Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots

Ghost - Part 3 - Stephen x Reader

Stephen made his way back down the stairs. The sudden change in volume, quite noticeable. As (Y/n) had promised, his room was quiet. The celebrations on the streets out front, seeming to not reach his simple space. Yet now, the gaiety outside the walls of the inn, was obvious. In fact, Stephen was sure that he could feel it. The sound, the vibration. The happiness was palpable. And despite not normally being one for these kinds of things, Stephen couldn't help but want to see what was going on. What all the fuss was about.

"Ah, there you are!" A beautiful voice exclaimed. Stephen's eyes growing wide, as he looked down the stairs and saw (Y/n). The former neurosurgeon feeling his breath once again catching in his throat, as he saw her smile.

If he hadn't thought that she was beautiful before, Stephen certainly would now. And he couldn't blame Orin for wanting her. She seemed to glow in the dying day light that made its way through the windows. To perfect to be true. To ethereal to be real. And even though part of him still believed that this whole thing was some strange kind of lucid dream. The rest of him knew that somehow, while he had rested in the chair in the Sanctum Sanctorum, he had slipped through time. Slipped through to another universe even. Yet whichever was the case, despite knowing that he had to be careful not to change anything, Stephen had a feeling that he was meant to be there. That he somehow belonged.

"You.........you look beautiful, (Y/n)." Stephen replied, as he made his way down the stairs. (Y/n) blushing slightly at his words. Her eyes falling to the floor, as he made his way over to her.

"Oh, this old thing?" (Y/n) finally replied. Brushing down the dress that draped itself around her form.

"I have had this dress forever, but it is still my best." (Y/n) added. Her gaze slowly turning to look up at the handsome man before her.

"I wasn't talking about the dress." Stephen himself added. Reaching out his hand and taking (Y/n)'s. His lips gently kissing her knuckles.

For a moment, Stephen couldn't help but inwardly shuddered, sure that that was a line that Stark would use on a woman. But as he looked up through his dark lashes to see an even brighter crimson glow come to (Y/n)'s cheeks. The doctor no longer cared. In fact, if he ever got back to New York from whenever and wherever this was, he might actually have to thank the billionaire.

"T-t-thank you, Stephen. You are too kind. But you look very handsome yourself. I am sure that there is not another man around here that is like you. And certainly not a magician." (Y/n) replied. Sure, that her heart had skipped a beat, as she looked deep into his eyes.

(Y/n) was positive that no one that could see, would ever argue that the man before her, was something special. But it wasn't just the way he held himself, or the way he spoke. It wasn't the way that he had stood up to Orin without missing a beat. (Y/n) could sense that there was something more. Something mysterious. That, and he truly was the most handsome man that she had seen. The white hairs that grew next to his temples and fell to the back of ear, made him appear distinguished. Mature yet not elderly. And his eyes. Oh, those eyes. (Y/n) sure that not even the deepest and bluest of seas, could rival their beauty.

"You seem so sure that I am a magician. What makes you believe it?" Stephen asked. Sure, that he had never said that he actually was.

"Oh, I can just tell. The Ancient One says that I have a nose for these things. That I have always been able to tell the best of the magicians. That, and when I took you to your room, you had no bag with you, yet you still seem to have managed to change for the evening." (Y/n) chuckled, as Stephen looked down at himself.

"Ah! Yes." Stephen replied. Realising that (Y/n) did have a point.

"Well, magician. Shall we go and see what the night has to offer?" (Y/n) asked, as she offered Stephen her hand. The Master magician gladly taking it and letting her lead him out into the street.

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Stephen couldn't help but smile. Even though, in his own world at least, he never had much time for smiling. Or laughing. Or fun of any kind if he were to be brutally honest. But here, and with (Y/n), he had found himself not only smiling, but also laughing, and even having fun. There was something about her presence. Something about the joy that seemed to surround her, that made it impossible for him to do anything else.

All evening that had walked through the streets of the town. Stopped at the stalls selling all manner of things for the celebration. They had eaten and talked. (Y/n) telling him all about the men and woman that were vying for the position of the first Master of the magical arts. Of their skills and abilities. All night that had listened to the singing and the sounds from the many musical instruments that were being played. And now, despite how many times Stephen had tried to assure her that he wasn't very good, he found himself dancing with her. His hands holding firmly onto her waist as they moved around the floor with the others. And he had to admit, that despite all the things that he had achieved in his life. Despite all the accolades and accomplishments. Nothing had made him happier. Nothing had made him prouder than he was at this moment, being the man that was fortunate enough to be dancing with (Y/n).

Stephen had sensed that Orin had been following (Y/n) and himself, all evening. His dark eyes like daggers, stabbing into Stephen whenever the magician thought that the upstart stranger had got to close. And now, as the music continued to play, Orin stood watching. The ex-neurosurgeon knowing that he didn't have to be able to read minds, to know what the older man was thinking. That anyone present could see the stiffness in Orin's form. How he seemed to bristle. Stephen even believing that he had heard the man growl at one point, when (Y/n) had kissed him on the cheek for gifting her a scarf that her eyes had fallen on. And now, despite knowing that he probably shouldn't make things worse. Despite knowing of the history between Orin and (Y/n). Stephen found himself pulling (Y/n) closer to him. His arms wrapping around her tightly, as the music suddenly changed tempo. The melody becoming slow and sweet.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Stephen. I swear that I have never had one like it before." (Y/n) said softly. Her eyes looking deeply into Stephen's, as they continued to move as one. The doctor forgetting himself and all around him, as he felt (Y/n) heart beat in time with his. No one seeming to notice that a dark mist had begun to surround Orin. Nor did they notice the sharp shards of wood and rocks that were heading for the happy pair.