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briefhandsstudenttoad · 10 months

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Can u do stephen strange × reader angst

He is still in love with christine

Of Course!!! Thank you anonymous for this first ever request I'll be happy to write this!

🔥 Different Futures

Stephen ponders his feeling for his current girlfriend and his ex until his girlfriend returns with some questions. TW. Angst, arguments and unhappy ending.

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Stephen sat on his bed in the Santum Sanctorum twiddling an opened envelope in his damaged hands.

Written inside was an invite to his ex lover's, Christine's, wedding. He hadn't heard her name much since their difficult break up and after he met you he decided that he was over her anyway. So why did this invite hit him like a brick wall.

He loves you. He really does and there is no denial of that in his mind. He loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes and sarcasm. He loves the way you hold his hands and play with his hair when he's down. He loves your smile that could brighten a dark day. But most of all he just loves you.

However, reading this invitation has Stephen questioning his love for his ex girlfriend also. Whilst they were dating he was so sure he would end up marrying her and even now when picturing her wedding, he could only envision himself as the groom.

As he sat there engrossed in the thin paper, examining his thoughts and past memories, he failed to hear you enter the Sanctum after a hard day of teaching some young sorcerers at Kamar Taj.

As you approached the bedroom you decided to suprise your boyfriend as you managed to sneak off work early to celebrate date night and hopefully an exciting night together.

Creaking open the door of your shared room slightly ajar, just so much as your eye could peep through, you spotted him on the corner of the bed holding what looked like an envelope. He had his concentrating face on like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment and you couldn't help but love him just a little bit more.

Crashing into the room after a few seconds he finally looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. Y/n smiled and as usual readied herself to pounce into his lap and rant all about her day before snuggling into Stephen until they were interrupted (usually by a hungry stomach or Wong).

This time however, Stephen simply gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, stood up and just before teleporting out the room, claimed he needed to go on a quick walk.

Y/n huffed lightly at the lost opportunity to suggest date night but instead she would suprise him later on with a fancy meal.

She climbed onto the bed to discard her teaching clothes and to find something more casual when she crawled on top of the slip of paper Stephen had been cradling so carefully.

Y/n would never interfere with any of Stephens possessions or property but her mind practically blew when she read the name 'Christine' at the top of the pamphlet.

Later that evening when Stephen got home, after clearing his head at Central Park, waiting for him was his wonderful girlfriend and some very fancy looking meals.

"What is all of this?' He questioned partly amused and also slightly concerned.

"Date night silly" y/n giggled.

After a few minutes of an almost complete conversation spoken by Y/n and the odd input from Stephen, Y/n decided to ask about the wedding invite.

"So...Christine's getting married?"

Stephen spilt some of his drink at the abruptness of the conversation change from master Lings latest glasses that are too big for his head.

"Eurgh...yeah. Some bloke named Charlie. How do you know about that?"

"You left the invite on your bed, sweetie" y/n giggled again.

Stephens face tensed. "Why would you read that. It was addressed to me".

Y/n felt a little confused about this reaction she has never seen Stephen look like this. "I didn't open it Steph, it was just there on the bed. Are you gonna go?"

Stephen had also been asking himself this question but the last person he wanted to talk to about it was his current girlfriend. He politely excused himself from the table and said he was tired.

"Stephen what's wrong? Where are you going?" Y/n shot up and followed him throughouly confused with his reaction.

"Y/n please just be quiet I have a lot on my mind right now" Stephen snapped.

Y/n who was frantically chasing him up the Sanctums stairs was suddenly taken aback. She'd never ever seem Stephen act like this ever, especially to her. "Stephen whats going on. I just asked you a simple question why are you so angry?"

Stephen looked incredibly intimidating right now. Although only a few steps above y/n he towered above her and took the full control of the atmosphere and y/n would have been quite scared if she wasn't so stubborn. "Will you stop asking me questions!" he yelled.

"Will you just tell me what's going on then!".

As he was about to turn around y/n just about caught him muttering something along the lines of "Christine" and "was the right choice".

"What?" She countered.

Slowly spinning back around again to face her Stephen almost whispered "she was the right choice. I should have chosen her over you".

"What?". Y/n felt tears prick in the corners of her eyes and heat flame around her body. She pictured herself raising a family with Stephen, growing old together within the Sanctum. And suddenly everything felt cold.

Stephen didn't mean to come off so rude but he needed Christine not y/n and she deserved to know the truth.

"Do you love her?" Y/n somehow managed to release from somewhere inside her body which just felt tight and empty.

"I don't know...yes. I do".

"So you don't love me?"

"Yes...I do".

"Stephen you can't have both of us. She's getting married anyway you don't have a chance. This is just a silly little crush you'll forget about her soon. I promise. Now please can we just talk and watch a movie or something and forget about this" Y/n almost begged.

She looked up at him with big expectant eyes.

"I'm sorry but no. I love her. I need her. You're the silly little crush. Not her. I can't be without her anymore. Please leave". With that Stephen spun through a portal leaving y/n alone at the top of the stairs, praying that she would get killed in battle soon.

- Thank you for reading and requesting xx

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marvel-snape-writes · 5 months

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(2 million years later…)

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange: NEW CHAPTER!

Chapter 12: Wait For Me To Come Home.

18+ smutty smut smut

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer (early days)

Stephen joins the rest of his doctor friends on a work conference but the unfamiliar feeling of missing someone begins to flood his mind... Well, until he finds himself slipping into his old ways. Will he give in to the taunting of another woman or will the thought of Christine drag him away?

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“Are your friends always that mean to you?” One of the girls asked, now stood at the side of him.

“Hm?” Stephen turned to face her, laughing awkwardly, “I didn't know you were listening.”

“It’s hard for my attention to not be on you.” She replied, biting her bottom lip for a moment before walking away with a flirtatious giggle.

“What is wrong with you, Strange?!” The doctor who was returning with the tray of shots exclaimed, “Why didn't you follow her?!”

Yes, why didn't you? The voice in his head asked him.

“Because…” Stephen shrugged, “I’ve barely spoken two words to her.”

“Like that has ever stopped you!” He cackled loudly, shaking his head.

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professional-benaddict · 8 months

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thoughts on stephen having peter as his biological child? might not be your taste, but we'll see 🙏🏻) -🪐

Love love love it!!🤩🤩🤩

Peter is Stephen and Christine’s only child, but they divorced when Peter was only 2. Now Peter spends one week with his dad, and then the next with his mom. It works out well considering Stephen and Christine both work at the hospital, so they can work more when they don’t have Peter with them.

Peter would like for his parents to be together, but he also appreciates the quality time he gets with each of them. As soon as school ends, either his mom or dad will be there to pick him up so they can do fun things. The park, the cinema, the mall, museums, waterparks etc.

But then, there’s a new boy coming to Peter’s class at school. One named Harley and he seems very shy. Peter is intrigued though and volunteers to be Harley’s friend and show him around. It turns out Harley’s parents are also divorced, but it happened just a year ago.

Peter and Harley become good friends very quickly💗💗

#tony and pepper are harleys parents🫣💗#palmerstrange #pepperony #tony stark x pepper potts #stephen strange x christine palmer #peter parker #stephen strange #christine palmer #tony stark #harley keener #pepper potts #ask

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Are You Going To Fix That? - Stephen Strange

Hopefully I’ve done this request justice! Have not written a daughter reader or PalmerStrange before so I hope you like it!

Paring: Stephen Strange x Christine (romantic); Stephen Strange & Alternate Universe Daughter!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1,920

Description: Stephen and Christine get sucked into one of America’s portals while she’s training, and run into a surprising new face.

Request: "Can I request a reader that is Dr strange and Christine's future daughter? And they met her accidentally?”

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Some swearing.

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He really was going to need to up America’s training schedule, Stephen thinks as he climbs to his feet and helps Christine up beside him as they look around the new universe they had landed in.

He wasn’t particularly worried, she’d grown good at locating him, but she was still trying to get the hang of not letting her portals suck in those standing beside them.

“Are you alright?” He asks Christine as he looks her over for any injuries, cringing as her eyes widen and she runs to vomit in a nearby trash can. “Should have warned you about that.”

Pushing herself away from the can, she glares at him with no heat, “Would have been nice if you mentioned it. What exactly was all of that?”

“America lost control of her portal, sucked us in and we flew through several other universes before crash landing here,” he shrugs and offers his arm to her. “She’ll figure out where we are and have us back soon.”

“Is this common being a single father of a super powered teen?” She teases as she accepts his arm and they head down the street.

“More common than I’d like to admit,” he grumbles and runs his free hand through his hair. “She’s getting much better, it just takes time. I didn’t mean for you to get wrapped up in this though.”

“Stephen it’s fine, as long as we get back in one piece,” she pauses and glances around at the more high-tech looking New York City around them. “Where are we going?”

“The Sanctum. There’s like an eight out of ten chance other me will help us or at least let us stay there until our ride is here.”

“And the other two chances?”

“He tries to kill or imprison me.”

“A two out of ten chance of being murdered is still terrible odds Doctor Strange.”

“Two of ten that they’ll try,” he comments with a wink toward her. “I’ve survived every attempt so far.”

She rolls her eyes but holds onto his arm tighter, a smile spreading across Stephen’s face at the contact.

The two of them had been working on reconnecting, and it had been going maddeningly slow for him. But he appreciated even being given that chance again.

The fact she was willing to entertain the idea of maybe someday giving them a proper try, was enough to keep him going forward. Hence why she’d been in the Sanctum at all.

She’d met America a few times, but he was trying to help build some kind of relationship between the two, in hopes maybe one day Christine would want to join them at the Sanctum. He’d been trying to be more open about everything he does, and about what’s going on his head and world.

Reaching the gate he pulls it open and ushers her through it, “Be on guard, just in case-”

Before he can finish his statement a portal opens before him and a flash of Y/H/C hair darts toward him, throwing arms around his waist, “Dad!”

Stephen shares a look of confusion with Christine at the interaction, his arms staying at his sides as the teenager attached to him chatters on.

“I, uh kid I think you’ve got the wrong person,” he says as he coughs awkwardly, and the girl looks up at him, chin as his chest.

She narrows her eyes after a minute, “Why do you look so young? You’re definitely dad, what kind of spell is this?”

Her eyes glance over to Christine for a moment, “You too, what kind of spell are you doing? And I thought you had to work late tonight Mom?”

“Who are you?” Stephen asks as he tries to remove himself from her hug. “And who do you think we are?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a step back, “I’m Y/N Strange. You are Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, and my father. And she’s Christine Strange, neurosurgeon, and my mother. Like you don’t know that.”

His eyes widen at the declaration and he looks to Christine who looks equally as mystified, “We’re married and have children here?”

Looking between the two, a look of understanding washes over Y/N’s face, “You’re from another universe aren’t you? That’s why you don’t know me. Well that’s depressing, I don’t exist? Are you two married at least?”

“We are from another universe, and no we aren’t married,” Christine answers her. “We used to date.”

“Used to?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, turning to give Stephen a scathing look. “Are you going to fix that?”

Stephen’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to come up with a reply to the smirk spreading across the girl’s face. “I- well I’m trying,” he finally grumbles out, his cheeks flushing pink.

“Is he?” She asks, her gaze going back to Christine. “Or is he doing the whole ‘I can’t be loved I have to protect you blah blah blah’ shit he did to my mom?”

Christine laughs, smiling and shaking her head, “There is no doubt who your father is. In the slightest. But yes, Stephen is trying.”

“Not the first time I’ve been told that,” she says with a proud smile. “Now are you guys coming in or what? Dad should be back soon if you need him.”

Y/N heads back toward the door with the two following her, stepping into a slightly different version of the New York Sanctum. “But I’m the second master of the Sanctum,” she announces proudly.

“Bullshit,” Stephen grins. “No way yet kid.”

“He’s known you five minutes and already knows you’re full of shit Y/N,” a familiar voice responds, an older version of Strange comes down the stairs and stops next to his daughter. “What have I told you about playing Sanctum defender?”

“To not to,” she rolls her eyes but leans in to hug her father. “But I will be one day.”

“You still need to decide what you even want to do,” he responds, putting an arm over her shoulder.

“I already said I’d do both, it’s decided dad.”

“Can you believe this kid?” Older Strange asks as he looks between Stephen and Christine. “She thinks she can be a neurosurgeon and a master of the Sanctum at the same time. Won’t listen to me that they’re both draining and take all your available time on their own.”

“Well I’m better than you and I’m gonna prove it,” Y/N smiles up sweetly at him as he rolls his eyes. “I’ll do both and be better at both. Because I’m going to be the best at both.”

“I now agree that she’s absolutely my child,” Stephen states as he shakes his head. “I mean ours. Yours. She’s Stephen Strange’s child.”

“That she is,” Strange responds and steps forward offering his hand to Stephen. “Multiversal mishap?”

Stephen shakes his hand, “Yeah, my somewhat adopted daughter makes multiverse portals, she had a slight mistake during training. Sucked us in, she’ll be here to get us relatively soon I’m sure.”

“Adopted daughter?” Y/N asks tilting her head. “So in your universe I’ll have a sister? What’s her name?”

“America. Her name is America,” he responds quickly, ignoring her first question as he glances over at Christine who gives him a soft smile.

“Oh I know that look,” Strange chuckles and looks toward Christine. “I’m not sure what he’s done or what he’s said, but the man genuinely loves you. We’re just all terrible at saying it. Don’t be too hard on him.”

“Hmm, he has a few things to make up for still, but I’ll keep that in mind,” she laughs and stands a little closer to her Stephen. “Where’s your Christine?”

“At work, medical director at Metro-General,” he says with a smile. “She worked very hard for it and has done an amazing job.”

“Is that where you two met?”

“It is, and I was a jackass like I’m guessing he was,” he nods toward Stephen.

“You think you’re nice now?” Y/N interrupts with a grin.

“Oh yeah compared to then. I was exactly like you,” he reaches over to mess up her hair as she protests. “Sometimes the apple doesn’t fall far enough from the tree.”

Y/N crosses her arms and huffs, “I have mom in me too. It’s impossible for me to be worse than you.”

“You’re right, my precious little girl is just the sweetest cutest little thing,” he says, raising the pitch of his voice to embarrass her and leaning over to press kisses all over her head as she struggles to get away from his grip.

“Save me!” Y/N shouts reaching out toward Stephen who wistfully shakes his head and watches them with a fondness as he feels a hand take his own.

Glancing down he sees Christine’s hand holding his, he gives it a comforting squeeze and looks up to her eyes with the same fondness.

As the father and daughter continue to bicker, a star-shaped portal rips apart the air, and America leans through it sheepishly, “Sorry…”

“It’s alright kid,” Stephen chuckles and smiles at her. “No harm done.”

“So you’re my sister from another universe?” Y/N asks walking closer to the portal and gesturing toward it. “Absolutely wicked by the way.”

“Thanks!” America perks up at the compliment. “You’re Stephen’s kid here?”

“Yep, and you’re his adopted kid there?”

“I guess I am,” she answers looking over at Stephen who sends her a wink.

“Well if you ever end up back here in our universe, look me up yeah?” Y/N says holding out her fist. “I’ve accepted you as my sister, we can hang out.”

America quickly fist bumps her, “I definitely will! We definitely need to hang out.”

“And cause chaos?” both Stephen’s say at the same time, shaking their heads at one another.

“No chaos, just bonding,” Y/N smirks before walking over to throws her arms around Stephen and Christine. “It was nice meeting young Mom and Dad, you two work all that stuff out alright? I wish to be born.”

“We’ll see how it goes,” Christine laughs and hugs her back. “You make a compelling argument.”

Giving a nod to his other self and daughter, Stephen heads toward the portal with Christine’s hand still in his own.

As the portal closes behind them and they stand in his Sanctum once again, Stephen turns toward her and tentatively takes her other hand, “Not exactly what I promised we’d be doing today… but was it a fun adventure?”

“The best actually,” she smirks and takes a step closer. “A nice glimpse of what the future could be.”

“A future you’d like?” he asks hopefully.

“A future I think I’d love,” she responds and places a hand on his chest. “Also a sneak peak of what you’ll look like in fifteen years was nice. Still handsome as ever.”

“Let me take you out to dinner, as a proper date?”

“I think I could do that,” her hand grips the fabric of his tunic and gently pulls his face closer to her own.

Leaning in closer to her, she gives him a slight nod and his lips press to hers.

“Gross,” America states walking past them, causing the two to break apart as they realize she’d still been standing there.

“I should head back and get ready. Pick me up at seven?” she asks, glancing down at her watch.

“I’ll be there.”

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pinkthick · 4 months

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I just need someone too

Pairing: (minor) Doctor Strange Supreme/Christine Palmer

Doctor Strange Supreme & Uatu| The Watcher

Summary: The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

In the eerie confines of his pocket dimension, Doctor Strange Supreme grappled with the wailing of voices echoing through his mind. The melded creatures and demons within him clamored relentlessly, their collective whispers taunting his sanity. The Watcher had abandoned him, leaving Stephen to drown in the increasing discord. Their anger and whispers grew louder, drowning out any semblance of peace and every attempt to silence the creatures proved futile, their demands becoming more insistent. "Let us control you," they hissed, weaving a web of doubt around Stephen's fractured mind. The struggle within him intensified, a battle between the remnants of his humanity and the monstrous forces vying for dominance.

Desperation crept into Stephen's heart as he yearned for anyone’s guidance. Why did everyone leave him? His composure shattered like glass. Tears streamed down his face as he paced feverishly, the distorted echoes of his cries reverberating in the desolate pocket dimension. The twisted amalgamation of creatures and demons within him whispered louder, feeding on his unraveling sanity.

"I helped them, didn't I?" Stephen's voice cracked, choked with anguish. He clutched at his head, feeling the weight of a thousand creatures clawing at the recesses of his consciousness. The realization of his own mistakes bore down on him, leaving him teetering on the edge of madness. "Why didn't the Watcher ask if I wanted to go to another universe too?” he screamed into the void, the pocket dimension trembling in response. He knows he could easily get out, to another universe—but that wasn’t the point. “ Maybe I just needed someone to care!”

The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

"Monsters don't deserve care from people.

Each step he took felt like an eternity, the monsters' voices becoming a deafening roar drowning out reason. The remnants of his past deeds haunted him – the arrogance, the mistakes, the thirst for power. He was trapped in a never-ending loop of self-condemnation. "Why did I let this happen?" Stephen wailed, his voice a desperate plea for reprieve. The monsters reveled in his vulnerability, exploiting every crack in his fractured psyche. "You're alone because you deserve to be," they hissed, their words like venomous tendrils wrapping around his sanity. The once mighty sorcerer collapsed to his knees, the weight of his perceived monstrosity too much to bear.

"I—deserve care too, don't I?" he begged, a pitiful plea lost in the void. Do you really? Tears streaked down his face as he wrestled with the realization that he might truly be beyond redemption.

The monsters just mocked him, amplifying his deepest fears. "You thought you could play god, but you're just a wretched creature. No one will ever care for a monster like you!"

That’s not true—he isn’t a monster. He isn’t.

He heard a scoff and his desperate gaze fixed on the reflective surface of the pocket dimension's wall. Two versions of himself stared back, one consumed by despair and tears, the other stoic and unyielding. The juxtaposition ignited a furious spark within him. "Why aren't you crying?" he seethed at the composed version of himself. The stoic reflection regarded him with a cold detachment that only fueled Stephen's rage. "We're the same person! How can you look at me with such disgust?"

His fists collided with the reflective surface, the impact echoing through the pocket dimension. The wall cracked slightly, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue "How dare you judge me?" Stephen screamed at his own reflection, the air crackling with a volatile energy. The distorted image sneered back, a grotesque mockery of the sorcerer's own visage.

The cracked wall oozed with an otherworldly substance, and Stephen's widening eyes fixated on the unsettling sight of blood seeping through the fractures. Horror painted his expression as he recoiled, stumbling backward. The monsters' whispers escalated, celebrating the tangible evidence of his inner torment. Panicking, Stephen scrutinized his trembling hands, only to discover claws extended from his fingertips. He stared, aghast, at the cruel amalgamation of man and monster.

Stephen's tortured world suddenly shifted as a sweet, haunting giggle echoed through the pocket dimension. His bloodshot eyes darted around, seeking the source, until he reluctantly turned back to the cracked wall, now stained with his blood. There, amidst the grotesque reflection, stood Christine with an ethereal smile. The sight sent shivers down his spine as her voice, laced with a mixture of warmth and mockery, reached his ears. "Evening, handsome," she cooed, the words dripping with an unsettling sweetness. A pang of guilt and longing gripped Stephen's heart. "Christine, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the weight of his sins pressing upon him.

Christine's ethereal smile remained, a soothing balm "What are you even apologizing for, silly?" Her voice, a melodic whisper, echoed in the pocket dimension. Her spectral form seemed to glow with a warmth that Stephen desperately craved. The sorcerer, torn between reality and illusion, let out a breathy chuckle. His hand reached towards the wall, attempting to bridge the gap between them. Yet, as his fingers touched the surface, a disconcerting absence greeted him. The ethereal connection remained one-sided, his touch met with a vacant emptiness. “I... I don't know. Everything, I suppose," he admitted.

Christine's hand pressed against the wall too, a gesture that made Stephen’s heart jump. "I've missed you," she murmured, her gaze lingering on his haunted eyes. "I’ve missed you too" Stephen confessed, his gaze locked with Christine's phantom eyes. Her form flickered, a wistful sadness in her eyes. "I know, Stephen. But you have to let go. You can't keep punishing yourself," she implored, her words carrying a weight of wisdom from beyond.

"I just wanted for us... to be happy. Why weren't we allowed to be happy?" Stephen's voice wavered, carrying the ache of a love lost and a future denied. Christine's gaze softened, mirroring the ache in Stephen's heart. "I don't know," she whispered.

Stephen's hand, still pressed against the cold, cracked wall, yearned for a connection that transcended the boundaries of the spectral and the tangible. He spoke again, a plea tinged with desperation "I tried to fix everything, to save you, to save us.”Christine offered a sympathetic smile, her hand on the cold wall mirroring his desperate touch. "You can't control everything, Stephen."

"No—I can't," Stephen uttered, his admission heavy as Christine's eyes welled with tears and Stephen instinctively reached out to wipe it away. Yet, his hand didn’t passed through the ephemeral droplet, a painful reminder of the intangible nature of their connection. "You can't," Christine echoed, her voice carrying both acceptance and sorrow.

Unable to hold back his own emotions, Stephen closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cracked wall. The cold surface offered no comfort, only the stark reality of his fractured existence. Christine mirrored his gesture, sharing in the silent communion of grief and longing. "I just wish we could have at least had more time together," Stephen murmured, his voice a fragile whisper that resonated through the pocket dimension.

They stayed in silence for awhile until Stephen opened his eyes and called out for her. "Christine?" the echoes of his own voice bouncing off the walls of the pocket dimension. His eyes searched desperately for the spectral form that had briefly offered solace and understanding.

But she wasn't there anymore.

The pocket dimension seemed to close in on him, the air growing heavier as Stephen's breaths quickened. The absence of Christine left an emptiness that the monsters wasted no time exploiting. Their whispers, once momentarily hushed, returned with a vengeance, taunting him with the fragility of his connection to any semblance of peace.

Panic gripped his heart. "Christine! Please, don't leave me alone with them," he pleaded, desperation lacing his words.

As Stephen slid down against the unforgiving wall, the monsters' mocking whispers intensified, wrapping around him like a suffocating cloak. "Why are you so afraid?" they taunted, their voices a venomous chorus that echoed through the pocket dimension. "We are one and the same, Stephen. That's because of you." Clawed hands pressed against his temples as Stephen struggled to drown out their voices again. "You thought you could control us, mold us into something you could use. But look where it got you," they sneered, the shadows deepening around him.

Barely holding onto the fragments of his sanity, Stephen's voice trembled as he begged the monsters for respite. "Please—please stop," he pleaded, his words a desperate plea echoing through the distorted corridors of his mind. The monsters, however, reveled in his vulnerability, their whispers escalating into a malicious symphony. "Stop? Why should we stop, Stephen?" they taunted, their voices intertwining with a sadistic glee. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Power beyond imagination. Accept it."

Stephen's hands shook as he pressed them against his ears, attempting to shut out the relentless onslaught of voices. "Make it stop!" he cried out, his voice raw with desperation. The monsters' laughter echoed through the twisted corridors of Stephen's mind, a malevolent crescendo that reverberated in the suffocating silence. "Our powers weren't meant for humans, Strange," they jeered, each syllable laced with a cruel certainty.

Stephen, weary and battered, felt the weight of his isolation crushing him. Nobody cared about him anymore. The people that did care—were gone now. Because of him.

"Come on, let us have control," they coaxed, their words a venomous lullaby tempting him to surrender. Overwhelmed and drained, Stephen succumbed to the monsters' insidious whispers. His resistance crumbled, and with a surrendering sigh, he let them seize complete control. As the monsters took hold, his human form shattered like fragile glass. Claws extended, horns twisted, wings unfurled, and fangs emerged – Stephen's essence transformed into a grotesque fusion of demons and creatures. The pocket dimension trembled as the once-mighty sorcerer relinquished the remnants of his humanity.

A demonic entity now stood in place of Stephen, a manifestation of the twisted power he had sought to command. The monsters, now in control, reveled in their newfound freedom. "Let's have fun," they hissed in unison, their collective voice a perverse harmony echoing through the distorted realm. The demon that was once Doctor Strange Supreme lurched forward, a malevolent force eager to unleash chaos upon the multiverse. The monsters' laughter echoed with a sadistic pleasure as they revelled in their newfound dominion, leaving behind the shattered fragments of the man who had once dared to tamper with powers beyond his grasp.

Notes: Not sure if I should make a part too for this since I think I left it on a decent ending? 😭 I love love love Supreme’s story, it’s so tragic and again, I think they could have had done more with his story. (Also, please be nice, English isn’t my mother tongue)

#stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange supreme #stephen strange x christine palmer #palmerstrange #christine palmer #doctor strange angst #hurt no comfort

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 2 years

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Due to recent alternative dimensions, it's Drag-Doctor-Strange O'clock

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vivianwritesstuff · 2 years

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Break It Up - preview

Summery -

Life takes a turn for the worse and leaves you alone to deal with the after math.

[soulmate!au, poly bcuz we can, slow burn, angst all the way, tw - self harm, suicide idealization, anxiety, depression, substance abuse, addiction, etc.]

[chapters are currently under progress and will take time to update as i still have other wips to work on]

They were everywhere.

Wherever you went, all you could see was them. Whether it was that cafe around the street, or your office, or even while you tried out clothes at JC Penney while they had an end-of-season sale.

Every phone, social media platform, television, laptop - all platforms of technology was enamored by them and what they represented.

Heroes.

That’s what the world saw.

And that’s how you wish you could see them as.

It wasn’t easy; moving out of their lives and living on your own after so long. It wasn’t easy, trying to move on. It wasn’t easy.

Nothing was easy without them.

But you needed time. You needed to tend to the wounds your soul had to bear throughout the years. You needed to heal from the pain you’ve locked away.

You needed to feel again, even if it scared you.

Your life was so empty; you hadn’t realized how you’ve given up all of the things just so you could focus on your partners. ‘However, no time like the present to begin anew, right?’, you thought glibly, as you typed away in the empty spreadsheet on the computer screen.

So, you signed up for hobby classes - pottery, yoga, guitar lessons - anything to kill the time with. You even decided to went to one of those anonymous groups to get rid of your cigarette-addiction - twice a week.

Many would say you’re changing. Improving, even. You’d like to beg to differ.

You’re just trying to survive. Existing in a vast world with possibilities you had overlooked for only one outcome you wanted. And now, you’re forcing yourself to make peace with all that you have lost.

Days pass by the same. The sun rises and it sets. Night falls, and so do you. Tears are shed into the confines of your bed. Bloodshot eyes look at the world in a dim light and wonders if being alive was so great after all.

But then again, you wouldn’t get to meet the dogs in the park, or listen to your favorite songs while you cooked or cleaned in your kitchen, or read novels by your favorite authors, if you had decided to give up.

You’re breathing and it’s okay if you’re slow.

You remind yourself as you navigate the streets of New York in September. The air is already tinged with the smell of autumn and fallen leaves. Warm hues of orange, red and yellow fill your vision and makes your heart sing in contentedness. The bakeries smell of bread and pumpkins and spice. The soft heat of the dusking sun is a welcome surprise on your cold skin. Scrolling through your phone mindlessly, you stumble upon an unchecked message sent three hours ago. And that message ruins whatever little fantasy you have deluded yourself into living.

Sent at 13:32

By Unknown

Y/N

This is Gemma here.

Nana is no more.

#mcu #avengers x reader #avengers x y/n #soulmate au #steve rogers x reader #wanda x y/n #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x christine palmer #tony stark x reader #avengers angst #loki x you #loki x reader #🌂.mcu

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that-vibe-i-cant-explain · 2 years

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Me: I don't care about ships. Romance really isn't my thing.

Dr. Strange: I love you in every universe.

Me:

#i loved them in Dr. Strange and What If but MoM was the tipping point #stephen strange x christine palmer #doctor strange #multiverse of madness

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jewels2876 · 1 year

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Magic Tricks

I’m plugging away on this bingo card! I hope you enjoy this little drabble

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Carnival

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

Word Count: 154

Warnings: None, just more fluff!

Christine watched the scene play out, trying to hold back a laugh, as her husband entertained the children who had rushed madly to his side. We should have known better, with a carnival, she told herself.

"But I want a hippo!" cried one little boy.

Another child yelled. "I want a giraffe!"

"Can you make me a penguin please?"

Stephen's eyes lit up at the last little girl, who didn’t phrase her request like the other kids who had demanded balloon animals for him to conjure up. "Ready?" She nodded eagerly as Stephen's hands moved hypnotically. The rest of the kids shrieked and the parents looked startled. The little girl was now a penguin, happily honking and waddling around. Just as quickly she turned back into herself, much to the relief of her parents.

"Do it again!" she screamed.

Stephen shook his head softly. "I can only do it once." He dropped to her level and brought his hand up beside his mouth. "But can I say you were the cutest penguin ever?"

#marvelfluffbingo2022 #Stephen Strange #fluff #stephen strange fluff #stephen strange x christine palmer #marvel fluff #stephen strange drabble #drabble

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dovelywind · 2 years

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ꕥ| day seven: in every universe

🕯✨🕯

#doves the line is so cheesy like please #I didn’t get a chance to post this yesterday #final piece for palmerstrange week #Palmerstrange week was fun!#so cool to see everyone’s creativity #stephen strange #christine palmer #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #palmerstrange #multiverse of madness #stephen x christine #stephen strange x christine palmer #marvel #mcu #palmerstrangeweek #palmerstrangeweek22 #dovely draws #dovelywind

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briefhandsstudenttoad · 10 months

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loved ur previous fic

Can u do one where stephen cheats on u with christine after 8 yrs of u being together ?

He so awfully tries to justify it

Make it angsty for reader as years later she meets stephen and christine with rings on their fingers

Thank you so much!!! This requests sounds absolutely destroying on readers behalf but of course I will still write it and I hope you enjoy it :)

🔥 But you said forever

After 8 years together, y/n and Stephen are completely in love with one another...until Stephen's lies are exposed. TW. Cheating, Mentions of infidelity/adultery, extreme angst and unhappy ending for reader.

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Y/n got home absolutely aching from her difficult day of training at Kamar Taj and she couldn't wait to curl up in Stephens arms and just sleep. In between Stephens job, her job and Stephen working overtime on new missions, they rarely found the opportunity anymore to be with one another.

She knew it didn't matter though. She had found the new dresses. The new jewellery. And best of all, the ring. After 8 years Stephen was finally planning to propose. She would have done it herself but she knew how much it would mean to Stephen if he was to propose so she waited. And now, after 8 years together, y/n had dedicated herself to Stephen and Stephen only and she was sure his love for her was equivalent to her love for him.

Clambering up all of the stairs in the Sanctum just to reach her shared bedroom with Stephen where she could hold him and peacefully relax after such a stressful day, she finally managed to reach the top.

Bursting into the room, her attention was stolen at the sight of her boyfriend and his ex girlfriend underneath him, completely undressed.

The main thing that broke her heart, however was the wide smile drawn upon Stephens face and the glimmer in his eyes that no longer shone for her.

The second the door opened Stephen shot up and covered Christine's bare form. The love in his eyes immediately changed to anger at his interruption which he quickly noticed was his girlfriend and then a shift to shock at the revelation of his secret.

"Y/n wait!" Stephen called as y/n scrambled out of the room, tears spilling down her face and robes. He left Christine in the bedroom as he threw on some pants and chased after y/n through the sanctum.

Eventually catching up to her he pleaded "y/n please wait - I CAN EXPLAIN!".

Y/n was choking on the air. She couldn't breathe. The dresses. The jewellery. The ring. They didn't belong to her. The vacations they shared. The restless nights together. The love he showed her. It was all one big lie.

"STEPHEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT? DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY FALL AND SLIP INSIDE OF HER OR SOMETHING?!?!" Y/n couldn't stop the words from falling out her mouth. She felt destroyed.

"Y/n please listen to me. She doesn't mean anything to me. I just needed to be with her again. I was just bored and she brings me new excitement and enjoyment. It's nothing against you and we can still be together! Besides it's not cheating!!! It's just relief - a sort of getaway for me". Stephen attempted to justify. In his mind, he didn't see why he wasn't allowed to be with another woman, especially if he already had so much connection with her.

"Screw you Stephen. You've took 8 bloody years of my life and threw it all away!". With that, y/n turned on her heel and raced out of the Sanctum.

If Stephen was telling the truth, perhaps they could still pursue their relationship, I mean after 8 years was it really worth leaving it all behind over a small act of adultery?

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2 Years later y/n made her way to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Wong had called her in to collect some artifacts to be transported to the London Sanctum (he had offered her a different job though in case she didn't feel comfortable). Y/n took the job with confidence however, she had prepared herself to come back to the place where she had fell in love and broken her heart since she was witness to Stephens love affair.

After these 2 years y/n had grown a lot and she was finally ready to forgive Stephen. She had learnt that holding a grudge carried a heavier toll on the victim than the guilty.

The entrance doors automatically opened as she reached the top step of the Sanctum and she was assaulted with an immediate familiar friend - Cloaky.

After getting out all of her giggles (something she hadn't been able to do in a while) she looked up and was met with the well-defined and ever stoic face of Stephen Strange.

"Stephen" y/n quietly greeted.

Instead of getting a greeting back, Stephen merely inspected her. He could tell she had aged within these 2 years, however her destruction had somehow made her more beautiful.

They were so close to eachother y/n could hardly breathe. God she missed him.

She began to express to Stephen about how she was willing to forgive him but only got as far as "Stephen I..." when she was interrupted by "Darling have you seen my...Oh".

What was she doing here.

"Yes my love, your bracelets in my pocket" Stephen answered, talking at last.

Stephen turned around from Charlotte to face Christine who skipped right down the stairs, directly into Stephens open arms.

And that's when she seen it.

2 Glints of gold were hit with the sun from the glass roof, creating a momentary blind of light. The source of the gold y/n noticed, was 2 matching bands on both Christine's and Stephen's fingers. Wedding rings. Christine's in fact was the ring y/n had mistaken for her own.

Following her eyeline, Stephen registered what y/n was distracted by and quickly addressed the situation. Giving a light cough he stuttered "Erm...yeah. Me and Christine are very happily married now".

It was a very awkward moment. Y/n frozen on the spot asking herself why it had taken Stephen 8 years with her to make up his mind yet Christine only took 2? And Stephen who faced opposite y/n trying to read her face whilst his wife snuggled into his chest.

Snapping all of them out of their trances, Wong gave a heavy cough suggesting that they should get back to work and their own lives for that matter.

As she walked away, y/n crumpled up her speech from within her pocket, asking Stephen to be with her again.

Aaaaaa I found this so painful to write! I think my heart broke just reading the request 😂 I hope you enjoy!!!

#stephen strange smut #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #dr strange x christine palmer #dr strange smut #dr stephen strange #dr strange #stephen strange x christine palmer #christine palmer #marvel #angst #marvel requests

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marvel-snape-writes · 6 months

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I saw the band that wrote/sang the song that inspired ‘Are You Happy, Stephen?’ again on Wednesday night and I think it gave me the kick up the arse to finally finish the next chapter of ‘Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange’ because I feel like I haven’t posted any in AGES

#benedict cumberbatch #marvel #doctor strange #stephen strange #multiverse of madness #marvel cinematic universe #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #marvel multiverse #stephen strange x christine palmer smut #palmerstrange smut #palmerstrange fluff #palmerstrange fic #palmerstrange fanfic #palmerstrange fanfiction #doctor strange x christine palmer #stephen strange x christine palmer #christine palmer

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geezhigoquae · 9 months

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Reaching

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

Word count: 696

A/N: Found this in the notes app on my phone from when What If was on air back in September 2021. I remember there was meant to be three chapters so I'll write the others if I remember the plan.

Christine.

He groaned, twisting his body on the cold concrete. Power - power stolen over centuries - stirred in him, like a throbbing ache, the dull beat of an anvil.

It was wrong. It was so, so wrong.

Christine.

The sky was darkened by his grief, his madness and pain. The city, cars, buildings, people, streets were fading away, being stripped from existence.

Christine!

His heart was not gone - not entirely, but it was hardened beyond recognition. Like a wilted flower, poisoned by grief. His mind was inflicted too, and was driven to a blinding madness blocking out everything but what he chose to see.

He did not hear the words of the Ancient One, when she pleaded him to stop, when the echo of her soul from another universe reached out to help his.

The words did not reach his heart.

Christine.

Nothing could have convinced him to pull back. Not even himself. He’d come too far, sacrificed his everything, for one more chance. One more chance to touch her again and not watch her die in his arms, as he had so many times. One more chance to hear her voice, hear her laugh, and to watch their lives pan out without ending so abruptly on that night.

He was not a god. He had reached too far, taken too much, twisted the laws of physics and reality to such an extreme that it destroyed him. Only now did he see his arrogance.

“Is she worth it?”

Stephen turned around to her.

There was a disappointment in her eyes that broke him more than all his grief, multiplied over and over and over again, than years upon years of reaching for power, of a sadness that could end all this existence; all to have her again. His own reflection stared back at him through her eyes. And it was terrifying.

There was also fear in her eyes.

He now knew what a monster was made of. Heartache, and pain. Grief and regret, sadness and an utter desperation that grips the soul. It is the hammer that beats upon the broken, shattering a creature to none more than the most terrible of sorrows. A wound that never seems to heal. It is the illusion that you can do anything to reverse your pains, when all that is really needed is to heal. It is the madness, the terrible bending of the human heart and the refusal to change or accept what is.

Not all the broken become monsters. Some become heroes, as many have.

“Stephen,” the Ancient One had said ages past, “oftentimes one’s grief can lead them to save others.”

“Well what if I don’t want to save others? I just want to save her.”

He could have been better, in another universe, another time. But instead he lay here, on the pavement of an old city block, in a universe threatening to collapse, beside the woman he’s lost it all for.

“Strange is meant to be the best of us,” words uttered in a distant universe.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The world was breaking around him, physics and reality was breaking as the universe tumbled inward. I can fix this. I can fix this.

I’m so sorry, Christine.

He let go, purging the power from him. He tried to set it back. He tried to keep it open.

On the edge of it, he saw the Watcher.

“Fix this!” he screamed. “You can fix this!”

The Watcher fixed his sight on Stephen. “If I could fix this, I would.” His words echoed into the dying universe.

“No, no! I didn't mean for this to happen!”

“Stephen?” Christine looked up at him. “What did you do?” It seemed as though she could finally recognize him.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

He cradled her as she began to fade away, as with everything else. It felt wrong to touch her with so much darkness within him.

“I’m sorry, Christine. I am so, so sorry,” his cries left his lungs as he clung to her.

“Stephen?”

In that moment, the Watcher reached out and took one thing, before that universe died out like a briefly burning flame.

#what if doctor strange lost his heart instead of his hands #what if...?#stephen strange x christine palmer #christine palmer x stephen strange

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