepare to scratch the idea off your list with your pen. “A possibility to be explored,” he says gruffly. Lifting your brow in surprise you nod and make a note on your notepad. “What else?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you prattle through the list. “… sling ring replacement fees, five students have reported theirs missing for the London Sanctum this week alone. Master Hamid had an interesting suggestion: Kamar Taj spiritual tours---”

“No,” Wong cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “Just no.”

“I rather liked the Food Truck Dimension food court idea he had,” you mutter, as you draw a line through the next ten lines of ideas.

“You need to get out more,” and with a sigh, Wong pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a moment, “Y/N…”

Standing up, you slide the packet of proposals across the table. “You’re going to have to get creative. Everyone knows we exist now and with higher enrollment in our mystic arts classes we can’t continue to give as freely as we once did. The taxes alone from the U.S. government on the New York Sanctum are enough to wipe us out.”

“Did you explain—”

“That they can’t tax a pocket dimension attached to a townhouse?” you finish for him as he picks up his phone. “It all went over their heads.” Setting a hand on your hip, you wait for a reply, but Wong is focused on his cellphone, that permanent frown a downright scowl now. “What’s got your attention now?” you ask.

Without looking up, he says, “There’s an octopus attacking New York.”

You open your mouth, close it with a frown then take a breath. “An octopus?” you repeat, stepping around the table as Wong shows you his phone and sure enough you see a giant, one eyed, magical octopus holding up a city bus. Shaking your head, you step back and lean against the table. “In New York? Stephen can handle it,” you say with a nonchalant shrug.

Shaking his head, Wong swipes at the screen before holding it up to your face. A video plays now of chaotic streets, people screaming and running and a tentacle throwing a man in a familiar cape through the air, the dash of red disappearing as he crashes through a storefront window.

“Does that look like he’s handling it?” Wong grouses, shoving his phone in his pocket and putting on his sling ring.

“Have fun storming the city,” you hum, looking down at your toes as you cross your arms. Swinging his arms, the man looks back at you, portal sparking into existence. He rolls his eyes.

“Your assistance would be appreciated,” he seethes though you know it’s not malicious.

“I’m a bit busy,” you answer immediately, “lessons and what not—”

“Master L/N.” You look up at the sound of your name and Wong’s next words carry authority. “Your assistance is required by the Sorcerer Supreme, to protect the New York Sanctum,” he orders. “Immediately,” he says before you can protest.

Your teeth grind together and you run through all scenarios of what a possible refusal would entail. You know you can’t refuse – not Wong. Breathing out through your nose, you push yourself off the table and toss your notepad onto the chair. A hand disappears into your pocket, fingers searching and finding a heavy familiar weight. Sling ring slipped on you step towards Wong.

“I’m only going for the octopus,” you say as light streams in through the tunnel. He glances at you, a wry smile breaking through.

“Of course,” he says, stepping through the portal. You follow. The city street is a mess, cars smashed, the entire line of stores have had their windows busted. On one corner, a fire hydrant is spewing water, and on the other a boxed tree is in flames. And honestly it smells like fish. You wrinkle your nose, turning as the portal closes behind you. Your eyes scan the store fronts as you bite the inside of your cheek.

No sign of him.

“You know I really wish we could put a pause on fighting tentacled interdimensional –” a scream cuts you off as you find Wong facing said interdimensional monster. A young woman, a girl really is wrapped in a large rune covered tentacle, and in the next moment, she’s freed by Wong’s magic. With a flick of his hands, she’s carried through the air, towards you, only once she’s safely on the ground behind Wong, does he turn and look at you.

“I brought you for backup, you know,” he says, looking at your, as of yet, unused sling ring.

You shrug. “You’re the boss,” he throws another stringed dagger at the creature, “and you seem to be handling it just fine.” Leaping forward, Wong takes off running towards the creature, magical sword in hand, a yell left behind in his wake. “Guess that means it’s my turn then,” you sigh.

Hands spread out in front of you. With practiced moves, your fingers twist, plucking invisible strings as sparks come to life and soon the familiar weight of your staff rests in your hands, the wood seeming to meld to your grip just so. You glanced down at the Silverwood staff, gems dotting the surface, each turning a different color like oil on water.

“Watch out!” a voice yells behind you. You look up, two tentacles bearing down on your position, ready to squash you like an ant. Lifting your staff, you spin, slamming it into the ground as magic explodes around you, intricate lines and planes wrapping around you in a shield that would make the novices at Kamar Taj faint. And like bugs on a windshield, the creature’s arms spread out, leaving slimy residue in their tracks where your shield burns its flesh.

Gritting your teeth you look to your left, at the girl in the denim jacket, the girl this oversized sushi bar seems hellbent on eating. “Hey there,” you say, knees bending under the weight pressing down on your shield, as she stares at you wide eyed.

She raises one hand hesitantly. “Hi…?”

Raising one hand you point to the store cattycorner. “When I say go, run that way.”

“But what about—”

Shaking your head, you turn back to the monster as it throws Wong into the air. He’s gonna blame me for that later, you think to yourself. You turn back to the girl and give as reassuring a smile as you can as Wong yells behind you. “It won’t see you,” you tell her.

Giving a nod that she’s on board, you turn back. Your staff spins in your hands, a spell beginning to form as you walk forward. You draw closer to the creature, further spinning your web. Gotta make it big enough to cover the street. With a wave of one hand, the casting lines start to expand, up and outward, covering the ground and the first five floors of every building. You push it away from you until it reaches the end of the block. You glance behind you catching sight of the girl one last time, a quick glance taking in as many features as you can capture, weaving them into your spell too.

Bringing both hands to the center of your staff you widen your stance and stare up at the giant red eye glaring down at you. “Go!” you yell. You don’t wait to see if she listens to you, letting the spell loose upon the world. It’s a blur at first and then it comes into focus.

Hundreds of copies run past you, with the same dark hair and star embroidered jacket. This way and that, they move around you and the creature doesn’t know which one to follow. It lifts itself up, using the buildings on either side of the street as supports, its eye darting all over. It can’t see you, or her, your positions hidden under the incantation. You don’t even know where she is. It’s working. You breathe out, focusing on keeping your grip on the spell, keeping it in check, in stark contrast with reality.

And then the spell starts to fight you. It’s like a string pulled too tight, the fibers stretching beyond their ability, tearing apart one by one. You grit your teeth. No, no, no stay—

You look up. “Oh, no.” The spell flickers out, it’s like you blinked for a millisecond. Then it comes back. But you can feel it. Slipping away. It starts to fizzle out on the edges as you scramble, pushing as much power as you can into the spell, trying to buy another second, another moment. Just a little more time.

Gone. It’s gone.

Letting out a harsh breath, your lungs burn as you quickly breathe in, having held your breath without knowing it. You lean against the staff, eyes focusing on the ground as a large shadow looms over you. You look up. Above you, the monster, staring at you unblinking, like a cat watching a mouse. Then movement catches your eye, at the end of the street.

You had one job to do kid: hide!

Out in the open, definitely not hidden, the girl of the hour stands in the middle of the street. And you’re not the only one who sees her. Turning over, the octopus spots her.

“Run!” you shout. Pulled out of her stupor, she turns and sprints down the street. Throwing your hands up above your head, you release your staff. As it leaves your hands, it disappears and you conjure three arrows, launching them at the back of the beast. It continues after her, unbothered as the arrows embed themselves in its flesh. And you’re too focused on conjuring another volley to notice the wayward arm coming at you from the side.

It hits you like a freight train. You’re thrown back. And you brace yourself for sudden contact with the car behind you, – the pain of metal colliding with flesh – it never comes. Instead, you are caught. Two arms wrap around you, halting your momentum. It’s still jarring. You blink through the dust, and shake your head to try and fight off the dizzy spell – thanks to the tentacle to the face — that has you muddled. And then a voice murmurs behind you, exasperated.

“An illusion spell. Really?”

Looking over your shoulder, you come face to face with Stephen, his cool colored eyes staring down at you with annoyance clouding his gaze.

You lean forward, legs finding their footing and push away from the man behind you. But it’s too late. You’re back on the river bank, the war for the universe finished and done.

Cold, dark night. Battlefield aglow with smoldering embers, the fight long past. There’s smoke on the wind. And you see him. For the first time in five years – you really see him, not some semblance of him in a fading dream you can’t seem to shake. He turns. He sees you.

Then he turns away. You stand frozen, blitzed by the sudden indifference left in his wake as he walks past, disappearing into a quickly closing portal. He’s gone again, only this time he leaves you with no apology, no excuses. Like five years ago never happened. Like you’re nothing.

You wipe your cheek on your sleeve and look to the side. Stephen is already focused on the creature and Wong, but he glances at you. And you’re not sure what he wants to say. So, you beat him to it.

“I suppose you would have done it differently?” you snark, stepping to the side as he conjures an axe and throws it past you, severing the arm that has Wong in midair.

You start walking in tandem, Stephen gesturing to the talisman around his neck, the metal glowing with magic. “I wouldn’t have cast an illusion after the Eye of Agamotto was opened to reveal---”

“—that which had been hidden,” you finish for him, realizing your mistake, though there’s a begrudging tone in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, that one look filled with so much grating judgement. Then you reach Wong. “I was unaware it had been used,” you explain quickly, “I would have chosen another method if I had.”

Stephen points up at the building ahead of you, a little speck of a person scrambling along the window ledge. “Tell her that,” he says.

You bite back your retort as Wong steps between you, stopping you with his own special brand of finish bickering or I’ll finish it for you. “You two didn’t even make it three minutes without arguing,” he says and you start to argue, but he’s turned to the octopus that’s beginning to climb the building. “I don’t know why I try,” he mutters. Slapping his hands together, he begins to cast a chain spell. You and Stephen follow suit.

“You’re welcome by the way,” Stephen says. It grates your nerves and you glance at him. He’s not even looking at you and you know the comment was just his way of getting the last word.

Grasping your chain, you begin to swing it, readying to send it after the demon. “You know it’s tradition to bow in the presence of the Sorcerer Supreme, don’t you, Strange?” Wong looks at you and you shrug.

In sync, you all throw your chains as Stephen turns to you, a smirk on his face. “I’m aware of the --- whoa!”

Wind flies over your skin as you’re pulled up, the chains no match for subduing your prey. As it climbs, it carries you and you smile as Wong and Stephen crash into the building, groaning out their pain. You catch yourself, boots colliding with the stonework. You look over your shoulder, and find the two men just barely holding onto their spells.

“Any bright ideas?” you shout and Stephen throws a green flame upwards. It arcs towards the creature, a jolt running through your chain as a wayward arm catch all of your spells and pulls you upwards suddenly. And what do you do?

You let go. Wong falls. You don’t see Stephen.

Upward momentum carries you higher and higher until you reach the apex, where gravity seems to finally remember it has a job to do, and your stomach flips. But before you can truly fall, you reach out. Like striking vipers, the green dyed bandages around your arms glow. They fly out from you, unravelling to leave your skin bare. They stretch and stretch, searching for something to hold onto. They find it a floor below the mystery girl, on an iron framed window, the glass busted out, and proceed to twist around the iron supports tightly. And just when they start to slip out of your hands, you grip them tight. Like a rubber band they pull you towards the building, winding round your wrists once more as you crash onto the stone ledge. You roll onto your stomach, ignoring the pain erupting up your side. Bruised ribs or broken?

You kneel and look up. Stephen is dangling above you, wriggling in an octopus arm (not a sentence you thought you’d ever use), his hands bound. Snapping your fingers, you conjure a dagger, grip the blade, aim and throw. It flies through the air, and finds its mark in the flesh of the tentacle. Rock falls from above as the monster flinches and loses its grip on the building.

And on Stephen. Then he takes care of the rest. You watch as he sends a set of shade hands down below, tears up a light post and uses it to pluck out the octopus’ great big eye.

It’s a flash. Over. You look on as the monster falls down on the street below. It seems so far and for a moment, it’s all silence. Then you spy Wong and a portal in the center of the crosswalk with Stephen and the girl walking out of it. You take a breath. Monster’s gone. Time to go.

You turn to the side and raise your sling ring to open your own gateway. You focus on your rooms, the Sanctum’s floors and yellow drapes. It’s in your mind. And then it’s gone. You don’t know why. Or maybe you do and you just don’t want to get into it right now, because the portal is open and you’re staring at Wong and Stephen, the latter catching the girl by the arm before she can run off.

You step through, straightening your robes, dusting off the left side of your tunic skirt, trying not to look anywhere in particular. Nonchalant. That’s what you’re going for.

“Hey!” Stephen’s yell catches your attention and you look up. They’re watching the girl run off down the street, heading for the nearest corner she can get to.

You step up behind him and shake your head. “I don’t think she likes us very much,” you say. The two men look back at you, before Stephen turns away, eyes darting away from yours like he’s just seen you naked. He raises his left hand and starts to conjure with his right, before dropping his gaze to his hand.

“She took my slingie,” he says as you watch her run off. Without missing a beat, you turn to Wong, who’s already opening a portal.

“I told you we should have fines for lost sling rings.”

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A/N: Well. Something happened with Stephen and Y/N. Any guesses?

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